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.
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Airi Culhane
A pleasant, curious young woman who generally wants to help people. Sometimes, though, she just has to use her foot to scratch her ear.
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Wing City
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ellipsis
Description
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's Story
Airi Culhane focuses on her task as she would with any of her teammates... Just another friend. She finds the knots in his back, and...with intuition born of experience for these painful things...works them free of his muscles with skilled, knowing fingers...her eyes running over the runes with silent, half-focused curiosity. She isn't familiar with many runes herself; perhaps she ought to bother him later for that. Unfortunately, when he growls, he can feel her whole body tremble for a second, no matter how hard she restrains it.
Airi Culhane runs her hands back up his sides before laying over him, resting her chin over his shoulder and nuzzling him very lightly. "Then you won't be alone." Simply. Her mind runs in giddy circles over what he has said, but she puts a leash on it all, telling herself that he's merely tired. "I'll stay and keep you warm. Dutifully."
Airi Culhane is utterly destroyed in some aspect by this, and yet smiles softly. She enjoys his breath against her neck, and the sudden heat her body gives off at what he says. She gives his ear a light kiss--and how that feels so very daring for her--before she rests herself down for sleep as well.
The setting changes from The Hidden Glen to Gambit's Bar
Airi Culhane wandered into the establishment in her work get-up--a white polo shirt and some khaki pants--rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a yawn. Her shift was just about to start, and Canti's was too damn far to walk to for a decent cup o' joe. It was surprisingly slim pickings for coffee places here in Wing City, and it just so happened that Gambit's was open. Granted, their sludge wasn't stellar, but it would do the trick...
She dropped her hands from her eyes to blink owlishly at the few other inhabitants of the bar...just in time to jump at the crack of thunder that had her head whip around to look to the door--just in time to have her scurry aside to make way for the terrified pony.
Recovering, she smoothed her shirt and took another look around. There were a pair of apparently normal individuals, a soldier...and...a dog. Huh! She hadn't known that Gambit's was fuzzy friendly. Grinning, she made a mental note as she shuffled to the bar.
She dropped her hands from her eyes to blink owlishly at the few other inhabitants of the bar...just in time to jump at the crack of thunder that had her head whip around to look to the door--just in time to have her scurry aside to make way for the terrified pony.
Recovering, she smoothed her shirt and took another look around. There were a pair of apparently normal individuals, a soldier...and...a dog. Huh! She hadn't known that Gambit's was fuzzy friendly. Grinning, she made a mental note as she shuffled to the bar.
Airi Culhane slouched over the counter of the bar, dragging her fingers over the menu. Coffee, coffee--oh! There! With a couple of taps to submit her order, she groaned and slumped onto a stool to wait for it. In the meantime, she looked over her shoulder at the establishment, plopping her cheek into her palm as she did. Wondering what these people would be doing for the next eight hours that she would spend ingratiating herself to the masses--all of them wanting something, not all of them quite knowing what--the girl couldn't help but envy them. Likely, they had free time...lots and lots of it...
She sighed at the prospect, her eyes once more fixing on the pony that Daylin had pointed out. "She's right," Airi murmured absently. "...why is there a pony in here...?"
She sighed at the prospect, her eyes once more fixing on the pony that Daylin had pointed out. "She's right," Airi murmured absently. "...why is there a pony in here...?"
Airi Culhane thought that a pony was probably the strangest thing that she would encounter for all of the ten minutes she anticipated spending here. Her eyes damn near fell out of her head as a pillar of fire--accompanied by the wails of damned souls--suddenly erupted all too conspicuously right in the center of the bar. Slowly--and much as though her neck was suddenly supported by nothing but a spaghetti noodle--her head cocked to the side in pure bewilderment. She was hardly aware of her jaw going slack, but it fell open quite easily, and remained that way as the fire extinguished, and the radiant, extremely under-dressed she-reaper stepped free of it to simply and nonchalantly step to the bar.
A few blinks later, she straightened up, clearing her throat as she pointedly stopped gawking to look around for any sign that her coffee may be ready...so that she may leave.
A few blinks later, she straightened up, clearing her throat as she pointedly stopped gawking to look around for any sign that her coffee may be ready...so that she may leave.
Oh, god. She was coming her way. The odd thing was, Airi wasn't so much perturbed by the fact that the strange nudist with the stinking book was coming her way--no, for some reason, strange usually settled just fine with the young Garou... Her primary concern was the fact that she had fifteen minutes to get to work--and if she got herself engaged in what she was sure to be a very perplexing conversation with lots of questions, she was going to be late...again. More than once she had found herself writing 'crippling, insatiable, unwavering curiosity!' as the reason for her tardiness on the form she had to fill out when she got to work any later than six minutes...
She cringed at the thought. Paperwork. Good lord, she hated paperwork... As she politely lifted her eyes to the woman's and offered an even more polite smile, all Airi saw was a giant tardy slip.
"Just a tad over the top," the girl confessed, lifting her hand to make a gesture with her forefinger and thumb. "My name...is...er..." Her eyes fell on the book suspiciously, but...she was a terrible liar. Especially since she was suddenly painfully aware of the fact that her first name was printed on the laminated card that was suspended from her neck on a length of thin bungee wire. "Airi. My name's Airi. Uh..." She flashed a smile, trying to scrounge up some confidence. She chirruped. "What's yours?"
She cringed at the thought. Paperwork. Good lord, she hated paperwork... As she politely lifted her eyes to the woman's and offered an even more polite smile, all Airi saw was a giant tardy slip.
"Just a tad over the top," the girl confessed, lifting her hand to make a gesture with her forefinger and thumb. "My name...is...er..." Her eyes fell on the book suspiciously, but...she was a terrible liar. Especially since she was suddenly painfully aware of the fact that her first name was printed on the laminated card that was suspended from her neck on a length of thin bungee wire. "Airi. My name's Airi. Uh..." She flashed a smile, trying to scrounge up some confidence. She chirruped. "What's yours?"
Airi Culhane swallowed, unable to prevent her eyes from widening in mildly alarmed surprise at the fact that her name was indeed in the flesh-bound tome. As she had expected, this raised many questions, and it was all Airi could do to stifle them... The effort--combined with the acrid stench that wafted from the Hell-dwelling woman with her infernal book--was enough to have her catch her breath. Don't ask, Airi--don't do it...
It was only when the woman addressed the dog that she blinked, looking down the canine. So interested had she been with Agatha that she had somehow failed to notice Spud's approach. She cracked a grin at the manner with which Agatha regarded the pooch--and that was all it took her Airi's resolve to falter. She exhaled, and on her breath came a question. It was as simple and natural as that.
"What's that book you got there, Agatha?"
It was only when the woman addressed the dog that she blinked, looking down the canine. So interested had she been with Agatha that she had somehow failed to notice Spud's approach. She cracked a grin at the manner with which Agatha regarded the pooch--and that was all it took her Airi's resolve to falter. She exhaled, and on her breath came a question. It was as simple and natural as that.
"What's that book you got there, Agatha?"
Airi Culhane proceeded to stare at Agatha in bug-eyed, thin-lipped fascination for a few seconds. The curious Garou had learned to do a whole new kind of math to determine how late she was going to be for work when situations like this cropped up. Being as she couldn't help herself when she was enthralled with something--which happened to be all too often--she had devised a way of figuring out the average length of a question and an answer in a broadly given situation. She would simply multiply the number of questions she had by the amount of time she anticipated it would take to utter each question and receive an answer...then tack on about ten more minutes for unforeseeable questions that would arise as a result of each answer she was given.
Judging by the math she performed just now, she was going to be detained a rather long time here. She sighed softly in resignation to this fact before grinning crookedly at Agatha again. "I'm a sales associate--s'not really a profession, but...the pay's getting me through college," she answered, seeming a little hurried. She wanted badly to get to her next question. "Is there someone here you're going to reap, Miss Agatha?"
Judging by the math she performed just now, she was going to be detained a rather long time here. She sighed softly in resignation to this fact before grinning crookedly at Agatha again. "I'm a sales associate--s'not really a profession, but...the pay's getting me through college," she answered, seeming a little hurried. She wanted badly to get to her next question. "Is there someone here you're going to reap, Miss Agatha?"
Airi Culhane coughed a little bit as she suppressed laughter. In an attempt to hide her smile, she brought her hand to her mouth, glancing aside as her coffee arrived on the counter. Despite Agatha's casual and calm way of offering the poignant reminder of the mortality that surrounded her on a daily basis--somehow hidden from her because she hardly ever witnessed it personally, nor came across more evidence of the phenomenon of death aside from an obituary or the fleeting mention on the radio or television--Airi couldn't help but be deeply amused at the way the ghastly yet beautiful woman cooed at the dog. It was the details that the Garou appreciated--and it was the ones she chose to acknowledge that always kept her sunny outlook from becoming clouded...
In the break in conversation that the dog had offered, she reigned in her curiosity with prolific effort. She reached over to grab the cardboard cup of to-go joe as she tilted her head at Agatha. "Was a great pleasure meeting you, Miss Agatha. You're a most...remarkable person, and I hope to see you again. Maybe you'll get to talk to your management--" Who was that exactly? Airi wondered--and caught herself doing so just in time to stomp the query into submission before it had time to leap to her tongue. "--about the whole shock and awe factor of your entrance. Perhaps a simple escalator...or some kind of elevator..." She reached up to rub at the back of her neck thoughtfully, eyes flicking to the ceiling.
In the break in conversation that the dog had offered, she reigned in her curiosity with prolific effort. She reached over to grab the cardboard cup of to-go joe as she tilted her head at Agatha. "Was a great pleasure meeting you, Miss Agatha. You're a most...remarkable person, and I hope to see you again. Maybe you'll get to talk to your management--" Who was that exactly? Airi wondered--and caught herself doing so just in time to stomp the query into submission before it had time to leap to her tongue. "--about the whole shock and awe factor of your entrance. Perhaps a simple escalator...or some kind of elevator..." She reached up to rub at the back of her neck thoughtfully, eyes flicking to the ceiling.
Airi Culhane allowed her eyes to linger on the woman and her new four-legged companion for a few more seconds before she shook her head and moved to the door. She tilted her wrist to peer at the face of her watch and squeaked, suddenly picking up her gait to a jog. Perhaps--if she truly hurried--she would make it in time to avoid doing paperwork... Although, quite suddenly, she was thoroughly entertained at the possibility of writing 'Ran into the reaper' as her reason for being late...
Somehow managing not to slosh coffee onto her hand--this could be attributed to much practice running with hot beverages because she was seldom on time going anywhere--Airi raced out the front doors of Gambit's to head off to work...
Somehow managing not to slosh coffee onto her hand--this could be attributed to much practice running with hot beverages because she was seldom on time going anywhere--Airi raced out the front doors of Gambit's to head off to work...
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Wing City
She had prayed all week for her way off--and it had finally arrived. The young werewolf was at last free to enjoy herself as she pleased, for two whole days! So excited she could hardly wait to hit the clubs, she had just quickly braided her hair, put on a little make-up, and dashed out the door with her bag. Hours later found her a part of a writhing throng at a popular night club, bumping and grinding and laughing in the tumult of music, sweeping colored lights, and the mess of pheromones that clouded the room. She let go, and with such unimpeded glee that she forgot for a moment that she was prone to transforming into a ten-foot-tall unstoppable warbeast--and that it confused her, and made her feel lonely because she felt like she couldn't connect with people anymore...
It was times like these that proved that fear wrong. Here she was, just one of them--unnoticed...
...and god, she needed to pee.
She broke away from the throbbing mass of people and music to totter toward where she thought the bathrooms were. In her inebriated state, she was having a difficult time reading what the signs said--especially since she was just about dancing in discomfort. Finally, she just burst through one of the doors with a desperate whine, uncaring as to whether or not she went to the john or the loo.
It was times like these that proved that fear wrong. Here she was, just one of them--unnoticed...
...and god, she needed to pee.
She broke away from the throbbing mass of people and music to totter toward where she thought the bathrooms were. In her inebriated state, she was having a difficult time reading what the signs said--especially since she was just about dancing in discomfort. Finally, she just burst through one of the doors with a desperate whine, uncaring as to whether or not she went to the john or the loo.
Perhaps later she would wonder whether or not that had in fact been accidentally intentional. The meek young woman's hand was still on the knob as she leaned in against the door. Alcohol-bright hazel eyes widened as they irrevocably swallowed the whole scene. There was a heartbeat moment in which everything seemed frozen, and her mind took all of that opportunity to try and process the horror that was occurring right before her eyes.
The young woman in her--still so fresh to the fact that she was more dangerous than any punk on the street--wanted to scream and turn and flee. It was difficult for her to suppress it--and her hand fell from the doorknob as she straightened. Her eyebrows angled in dismay as she straightened from the door, and her arms hung limply at her sides as she took another second to review the situation. Her jaw had dropped open a bit, and she was totally unaware of the hurt, revulsion, and question on her features as she made eye contact with Donovan.
They probably wouldn't let her leave. There were two of them. At the moment, she was small...
She turned around and made as though to run.
The young woman in her--still so fresh to the fact that she was more dangerous than any punk on the street--wanted to scream and turn and flee. It was difficult for her to suppress it--and her hand fell from the doorknob as she straightened. Her eyebrows angled in dismay as she straightened from the door, and her arms hung limply at her sides as she took another second to review the situation. Her jaw had dropped open a bit, and she was totally unaware of the hurt, revulsion, and question on her features as she made eye contact with Donovan.
They probably wouldn't let her leave. There were two of them. At the moment, she was small...
She turned around and made as though to run.
She screamed at the very sight of them--and screamed louder and tried to jerk her arms out of their grasp as soon as they had hooked her. Naturally, she let her instincts take over--and she thrashed, kicking out at their knees and trying to yank out of their grasp. She even leaned over and tried to sink her teeth into the bicep of the guy to the right of her. If she could just get her right arm free--she could get her knife--and she stood a larger but still yet small chance of escape.
The man released her, and with a pant, she planted a foot and wrenched her arm away from him. He clocked her pretty good upside the head, and that made her stagger and drop down--but as she did, she tried to worm her arm out of the grasp of the fellow to her left. Even as she fell, her right hand dropped to her hip to snatch the folding knife from her pocket and flick it out. After that, she was at a loss as to what to do. Due to alcohol and the whack across the head, she couldn't fairly see straight--and what the fuck was she going to do with a folding knife against four men in a room that was obviously out of sight and out of mind of anyone that cared about her well being? She snarled desperately.
"Don't do this--you'll die. You'll all die!" Her tone was panicked. How could they possibly believe that? And then the horror of the possibility that they would die--and that she would be responsible--crossed her mind. A new sense of dread filled her at the prospect of being the mysterious headliner for a multiple homicide committed in the bowels of a nightclub--
--or, worse. They would name her. They would say that she could turn into a gigantic beast and lay waste to everything before her. There would be incarceration--medical tests--experiments...
"Don't do this--you'll die. You'll all die!" Her tone was panicked. How could they possibly believe that? And then the horror of the possibility that they would die--and that she would be responsible--crossed her mind. A new sense of dread filled her at the prospect of being the mysterious headliner for a multiple homicide committed in the bowels of a nightclub--
--or, worse. They would name her. They would say that she could turn into a gigantic beast and lay waste to everything before her. There would be incarceration--medical tests--experiments...
Her eyes went wide as she detected his swift movement toward her. She saw the flash of the syringe, and all it spelled for her was a slow death. A certain rage that she was entirely unfamiliar with filled her lungs and wrenched out of her throat as she spun back on her knee to avoid the stab of the needle--and she made a slash out at Donovan's gut with the knife. It likely wouldn't connect, but it would get him away from her for long enough...
There was rage and there was gnosis. She felt both sparking lively in her. The latter left her with nothing--there were no mirrors, and she was in a raw panic in her crisis. Only rage spoke to her. It wasn't a comprehensive speech, but she knew that if she was to live through this, it would be the only thing she listened to. She felt it boiling underneath the surface, and a new swell of panic took over.
"Please don't make me kill you--" she sobbed. "PLEASE!" she screamed through tears that had suddenly started rolling down her cheeks.
There was rage and there was gnosis. She felt both sparking lively in her. The latter left her with nothing--there were no mirrors, and she was in a raw panic in her crisis. Only rage spoke to her. It wasn't a comprehensive speech, but she knew that if she was to live through this, it would be the only thing she listened to. She felt it boiling underneath the surface, and a new swell of panic took over.
"Please don't make me kill you--" she sobbed. "PLEASE!" she screamed through tears that had suddenly started rolling down her cheeks.
Her terror ripped away the veil from his otherwise relatively consoling words. There was no logical reason for him to leave her alive--not with what he was capable of. For the first time in a while, he inspired in her a true anger. He was lying to her. He had killed the man on the table and was carving him up like an undesirable turkey feast, to be shoved into a trashcan or an incinerator...forgotten forever by all but those who had loved him. (She had to assume that he was loved. She couldn't imagine a world in which anyone lived where they weren't loved by at least one person.) He would kill her as well, she was sure...
"You could just let me go!" she howled through sobs, still trying to rip herself out of the grasp of the other man, and just now planting her foot beneath her so she could jolt toward the door. There was a great deal of comfort in that single sense of security. She could run. She could get to the door. They'd get to her by then, but by then, she would have teeth at least an inch and a half long--claws longer... Speed and strength to rival any natural man on Terra...
...god, please, let these be natural men. If she was what she was, god knows what they were...
"You could just let me go!" she howled through sobs, still trying to rip herself out of the grasp of the other man, and just now planting her foot beneath her so she could jolt toward the door. There was a great deal of comfort in that single sense of security. She could run. She could get to the door. They'd get to her by then, but by then, she would have teeth at least an inch and a half long--claws longer... Speed and strength to rival any natural man on Terra...
...god, please, let these be natural men. If she was what she was, god knows what they were...
Gabriel Ereb, aboard a private jet, skimmed through several files on his tablet. There were numerous schematics depicting everything from weapons to spaceship parts.
“
I'm going check that forest
”