Post by LittleDeadGrrl on May 25, 2007 9:05:49 GMT -5
Name: Cael Duncan
Deed Name: Robs-the-Rich
Breed: Homid
Auspice: Ahroun
Tribe: Bone Gnawer
Pack: Recently Lost
Nature: Celebrant
Demeanor: Survivor
Rank: 2
Description:
Cael’s lithe lean build is marked by the scruffy life he’s lead as a Bone Gnawer. Intricate tattoos that appear to be vines wind around both his arms covering them almost completely. Heart shaped tattoo across his lower abdomen incasing the Bone Gnawer symbol. Shoulder length black hair hangs messily around his face. Dark strands of hair hide pale blue eyes lined in dark kohl. Cael normally wears a stained torn pair of jeans and a ripped dark t-shirt. He stands at 5’8 with a muscular but lithe body that often masks the strengh that ripples just beneath the surface. The Ahroun rage is always there and even when he smiles most humans never fail to feel like the hunter is close, and they are the hunted.
Age: 20
Background:
A witty, self deprecating, sense of humor leaves some to question whether or not they are dealing with a ragabash but any who make that mistake find themselves on the other end of ahroun rage when they make wise cracks about his lineage or family. His mother was a B-list horror actress that turned to porn movies for cash. Her looks attracted the attention of a ragabash Bone Gnawer. Cael’s father, Michael, fell hard for Evelyn, but his pack came before his new family and he was often gone. Cael lived with his mother until she gave in to her last breakdown and had to be permanently hospitalized. He was taken in by the bone gnawer Kinfolk, taught a whole new world, and raised until he went through the change. The Ahroun took to his new world like a fish to water, he’d hated school, and here he could flourish in his own environment. Cael grew up in a tight, close knit, society that taught him to stick close to his own kind.
Cael knows the underground like the back of his hand and Bone Gnawer territory is his territory. Under the chaos is much method to the madness and nothing happens without the rat's notice. He has little love for the other Tribes feeling that they bicker over meaningles rules and rites while the Wyrm are knocking on their door. He respects honor, loyalty and unfliching desire to survive. While he has no qualms about breaking the law, he never breaks his own code of honor, and most know never to question the Bone Gnawer's honor, atleast not to his face. He feels a close bond to his community and when he sniffs out the wyrm they never leave an imprint for long. When the wyrm pack tried to move in they found the Bone Gnawer's less than hospitable. Cael’s pack ran the wyrm down into the sewers but they found themselves ambushed by others. Cael’s rage spilled across his spine and colored his vision red, when he awoke; he found he was the last of his pack to survive. Wounded and close to death himself he dragged his body back towards home, refusing to die, refusing to accept defeat, but now he's plagued by guilt of having failed his pack as their protector …
Abilities:
Persuasion, Jam Technology, Staredown, Razor Claws, True Fear, Scent of Sweet Honey, Blissfull Ignorance .... (Note: I've added these gifts just to show what they are. If anyone needs a more detailed explination of what exactly they do I can send a message)
Fetishes:
Nyx’s Bangle (Lvl 1) – Adds four extra dice to stealth rolls when activated, in the form of dog tags that constantly hang around his neck. A fetish inherited from his father.