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WoD 20th Aniv: Gates to Umbra
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Posting my interest. I have a long drive ahead of me today but will fill out the submission form tonight or in the morning. Thanks.
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Posting this for interest, will post the rest of the stuff in a few hours, once I am on my PC
Name: Samuel Gender: Male Tribe: Uktena Breed : Homid Auspice; Galliard Appearance/Personality: Backstory; |
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posting interest as a metis
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im offering solo fate, world of darkness, gurps, and twilight 2000 v4 games. if you're interested hit me up. Last edited by Hotshot lasgun; Sep 7th, 2022 at 02:14 PM. |
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Posting interest.
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I would be also interested (if it is not a problem for you that I am a brand new player).
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That is what the game is for, people who are interested in participating in a story with the goal of having fun with others.
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Character Creation Thread now opened.
News of the City; Now opened Map of the City; Now opened OOC Thread; Now opened.
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oWoD - Apocalypse. You are kidding me!
Oh PbP gods big and small hear my prayers - let this game survive and its story be told. Sooo keen to participate. Bought 2ed in 94 and it has had pride of place on my games shelf ever since. Name: Anya Gender: Female Tribe: Silent Strider Breed: Lupus Auspice: Theurge Appearance: Large sleek jackal as dark as a new moon is bright. Human form is as pale as the cloud that hides a harvest moon. Personality: Aloof, proud, dismissive. Resentful of her fate, furious about her set's corruption. Win her over and the fierce unwavering loyalty of a she-wolf is yours whether you want it or not (and you really might not). Backstory: When humans came to the hunting grounds and broke the dreaming... Awake and to learn their weaknesses she took their form. She hated it but the spirit had instructed 'Their will be!'. Unregistered, she was conscripted, served her time and visited the forest when she could to report to whatever wolf would listen, that was until the forest became ill, until the packs became few; corrupted by the oil fields and the constant spilling of Wyrm blood had taken its toll. She rebelled and took action herself, found a few friends and formed what some would call a terrorist cell and then... The frackers, they summoned it from the slick and it devoured and devoured and its forms were many and... The spirits screamed, fell and fled and she petitioned her kind, those that visited the needle, but they would not help and the shaman refused to fight. Bound behind the veil, feeling the full horror of the blight's expanse, the umbral forest dead even before the trees, and she watched helpless as the light and forms of her set were swallowed. "You will fight, but not here." That was all they said and cast her back into the material, along paths she did not know, to land where she knew not... Ragged, furious, heart broken; she picks herself up. The umbral bridge is already fading, The Weaver repairing the gauntlet and autumn spirits erasing the paths. She cannot go back. The Jackle is silent. It smells and it smells an all too familiar scent. The Wyrm and it sees the Garou and it pities the scout, his fate was that of her set, he is the source of the Wyrm taint she recognises. There is no trace of the bridge now, not a ripple in the gauntlet to show from whence she came. "Here then!" "Your will be done."
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Thanks for everything Gary. Last edited by Neil; Sep 10th, 2022 at 01:22 PM. |
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My submission: Name: Theo Gender: Male Tribe: Shadow Lords Breed: Homid Auspice: Philodox Appearance/Personality: A young man of 24 years of age. Average height, brown hair and eyes, unremarkable facial features. Theo can be very arrogant and condescending, he is always convinced that he is right. He struggles to build deep personal connections, but he commands a certain natural respect for his obvious intelligence and charisma. Backstory: Theo was the only child of a single mother. His family has been in Oklahoma for as long as they can remember. However, judging by their family name, Hanak, they might have Eastern European origins. His mother, Elena, worked her entire life for the City Council as lowly clerk. Theo never knew his father, and his mother was reluctant to talk about him. Theo was a very bright student at school, though he always struggled to fit in. All his life he felt a deep rage in his soul. A rage he could not decipher, an unprovoked rage whose source was unknown to him. Very early on, he found a way to deal with this deep anger. As a young teenager he became interested in politics and felt just devasteted by the fact that his country's corrupt politicians led the US and the whole world into an enviromental disaster because of mundane profit interests. He chose to study law, with a special emphasis on environmental matters, so he has the knowledge ot fight back. He channeled all his rage and energy into political, environmental activism joining all the NGOs and political organizations he can find and participating in every demonstration against the political establishment. He excelled at the law faculty, and he could use this knowledge to eke out a reputable position within the grass movements of his city despite his young age. His Change came relatively late. He was already 22, just finishing his BA studies, when he and some of his friends after spending a night drinking and debating politics were attacked on the way back by people who were not so fond of their activism in Oklahoma. In the dark of the night, the goons thought it would bee easy to beat up the kids. Theo was enraged, all the anger he tried to suppress all his life burst out of him. He Changed. In his wolflike form, blinded by the rage of a lifetime, he murdered everyone he could see. Later on, he found out that he was lucky. His real father watched his Change from the nearby woods as he already suspected that Theo might be one of them. His father, a member of the Shadow Lords, was right. By his newly found father, Theo was introduced to the Garou society. At first, he felt immense shame and confusion for the murders. Eventually he came to understand his true self. His life made sense - for the first time. He quickly became accustumed to the Garou way of life and realized the potential it could offer for his goals to stop the Wyrm. |
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My character is under construction. I haven't forgotten about him.
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Name: Yvhv "Chebon" Harjo
Gender: Male Tribe: Children of Gaia Breed: Metis Auspice: Ahroun. Appearance: The first word most people would use to describe Chebon is big. Standing at 6'4 with broad muscular shoulders and bicepts the size of watermelons, it's a fair enough word for them to throw around. You'll usually see him in biker leathers and a helmet on the back of his Hog, though sometimes on the backroads he'll take the helmet off and let his long black hair trail behind him as he flies through the dark night. Underneath the biker clothes, he's usually wearing a Mekko shirt, black jeans, and practical shoes. Personality: Despite his size, Chebon is an easy-going person and a true friend, willing to crack jokes, beers, or skulls, though unlike many of his auspice he's not one to rush to violence save against minions of the wyrm. He's not afraid to take charge when there's a need, but he's also willing to follow when he's out of his depth. He's also a proud Muscogee citizen from Hickory Ground Ceremonial Grounds. Backstory: Born to Uktena parents in Arizona, Chebon was raised around the dual cultures of the Garou and the Muscogee Creek tribe that both his parents claimed membership within. His parents were exacting and perfectionists, his father a harsh disciplinarian, and his mother possessed a quick tongue. They had high expectations for their son, despite his birth, and he ever struggled to meet them, until after his first change when he joined the Children of Gaia. They have both disowned him at current, something he hopes is temporary. In hopes of In an effort to establish himself as his own Garou and to get some distance from his now silent parents he has moved to Oklahoma City. This has enabled him to get involved with his ceremonial ground (as much as he is able given the difficulties Garou have with humans), which has lead to him discovering that he adores stickball, but perhaps to his greatest surprise, he loves to ride his motorcycle. He hopes to one day attend OU and play football, but he knows with his duties as a Garou that may not ever be possible. When he first moved he hoped to join the Broken Glass pack, but seeing how dysfunctional they were decided against it. He's made a bit of an effort to get to know the Garou of the Green Corn pack, but both his breed and his tribe are against him, so he is currently at something of a loss. |
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Everyone with characters on this recruitment thread need to transfer them over to the game thread as well.
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