Blur of the Milky Eye (Level One) — The werewolf’s form becomes a shimmering, indistinct blur, as though seen through heavy cataracts — even in the midday sun. The Ragabash is not truly invisible, however, and if spotted, this Gift’s protection fails until the observer is distracted. A chameleon- or ermine-spirit teaches this Gift.
System: The player rolls Manipulation + Stealth (difficulty 8). Each success increases the difficulty of all Perception rolls made to detect him by one for the rest of the scene.
Scent of Running Water (Level One) — The werewolf can mask her scent completely, making herself virtually impossible to track. A fox-spirit teaches this Gift.
System: The difficulties of all rolls to track the Garou increase by two. This Gift’s effects are permanent, though the Ragabash may temporarily suppress them at will (which may be necessary to blend in with wolf packs).
Resist Toxin (Level One) — The werewolf’s body is hardened against toxins of all sorts. A rat-spirit teaches this Gift.
System: The werewolf is permanently immunized to mundane poisons, from arsenic to alcohol, and adds three dice to resist the effects of Wyrm-enhanced toxins. This Gift may be turned off and on at will (such as for enjoying alcohol).
Rat Head (Level One) — Metis are born into a world where they metaphorically don’t belong; it seemed only natural to rat-spirits to teach them to get into such places in the literal sense as well. This Gift renders the metis’s bone structure collapsible, allowing her to squeeze through any gap she can fit her head into.
System: The player spends one Gnosis and rolls Dexterity + Athletics (difficulty 7). For the rest of the scene, the metis may squirm through any gap she can fit her face into, moving at her walking speed to do so.
Taking the Forgotten (Level Two) — A Ragabash with this Gift can steal something from a target and make his victim forget that she ever possessed the stolen item. A mouse-spirit teaches this Gift.
System: After successfully stealing the item, the player must score three successes on a Wits + Larceny roll (difficulty of the victim’s Intelligence + Streetwise).
Guise of the Hound (Level Two) —The Bone Gnawer masks herself so that she blends into the urban landscape, disguising her Lupus form so that it appears as a large dog rather than a wolf. Despite its enormous utility, most other tribes spurn this Gift as degrading to the dignity of the Garou. A dog-spirit teaches this Gift.
System: The player rolls Manipulation + Subterfuge (difficulty 7). The disguise lasts for one scene per success.
Rites
Rite of Cleansing
Rite of Contrition
Form Stat Bonuses
Homid - Difficulty 6
No Change
Glabro - Difficulty 7
Strength: +2
Stamina: +2
Appearance: -1
Manipulation: -1
Crinos - Difficulty 6
Strength: +4
Dexterity: +1
Stamina: +3
Appearance: 0
Manipulation: -3
Incite Delerium in Humans
Hispo - Difficulty 7
Strength: +3
Dexterity: +2
Stamina: +3
Manipulation: -3
+1 Bite Damage
Lupus - Difficult 6
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +2
Stamina: +2
Manipulation: -3
-2 Perception Difficulty
History
Potato chips, yo.
Yeah I know what you’re thinking. Who’s this crazy chick just sitting down next to me and just be all about snack food. Name’s Heath, kiddo. Like the cliff. Don’t worry about it, before your time. But I’m serious, potato chips. Trust the stomach of a Gnawer. I couldn’t help but overhear, cause I was eavesdropping, and I get you man. You’re a Metis….I’m a Metis too. We both mistakes, but that don’t mean you ain’t got no worth. That don’t mean you can’t stand up and be proud. Being a mistake only means you weren’t planned….or weren’t supposed to be. And I know that sounds bad. Lots of folks like to trot that strutted up whore of an excuse out when the subject of us comes up. Oh lawdy love of Guy-ah, the Metis are abominations and should not be! The LITANY says blah blah blah blah blah! Fuck the Litany man, it’s just a bunch of old words. If my parents had followed the Litany I wouldn’t have been born, period. But here I am bitch, what you gonna do about it now? Deal with it, that’s what. Let me tell you a story.
My Mom and Dad were Get and they were just nasty fuckers, all hot and bothered for each other. Sex-you-all tension so thick you need a chainsaw to cut that shit. But the Litany was the law so of course they couldn’t break that and get it on. Three guesses what they did and the first two don’t count. Got it in one, kiddo. They fuuuuuuucked and she got the praggernent and oh it was a big thing. A real big thing, there was talk about both of them being beaten, and I found this out after the fact, also talk about them going to have to EAT me once I was born to atone for the sin of having me. Yeah. Get are fucked up man. Anyways, they don’t do that cause…I’m here, and they raised me….give me a chance to prove myself worthy of life, they said. Yeah that didn’t turn out exactly like they hoped. I grew up….I learned, but I had issues. I didn’t have any physical issues, not like you do. Hey, don’t feel so self-conscious about it man. I’d given anything to have a tail like yours. For serious! See I got mental issues. Things get stressful, which they do for us, I just kinda….switch out yo. You can imagine what pops and momsie thought of that.
But by the time they figured all that out I was pretty adept at handling myself. Not the greatest warrior, but good enough. Course, maybe you might have noticed but I got a hard core mouth on me. Me and Pops had the words often. I’d just taken my Rite of Passage and had been recognized as no longer a cub….had a few weeks under my belt…maybe a couple months. Time’s weird man. Like seriously weird. Anyways me and Pops had words about something stupid, I switched out, woke up a couple days later recovering from an epic beat down. Pops lost his shit I guess having to be face to face with his shame or something. That was the point I made the choice. A few days later I packed up my shit and snuck out. I’d learned a neat trick that made is hard for him to track me. Hitched a ride and I was hundreds of miles away by end of day.
Pops was nothing if not tenacious. He caught up with me in Kansas City planning to drag me back kicking and screaming. I wasn’t having any of that and I told him so. I fought back….I was no match for him but I wasn’t going back quietly. Course our little scrap caught the attention of the local Gnawers who congregated. The head of that sept….Big Daddy Tin Can, he stopped the fight just by showing up. Dude was intimidating as fuck. Asked me if I wanted to go back, I told him no. So what’s he do? He steps in as my champion, offers a formal duel to Pops. If Pops wins, I go back home quietly. If Big Daddy won, Pops and the Get renounce all claims to me. I’d be adopted as a Gnawer. Big Daddy won of course, kicked Pops ass seven ways to Sunday. It was beautiful.
From that point I was a Gnawer, welcomed into the tribe, taught the ways of things. And let me tell you kiddo, I felt more at home with people who didn’t share my blood, than I ever did with those who did. Family ain’t just what you born into, it’s who welcomes you with open arms. I learned that there. But I was a restless sort so off I went, heading west until I hit Denver. That’s where I met mah gurl, Tasha. She’s a tough bitch and I love her. We hit it off famously, I could tell she liked me from the beginning. There was a lot of stuff that happened there. We ate lots of waffles, but well…..Tasha is Fury and well….they can be as unforgiving as the Get. Seemed like the bad luck just wouldn’t let up on mah gurl. Shit after shit after shit just dumped on her. It’s no wonder she snapped and walked away. I don’t blame her at all, though I know lots of people do.
Fuck them. Assholes.
She tried to push me away when I went after her….started to follow her around, but I’m like a bulldog with a bone. Grrrr. I wasn’t being pushed away. Tasha was hurting and she needed a friend and that’s what I was. Eventually she just stopped trying to push me away because I wasn’t going anywhere….that’s what she says. I know better….she just didn’t want to actually risk making me leave. So that was us….Thelma and Louise….also before your time, don’t worry about it….roaming the US of A. And then, one day, I had the bright idea that we should go to the UK because why not? Which ended up with me being here to talk to you. Look at that, full circle story!
So yeah don’t let what you are define you, kiddo. You be you…and accept what you are as a part of who you are….but only part. Hmm? Oh right. Potato chips! Yeah….potato chips were a mistake….an accident. The chef who invented them just got real pissed off at a customer who kept sending back the fried potatoes as being too soggy. So he cut the potatoes really really thin and fried them up. BAM! Potato chips. See what I mean? Being a mistake doesn’t mean you don’t have worth. Take care, kiddo. I gotta flight to catch…
Misc. Notes
Freebie Point Spending
5 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Manipulation
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Alertness
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Athletics
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Empathy
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Intimidation
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Primal Urge
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Streetwise
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Subterfuge
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Larceny
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Stealth
2 freebies spent to buy 1 dot in Survival
Experience Point Spending
4 experience points spent to raise Strength one dot.
8 experience points spent to raise Stamina one dot.
4 experience points spent to raise Primal-Urge one dot.
4 experience points spent to raise Streetwise one dot.
9 experience points spent to raise Carousing three dots.
9 experience points spent to raise Scrounging three dots.
5 experience points spent to raise Animal Ken two dots.
5 experience points spent to raise Crafts two dots.
4 experience points spent to raise Melee one dot.
5 experience points spent to raise Medicine 2 dots.
3 experience points spent to raise Rage 2 dots.
3 experience points spent to buy "Rat Head" gift.
6 experience points spent to buy "Taking the Forgotten" gift.
6 experience points spent to buy "Guise of the Hound" gift.
