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((A note: This is the character form for a Garou, as many of you who are planning to be a changing breed have noticed this will not exactly work for you. You will have to modify the form to fit your character. In the posts regarding the changing breeds there will be notes on which parts need to be changed and removed))
((Another note: please wait to post in the RP thread till your profile has been gone over and has been deemed OK.))

Name:
Gender:
Age: (this is your real age) (Garou don't live for more than 80-120 years and none of the "looks 5 but is really 100" crap (Garou normally age the same way humans age, except for lupis garou, who look about 15 years older when in homid form example a 4 year old lupis garou will look like a 19 year old human in homid form))
Changing Breed:
Breed:Breeds
Tribe:Tribes
Auspice:Auspices
Nature: (who you really are)
Demeanor: (who you appear to be)
Concept: (a few words that sum up your Garou)
Rank: (name of rank (level), # Glory, # Honor, # Wisdom)
Hair:
Eyes:
Skin Color:
Clothing:
Nationality:
Homid Form: (Height/weight)
Glabro Form: (Height/Weight change in appearance)
Chrinos Form: (Height/Weight change in appearance)
Hispo Form: (Height/Weight change in appearance)
Lupus Form: (Height/Weight change in appearance)
Marks/Weird Features:
Bio: (You must have this)
Weapon: (anything you want with one note: if you want to have a silver weapon, the weapon has to have some part of it that is not silver for you to hold onto, unless you want to constantly be burned for touching your weapon. Also note that carrying silver weakens a garou's gnosis, and that silver usually cannot be dedicated to a garou. Also, if you want your weapon to be a klaive, you need to include a detailed description of how you got your klaive, and you must have a 5 in the fetish background)
Gifts: (one from each your breed, auspice, and tribe to start)
Fetishes: Fetishes
Gear: (What you carry around)
Items At Home: (what you keep at home or a mode of transportation such as a car.)
Backgrounds: Backgrounds (Backgrounds are the most important thing. You get 7 points to divide across any of the backgrounds allowed by your tribe) (max five in each background)

Name: Deiter
Gender: Male
Age: 21, born on june 21st, 1984
Changing Breed: Corax
Breed: Homid
Nature: Apathetic
Demeanor: Apathetic
Concept: Apathetic Vampire Hunter
Rank: Oviculum (rank 1) 2 wisdom 1 glory
Hair: Black and medium length
Eyes: Black
Skin Color: Pale
Clothing: Black suit. (white shirt, black tie, black suit jacket, black suit pants, nice black shoes. think of resevoir dogs or something.)
Nationality: German
Homid form: 5'6" 119 Lbs
Chrinos form: 5'6" 121 Lbs. wears all clothing except his shoes.
Corvid form: 4'6" (that's the wingspan) doesn't wear nothing.
Marks/Weird Features: little sun tatoo on his right arm
Bio: Deiter has never once in his life given a s**t. He has never been happy or sad or mad or glad or anything. So when he was sitting in the bathroom one night when he was 15 brushing his teeth, and suddenly feathers started sprouting from his face and all that stuff, he wasen't surprised, as you would assume he would be, he was just kinda like "whatever man, that's pretty messed up." Then when the creator of his spririt egg came along and started telling him about gaia and corax and such, again, he was just like "whatever man, that's messed up." And when his spirit egg uncle told him that he had become part of a spirit egg corax liniage of vampire hunters called the "talons of helios" again he was just like "whatever man, that's messed up." His spirit egg uncle person didn't really like him very much becuase of Deiters hardcore apathy, so he just gave Deiter a nifty little fetish, bound him to a helios jaggling, taught him the rite of the suns bright ray, and then left. It might seem like Deiters uncle taught him a lot. But really, that is just the standered preperation and stuff given and taught to members of the "talons of helios." Deiter doesn't really give a s**t about this weird little vampire hunting battle ravens cult, but he is automaticly a member, even though he never asked to be and doesn't want to. But, he is.
Weapon: .44 Magnum.
Gifts: Voice of the Mimic, Word Beyond, Enemy Ways.
Fetishes: sliver of helios
Gear: extra clips for gun, cell phone, german-english dictionary, sunglasses
Items At Home: doesn't own a home
Backgrounds: Fetish 1, Rites 2, Familiar Spirit 4.

known rites: rite of the suns bright ray (lvl 2). do the proper chants and steps, and then a 20 X 20 X 20 cube of sunlight surrounds whereever you're standing. this lasts a while, even after you leave, which can be pretty akward and stuff.

familiar spirit: a jaggling affiliated with helios. has all the level 4 familiar spirit traits and stuff.

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Name razz errie
Gender:Male
Age:16 (April 7th, 1989)
Changing Breed:Garou
Breed:Homid
Tribe:Bone Gnawer
Auspice:Ahroun
Nature:Caring yet tempersome
Demanor:Crazy & tough
Concept: Adventourous, humourous, and daring((likes dangerous and stupid things))
Rank:Cub
Hair:pennycopper red
Eyes:Chocolate brown
Skin:peach white
Clothing: Baggy blue cargo pants, Red and black DC shoes, red and black T, and a Black baseball cap that covers my eyes(ooooh, spooky)
Nationality:American
Homid form: 5'll 156lbs.
Glabro form: 6'2 201lbs.
Chrinos form:7'11 310lbs. (looks like the gnawer in my siggy, but with penny copper fur)
Hispo form: 198lbs. 6'2 long
Lupus form: 175lbs. 5'11 long
Marks: fight scars here and there
Bio: Perrie was born and raised in Vegas, he knows parts of the town like the back of his hand. He attended Valley High School until his first change a few days after his sixteenth birthday, around april 12th. His mother had been gone for a couple of years ((I'll finsih later g2g))

Name:
Given name: Jean-Paul Beaubier
Deed name: Races-the-Stars-Alone
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Changing Breed: Garou
Breed: Homid
Tribe: Silent Strider Camp: Harbringer
Auspice: Theurge
Nature: Survivor
Demeanor: Lone Wolf
Concept: Hunted Loner
Rank: Fostern (Glory 1, Honor 2, Wisdom 5)
Hair: Glossy black
Eyes: Pale blue
Skin Color: Fair
Clothing: T-shirts, denim jacket, jeans, and hiking boots, all black and all in the latter stages of road-wear.
Nationality: Canadian
Homid Form: 5'11"; 165 lbs
Glabro Form: 6'5"; 210 lbs
Crinos Form: 9'3"; 450 lbs
Hispo Form: 6' at the withers; 430 lbs
Lupus Form: 3'7" at the withers; 85 lbs

Marks/Weird Features: Subtley pointed ears, unusually intense eyes, and a pentegram that appears on the back of his left hand during the waning crescent moon.

Bio: None of Gaia's warriors can expect an easy life, but for the Garou born as Jean-Paul Beaubier, things began to go badly before he'd lived out his first full day.

Melisande Peindame lived all her life with the traveling dance troupe her unstable mother had abandoned her to as an infant. She was a lithe young beauty, with fine hair so light a blonde that it was nearly white. Despite her shy manner, her restless passion for movement and the dance was shown plainly in even her most casual movements, and it seemed to all of her troupemates that she was destined for fame upon the stage. They were dumbfounded to a one when, after her first performance, she made off into the night with a slim, dark-haired man who slipped from the audience to meet her backstage. Melisande herself could not have said why she and Jean-Baptiste Beaubier knew each others' hearts within moments of meeting, but she had never before felt so strongly the call of like unto like, and he eclipsed the joy of movement. Moonrise found them in a hayloft, bundled in blankets and each other, certain itches most decidedly scratched, and still with no desire to do anything but linger. When Jean-Baptiste set out upon the road again at dawn, Melisande went with him.

Nine months later found a heavily pregnant Melisande and her Silent Strider husband holed up in a farmhouse where an elderly couple of Good Samaritans, preparing to bring their young ones into the world. The fear was that Melisande's slender frame would prove unable to bear the strain of labor, but in the end, two healthy young children, brother and sister, rested in their mother's arms. Distracted by the birth itself and by worry of his family's future -- how could such young children survive on the road? -- Beaubier failed to notice that anything was amiss until the rear of the house errupted in an inferno of balefire. Beaubier fled the house in Crinos, his wife and children held tightly in his arms, even as the whoops and eerie howls of Black Spiral Dancers began to rise out of the evening. He ran to the doomed farmer's truck as the Dancers began to close in, and though he managed to start the vehicle and pull away from the tightening ring of blazing eyes and twisted Crinos bodies, the truck was old and not able to generate the speed or manuverability needed to outdistance the determined Black Spirals on backway roads. The frantic father attempted to take a corner far too quickly and rolled the truck down an embankment. Melisande was thrown clear, her infant daughter still in her arms, and both were taken by the Black Spirals. Deciding that anyone left in the truck was surely dead, the Black Spirals retreated into the Umbra and back to their hive, pleased with their capture of new breeding stock. When neighbors came to investigate the burning house and stolen truck, they were astonished to hear the screams of a frightened infant from the wreckage. The infant had been sheltered by his father's body curled around him, and none of the rescuers ever noticed the dark strands of fur under the little one's nails.

The boy was adopted by the Martin family -- ironically, distant and unknown cousins on his mother's side -- and named Alain. They too died under mysterious circumstances just before Alain's sixth birthday. The twice-orphaned youngster spent the next eight years being shuffled from foster home to foster home, growing wilder and more unruly with each upheavel in his young life. At age fourteen, he ran away from home and spent almost a month on the streets of Quebec, stealing from vendors and picking pockets to survive. One day, the ragged urchin made the mistake of trying to pick the pocket a lean older gentleman who retaliated by immediately snagging the boy by the scruff of the neck and proclaiming loudly that he was going to the police. In reality, he hauled the cursing, struggling boy around the corner and into an alley, at which point young Alain completely lost his head. He had only narrowly escaped attempts at molestation on the streets several times before and he had a system full of adrenalin besides. He could feel himself growing stronger as he increased his struggles, heat pounded behind his eyes as his body warped and grew to monstrous proportions. He didn't have to be afraid of anyone. The fear abated in a rush of ferocious rage as he turned on the frail old man...who immediately changed shape and laid the cub out flat on his a**, then shifted back to human form and pleasantly announced himself as Baniti Cub-Catcher and asked the astounded cub if he'd like something to eat while they discussed this new state of things.

Several hours and a dozen hamburgers later, Alain had been given the run-down of the Garou in general and the Silent Striders in particular. Both of them were very far out of usual Strider territory, so it was up to Banati to give the cub his Rite of Passage and make sure that he learned something of Garou society before the young spitfire met up with others of his kind who wouldn't be so forgiving in their lessons. After hearing of the youth's past, or what little he knew of it, Baniti decided that the boy's Rite of Passage would involve a trek into the Umbra to find out his true name. Though, as Striders, neither one could call upon the spirits of the boy's parents, there were always spirits who heard things who could be cajoled or bribed into finding out other things. The boy came out of his Rite of Passage with his given name and some sense of closure about his past, ready to look to the future. Baniti and Jean-Paul traveled together for almost a month before the older Strider gave the boy a pat on the head and a kick in the pants to send him along his own path.

Jean-Paul's path turned out to be that of the messenger. The youth was fleet of foot and quick of mind and memory, not to mention seemingly tireless. He had a talent for finding interesting tidbits of information and a reputation for bringing it to those who could make the best use of it. As his news is rarely the welcome sort, the youth could not be called the most popular of Garou, and his aloof manner helped that not at all. Still, there was no questioning that he was a warrior for Gaia and that, at least, tended to earn him a place a sept's fire...however briefly.


Races-the-Stars is a slender man in his late teens with the hard, toned body of a professional athlete, though his build is more along the lines of one built for speed, not brute strength. He's of Anglo ancestry, just under six feet tall -- he misses the mark by less than an inch. His demeanor is a cold one, and he typically holds himself apart from whatever company he finds himself in. His clean-shaven features are handsome, but sharp and his expression severe. His eyes are a pale shade of Arctic blue, and when he speaks, his tone most often than not holds barely concealed contempt, or else complete disinterest, for what others have said. He has dark hair streaked faintly with silver, which he wears short, revealing his small, subtly pointed ears.

In Crinos form, he stands over nine feet tall, a lean and lithe creature more reminiscent of Anubis than any wolf and pitch black, save for a white, four point blaze upon his chest.

In Lupus form, he's a long-legged, rangy wolf with a largish ears and short, dense coat that show off his powerful muscles to good advantage. He's black in this form, with a white, four point blaze upon his chest.

Arrogant, overconfident, aloof...no matter how you slice it, this is a were with a severe chip on his shoulder. Contradictory to this seeming indifference towards others, however, he is a show-off with an overwhelming need to prove himself as the best in any situation he chooses to place himself in. He craves attention, but will keep admiriers at arm's length. His contrary nature and veneer of contempt mask a fear of abandonment that causes him to keep most people at a safe distance.

There is a young b***h of the Black Spiral Dancers that pursues Jean-Paul beyond all reason. The two have crossed paths often and never without bloodshed. Despite his best efforts, he has never been able to come away from these fights at anything but a draw -- the two are too evenly matched for either to ever gain more than a circumstancial advantage. For reasons beyond his ken, the Black Spiral -- Marie Aurora-of-Blood -- has her cap set for the young Strider, and is determined to have him for breeding stock, even if she has to take him to her Hive as a cripple. Only certain bits need work to get the job done, after all...

Weapon: Bare hands, typically, though he will use his knife in a desperate situation.

Gifts:

Breed: Master of Fire (1) - Allows the werewolf to heal fire damage as easily as if it were bashing; effects last for one scene.

Auspice: Spirit Speech (1) - Allows a Garou to intuitively understand the communication of spirits. The characters may address spirits whether or not they wish to be addressed. Whether the spirits will heed anything the character has to say is another matter entirely.

Tribe: Speed of Thought (1) - The Garou doubles his moving speed for one scene.

Fetishes: None.

Gear: Backpack, two changes of dedicated clothing, skinning knife, tarp, a coil of nylon rope, bedroll, salt, cooking pot, frying pan, and a battered copy of James Clavell's 'Shogun'.

Items At Home: None. Jean-Paul carries everything with him.

Backgrounds:

Totem 5 - North Star: When the banks of the Nile were the Silent Striders' greatest concern, the tribe had little use for the North Star and she cared as little for them. After the Striders were expelled from Egypt and scattered to the wind, their millennia of wandering under the North Star's light, reliant on her guidance to find their way, softened the brilliant, hard heart of the Incarna. She sent her spirit children to the Striders to share her gifts to aid travelers, and to watch over them as totem spirits.
Ban: The North Star requires that her packs travel often, accepting all legitimate quests and message-carrying duties.

Rites 2 - Rite of Talisman Dedication (1), Rite of Binding (1)

Quote: I've been through hell to get this message to this sept, and I'll go through you too if that's what it takes. Step aside!"

Name: Loki Hits-to-hard (a joke from his master that stuck)
Alias: Kit (last name random)
age: 19
gender: male
height: 7''5"
Nationality: Egyptian/californian
changing breed: Nuwisha(were-coyote)
breed: homid
Tribe: none
Auspice: Ragabash(auto)
Totem: Loki
Nature: Deviant
Demenor: jester
Concept: teacher(bwhaha)
rank: 2(glory-1 humor-4 wisdom-2)

Homid: 7'5"
Tsitsu: 7'6"(still looks humanish, like with fair glabro)
Manabozho: 8''8"(can still speak without spending a willpower)
Sendeh: 5'(can make yelps and yips sounding exactly like a baby crying)
Latrani: coyote
((weight never really changes much, stays between 150 and 170, except in coyote its 100))

marks/wierd features: black fur instead of normal coyote colors

Bio: born and raised in southern Cali, his mother was Egyptian and his father was a Cali *shrug*, raised to look for the peaceful solution to everything, which he used to keep himself from getting the crap beat out of him in school for his pranks on other kids so he took up martial arts in order to defend himself. when he first changed was adopted by another Nuwisha after his first change and was trained in the Kailindo arts that he had stolen from various stargazer camps, he came to this area to experiance the culture, and teach a few lessons. he wont kill anyone, but will defend himself if attacked

Weapons: his fists, an ank staff(see sig), martial arts, minor kailindo

Gifts: Rabbit run(1), Persuasion(1), Scent of Running Water(1)

Fetishes: his staff(3, it has a weaver spirit bound to it, and can immobilize the recipiant of a well placed strike using solidify reality, or create walls) and Harmony flute(1)

gear: street clothes(baggy t-shirt, baggy cargo jeans, all dedicated), backpack(food and supplies), and a "walking" staff

items at home: huh wha?, he dosent live anywhere yet

backgrounds: Fetish-4, Spirit companion-3(its helpful, also its a coyote spirit)

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