Description
Breed: Homid
Auspice: Ragabash
Tribe: None (yet)
Nature: Caregiver
Demeanor: Explorer
Strength: 00
Dexterity: 00000
Stamina: 000
Charisma: 00
Manipulation: 00
Appearance: 00
Perception: 000
Intelligence: 00
Wits: 000
Alertness: 000
Athletics: 000
Brawl: 00
Dodge: 0000
Empathy: 00
Animal Ken: 0
Crafts: 0
Drive: 0
Melee: 00
Stealth: 00
Survival: 0
Computer: 0
Enigmas: 0
Investigation: 0
Medicine: 0
Occult: 0
Willpower: 00000
Rage: 000
Gnosis: 0000000
Backgrounds:
Resources: 00
Fetish: 000
Gifts:
Master of Fire
Open Seal
Merits:
Metamorph (-6)
Double-Jointed (-1)
Flaws:
Curiosity (+2)
Slip Sideways (+1)
Cursed (+3) (Electronics have a fifty-fifty chance of either not working, bursting into flames, or straight up breaking.)
Strict Carnivore (+1)
She seems fairly average in every way--standing at about 5' 5", weighing about 100 pounds, she doesn't seem much of a threat to anyone. Her build is slight, proportionate--healthy. Her skin is pale, due to her genes, but it shows that she does get out and get some sun every once in a while. Her eyes are gentle and a brown so pale they're almost gold, with flecks of green and grey in them; they usually convey the same kind of joy and innocent mischief that one can see in a puppy's eyes. She never looks sad; her face always has at least a faint light-hearted little smile on it. Her hair is a little longer than shoulder length, a little wavy; sometimes she piles it up on her head and uses a chopstick to fix it, or she braids it loosely and lets it hang over her shoulder. Her sense of fashion is comfortable and simple--her usual attire can be summed up as a long-sleeved light-blue shirt with green and dark blue stars on it, with a pocket-laden grey vest over that; her pants are some navy-blue Dickies with pockets that zip at about midthigh. She wears a military surplus belt, slipped through the loops on her pants. For shoes, she prefers her black and grey running shoes with the sky-blue laces. She doesn't wear much jewelry--just a little dark-blue ribbon choker around her neck with a little silver half-moon pendant on it and some simple stud earrings with silver stars.
Personality
She's quietly cheerful, always preferring to show everyone her happy side. Extremely helpful and eager to please, she will always take on the work that no one else wants, and will try to pay enough attention to people's needs and wants so as to better cater to them. Airi is also keen on protecting those who need protection, and cannot tolerate cruelty.
Equipment
She carries with her a folding knife, usually for utility's sake, and a fetish called Phoebe's Veil, which manifests as a little silver half-moon pendant on her choker. When activated, it can make her vanish for a short time--imperceptible to all sense save touch. She also carries some potent mace.
History
She was born to two Kinfolk who never suspected that they would give birth to a Garou. As a result, she had a normal and happy childhood, all the way up to her parents' nasty separation and divorce. While her parents were absorbed with themselves and their issues, she cared for her little brother, trying to make sure that he would not be tainted by their malice for each other. She grew older, harboring her bitterness and anger and hiding it neatly under her charm and smile... She was shuttled between parents for several years, which taught her patience, but did nothing to alleviate her emotional burdens--especially when her neighbor at her mother's house seemed to derive pleasure from mocking Airi for her situation. One day, he pushed her too far, and she snapped--discovering rather abruptly that she can turn into a terrifying ten-foot-tall wolf with anger issues. Happily, the terrified boy ran and she frenzied herself out on a swingset. She passed out and woke up...in the Umbra. It took her some time to figure out where she was and what exactly was going on, but she eventually learned--from a kind owl spirit--how to leave, and when she returned to the physical world, she found out she had been reported missing for three days. It was awkward enough that she had just discovered she was a werewolf and there was a world others didn't know about, lying right underneath the skin of this one, but then she had to come up with a story as to what happened to her over the last three days...'cause like Hell if she could tell anyone what really happened. She kept that to herself. She told them she had gotten lost in a nearby forest. That went over well.
Years went by, and Airi found herself slipping into the Umbra more frequently, figuring out the intricacies of the spirit world and practicing transformation, enjoying her wolf form, and yet never meeting another Garou... She also developed an exclusive taste for meat--preferably as raw as possible.
So begins...
Airi Culhane wanders into this bar, as she's heard it's quite the place. Though, from what she's heard, she's not entirely sure that's a good thing. She takes a look around, thinking that this isn't so bad--'til her eyes rest on the floating paint bucket. She tilts her head, blinking at it. Hm. No. Nevermind. This place is odd.
Airi Culhane goes to the bar and hops up onto a stool. She spins on it, grinning to herself, then stops to face the bar again. She looks around patiently for someone to help her, her expression hopeful.
Airi Culhane blinks at Aqua, and turns her head to look her in the face. "Sleeping well?" Then her eyes dart up to the floating paint bucket. She looks perplexed and very mildly alarmed. "...uh. Hi?" Is it appropriate to talk to a floating paint bucket, she wonders?
Airi Culhane grins a little at the pushy bucket, but looks at Aqua curiously as she approaches.
Airi Culhane blinks, looking at the paintbucket, assuming that this voice is somehow associated with it. She shifts her glance from side to side uncertainly, then nodded slowly. "I am." She winces at Aqua's fall, and immediately drops from her stool to rush over and help the woman up. "You alright?"
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blinks, looking at the paintbucket, assuming that this voice is somehow associated with it. She shifts her glance from side to side uncertainly, then nodded slowly. "I am." She winces at Aqua's fall, and immediately drops from her stool to rush over and help the girl up. "You alright?"
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Airi Culhane tries to slip her arm around her, underneath her arms. She notes what Jak says, and frowns slightly as she tries to help Aqua up. "Say, kiddo, where're your parents?" Her voice is sweet and such, but...she does look and sound concerned.
Airi Culhane would love to have her fortune told--it's just...she needs to help a falling child.
Airi Culhane blinks at this strange child, nodding slightly. "Should you...go see them? You don't look well, little miss."
Airi Culhane looks a little puzzled at the child. "What...wait... Oh." She sighs and just supports the child. "...is a bar really the best place for a...a child queen?"
Airi Culhane just watches as this gets odder and odder. "But...you're sick?" She glances toward the door, biting her lip a little. She really wants to help this odd child.
Airi Culhane nods slightly, uncertain. "Let me get you to a seat. Would you like me to...get you..." She realizes she's about to say something silly. "...some water?" She smiles crookedly at the girl.
Airi Culhane nods, and helps her over to a nice, stable chair. She'll scurry to the bar, and look anxiously for a 'tender to get their attention.
Airi Culhane finally gets the attention of the NPC Stand-In 'Tender, whom she asks, "Can I have a juice?" And she's already pulling money from her pocket to pay. The 'tender slides a glass to her, she thanks him quickly, and patters on back to the girl, setting the glass down in front of her. She gives her back a gentle pat. "I'm gonna be watching you, and I'll be back to check on you... Let me know if you feel worse, 'kay?" She slips back a few steps, looking a little anxious at the young queen...before going to line up behind the paintbucket and Jak to have her fortune told.
Airi Culhane is keeping an eye on her, of course, and watches that with interest. She wonders at how thin the Gauntlet must be here, what with all these strange creatures, openly walking about... She half-listens to Jak and Seth as they converse...then something strikes her, and she gives the paint bucket a gentle tap. "Excuse me. I believe...er...you were talking to me earlier?"
Airi Culhane jerks at the tug with a small yip of surprise. "I am?" She glances at Seth, then...to the bucket, then to wherever it seems that invisible person could be...on which point, she has no idea.
Airi Culhane keeps an eye on the sleeping girl queen, waiting her turn to see Seth, and eavesdropping on what the paint bucket is telling hi.
Airi Culhane squints an eye at the telepathy, and tries thinking back to the man. "Hello?" She notices Aqua is cold, though, and unzips her vest, taking it off as she goes over to rest it over the young one. She'll sneak back toward Slate and Seth after that, hoping the vest is warm enough.
Airi Culhane listens with great interest to the paint bucket entity's words, and watches Seth quietly, patiently.
Airi Culhane perks slightly to Aqua's voice, looking over at her anxiously to make sure she isn't getting worse. She seems peaceful enough... She just...doesn't know what to do to help her any more.