Brian Harper

Werewolf with a dark past

Description:

High Concept: World Weary Werewolf
Trouble: Never a moments peace
Aspects:
“Can’t we talk this out?” -having seen more than his fair share of violence, Brian prefers resorting to violence as only a last resort.
“It ain’t easy being ’Were’” -at his core, Brian is an animal, with animal instincts and urges. He can be very short tempered, gruff and abrasive. Establishing a pecking order is his nature.
“Furry does not mean friendly” -when in Werewolf form, Brian feels very strongly the urges of his inner wolf. He still knows friends from enemies, but if you are not a friend…
“Humans are the problem” -pure and simple the only animal that measures success by its ability to screw over others of its kind is humans. When pushed to make a choice between humans and anything else, he is prone to side with anything else.
“On the run” -Brian left a violent past behind him, leaving one of the most brutal and violent werewolf packs. Well you are a pack member for life.

Stress:
Physical:6
Mental:4
Social:4
Powers:
Beast Change(werewolf)(-1)
Echoes of the Beast(werewolf)-Track by sent, keen sense of smell(danger sense)(-1)
Inhuman Speed(-2)
Superhuman Strength(-4)
Human Form(1)*
Claws(-1)*
Inhuman Toughness(-2)*
Inhuman Recovery(-2)*
Catch(
3)
Silver or Holy Items
(common knowledge)
Refreshes(1)
Armor:1 -Only when werewolf
Skills:
5(2)4(2)3(2)2(3)1(5)
Human:
Alertness:5
Guns:5
Athletics:4
Endurance:4
Conviction:3
Presence:3
Discipline:2
Driving:2
Might:2
Fists:1
Investigation:1
Resources:1
Survival:1
Weapons:1

Wolf:
Fists:5
Might:5
Athletics:4
Endurance:4
Conviction:3
Presence:3
Alertness:2
Intimidation:2
Stealth:2
Deceit:1
Discipline:1
Empathy:1
Rapport:1
Survival:1

Bio:

Blood. I was born in it, raised to crave it, now just want to get the taste of it out of my mouth. I hate what I am, what I was born to do. I do not want to play the games everything else seems compelled to play, fight/conquer/rule. I just want to have a place to hunt when I need to, sleep when I want to and relax the rest of the time. I have seen more than a lifetimes worth of violence, aggression and waste. I have seen the lowest man seems capable to sink, and have been disappointed time and time again at just how low the humans are happy strive. It is not about the survival of the species it is all about the survival of the individual, and it makes me sick. So why don’t I fight? Brother, I fought when Native Americans were fighting for their own survival, when men rushed each other from the trenches as the gas came seeping in. On the beaches against bunkers and pillboxes, in the jungles of Vietnam, and in the deserts of the devout. What did I learn? I learned that no-one dies pretty and almost no-one gets out alive. I have learned that friends can become the bitterest of enemies and family blood runs just as thickly and freely as anyone else. Ask all my “brothers” back in L.A., well if they don’t kill you first. Yep even pack brothers will turn on you, well ok I guess I did not take the “Loyal til Death” part literally, but when I joined, killing anyone or anything that got in our way wasn’t what I signed up for. All I want is to find somewhere I can belong, amongst friends, somewhere I can just call home.

Brian Harper

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