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character Noah: Scabies and Smoke

"I'm Adrian. Some call me Sarna and Smoke. You not only friends.

not take it so bad, but we have enough problems here, so we have to tread carefully. Yes, I'm the Bone Gnawer Theurge of you have spoken. The weird guy who always has a cigarette between his lips. Bah! Who knows what those are fighting from the filth.

My story, why not? Normally I have no audiences particularly interested in to tell my ravings.

was born in this damn town, and in it I hope to die. How say the keepers? Love-hate relationship ... I guess so. My father was a drunk. No one who hit their children, just a broken man, who did nothing but drink. Do not blame him. The company that had worked all his life he was fired the same year I was born. From one job to another, over loading and unloading in port. My mother left him and I was with one arm tied on each side, seeing the approaching train.

You know how it goes. Rudeness, bad manners and bad host. At the end I took off from home. Not that it was one of those kids rebel without cause, with a wolf inside, right? I tried to survive on temporary work force boy, factory worker, cleaning of waste on the highway ... Nightmares began. I was afraid to sleep, and when I did, I woke up naked in streets, with flavors vomits in his mouth.

Thank God I found the Bone Gnawer. A tall, thin, covered with a coat made dust, came and told me Need help . The way to say, his tone, something in the way she moved, inspired me a fear that would not let me refuse. No, I will not say his name.

taught us wolves, spirits, shadows and fireworks. All that you know. Interested in my rite of passage. The truth is that it was crap. At that time many homeless in our area had disappeared. My initiation was hunted to the hunter. Several of my colleagues and I go out at night, crawling in the trash, watching the homeless people, for clues.

I came face to face with him. Turning a corner, a man dressed was leaning over one of the regulars. He turned and looked at me. He smiled with a mouth full of sharp teeth and started the trouble. The guy sucked. It was a stench smelled like there was never, ever forget. The smell of hate, of decay, pain, madness, concentrated in a physical body. It was the first fomori I killed.

Frenzy When I woke up around me there were only shreds of flesh and fabric. The stench emanating from the monster that had killed was gone, replaced by the sweet taste of blood. I heard footsteps behind me, when I turned the leader grabbed me by the shoulder and told me that my work would prevent it from spreading ...

So do not tell me that smoking is bad, hell! "

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cocept character: Garra Blanca

" Garra Blanca, Theurge of the Children of Gaia, Metis.

As all the lives of children born of incest, mine is marked by the rejection, though, I have to say, I was luckier than some of my brothers.

I never knew my biological parents. It is a fact that both are, or were, Garou, for my albinism reveals my pariah status. Rather than bear the shame of his actions, decided to abandon an uncertain fate in the middle of a forest. It was mid-October 1983, according to the human calendar.

My teacher says it probably traveled several days and nights to get away from the area they inhabited. Returning from a trip on the way to the shelter of his flock, when he heard my cries of pain, hunger and despair. Mother Gaia wanted, in the dim light of the crescent moon, lying in the shelter of a maple, Trail of Whispers find me.

gave me a name, I grew up with the philosophy of his tribe, the Children of Gaia, and after my initiation rite, I taught the arts of those who speak With spirits. His herd I reluctantly accepted, but Trail of Whispers protected and allowed me to live as a Garou. Were the best years of my life.

Like most of us, I confronted my Rite of Passage Shortly after my first change. For those born hominids is a traumatic time for me was a blessing. I thought it would show that I was an adult and the rest would stop treating me like an outcast. If I am to blame something Path of Whispers is having protected too much about my "status" in Garou society.

One night, the moonlight guiding my destiny, my teacher took me to a clear and simple words he said: "Do not come back without your spirit." Leaving a simple piece of glass over a rock left. I spent several days alone in the woods, thinking about what he meant. Almost without eating or sleeping, meditating, searching, jumping to the Umbra Next Teluria looking for the answer.

When he was about to give up, humiliated and sunk in despair, I fell to the ground, over a stream. I felt the coldness of the water penetrating into my flesh, cutting my breath. Clean water, clear, reflected my pale face, distorting it in strange ways. Then I saw, just behind me, staring at me with eyes that reflected his deep wisdom of thousands of years.

I returned to the shelter of the pack, waiting for my reward. There was an amulet carved wood and stone, which had welcomed the spirit unicorn. Foolish pride. I still have the amulet, but the spirit has long gone. I passed my test, but my reward is faded as do the dreams upon waking. Whispers

Trail was the only one who came to congratulate me, while the rest of the pack as I had always ignored.

learned my duties to the tribe, the herd and Mother Gaia. I learned my sins by being born of sin. I learned the Rabia.

After several years I took leave of my master, who could be called father. Now searching for my destiny, with open eyes and ears open, feeling the aromas of the change in the wind. "

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Introduction and statement of intent

Here begins my diary.

I've never had the need to keep a diary. Writing for myself, about my experiences or thoughts, I find redundant. Never had a need for a public diary. I have opinions on most issues, like everyone else, but not born of my nature aerate the four winds. I do not like talking to myself. If you ask me, ask me and have a conversation.

Here ends my journal.

My intention is to use this LJ as a tool to publish other personal materials related to RPGs. Personal. I'm not going to make a blog of resources, not pretend that my material will be useful or inspiration. Long I transcribe the items I make with my friends, this is the project. Ideas, characters and items, not as a resource, but as memory.

Here begins the daily role in my life.

As a first step in this adventure, a recommendation. I refer to claims of games like The Legend of 5 Rings or 7 Mar, the "Writer", to be exact. Is the narrator who want to be when I grow up, my inspiration for this project. If you control enough English, do not forget to visit the John Wick Livejournal. A person who lives for the role, a magician, as he says. The games of the Blood Glamour Boys and Girls have no waste.