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Fitz

IC Information
Full Name:	Fitz
Deed Name:	Fits
Gender:	Male
Age:	20s (apparently)
Breed:	Metis
Tribe:	Fianna
Auspice:	Galliard
Rank:	1 (Cliath)
Sept Position:	Scumbag with a big mouth.
Pack:	None
Height:	6' (approximately)
Hair:	Brown
Eyes:	Blue
OOC Information
Theme Song:	"You Make Me Sick" (Ugly Kid Joe)
Status:	Active
Player:	Hazmat

Fitz has spent his entire life being told that he's scum -- by his elders, by other cubs and cliaths, even by the older metis who grudgingly raised him ("Because I always get the shit jobs," she often complained). After a lifetime of such treatment, he's settled into being exactly what he's always been told that he is.

History

Before St. Claire

Born on the outskirts of Boston, he's the product of a manipulative cuss of a male Adren Shadow Lord Ragabash whose charm overcame the scruples of a rather naive female Cliath Fianna Galliard who was related to one of the Fens' more important families. The Shadow Lord fled as soon as the pregnancy became known, escaping judgement; his current whereabouts are unknown. The young Fianna was afforded some mercy due to her youth and inexperience, but after Fitz was born, she was exiled from the Sept.

Fitz was thus raised by another Metis, an old female known as Rose the Rock-Grinder. Like most young Metis, he was kept in isolation (read: chained to a wall of a basement on the very outskirts of a far Boston suburb) until he could shift forms. Afterward, he was given an abbreviated cub education (little more than the basics) and then shoved into a Rite of Passage with two other cubs, both homid. He wasn't being actively sent off to die, but neither would the Sept have minded if he had died -- and everyone knew it, including Fitz. The three cubs cleared out a small nest of fomori and participated in the Rite of Cleansing for the site, fairly standard stuff. The homids talked, then, of finding a third to start a pack with -- Fitz was rather vehemently not invited.

He's never been fully integrated with the Fens or Fianna culture; they're a traditional bunch in Boston and of course his parentage was especially painful and ignoble. He might have made friends with the local urrah, especially the Gnawers, but he was such an asshole that he quickly alienated the few people who tried to extend a hand in friendship.

Fitz didn't stay in Boston long after his Rite of Passage, and nobody there was sorry to see him go. He's spent the last several years wandering from Sept to Sept, never staying for more than half a year or so. His most recent stop was at the Sept of the Lone Oak in northwestern Oregon; he fled during the recent Wyrm attack -- as soon as it was clear that the Sept could not stand against the enemy and would fall (which of course it did).

He feels guilty about this, though one would be hard-pressed to get him to admit it with anything resembling sincerity.

Current Events

Fitz slouched into St Claire in late November 2014 and took a stop in one of the city parks to check his map and be an asshole to some weird homeless chick and the guy talking her up. [1]

+Sheet

Strength:    3	 Charisma:     1   Perception:   3    Willpower:   6
Dexterity:   3	 Manipulation: 3   Intelligence: 2    Gnosis:      3
Stamina:     4	 Appearance:   3   Wits:         3    Rage:        6

Backgrounds: Rites 1, Totem 3, Past Life 1

Gifts: Resist Toxin, Perfect Recall, Primal Anger

Rites: Feed the Earth (0), Rite of Talisman Dedication (1)

GM Info

Metis Flaw

Rage seizures. Symptoms display when checking for frenzy. 1-3 successes on a frenzy check result in noticeable symptoms -- shaking, twitching, stuttering, excess saliva -- more obvious at 3 success than 1. At 4-5 successes (normal frenzy), make a Willpower roll vs 9 and get at least one success to proceed to normal frenzy. Otherwise fall to the ground in current form writhing uncontrollably for a dramatically appropriate amount of time (usually the amount of time that a frenzy would last). 6+ successes (Thrall of the Wyrm) result in extremely violent seizures _in Crinos_ which last until unconsciousness, usually causing injury to himself (e.g. biting through tongue) or possibly to others (if attempts are made to hold him down, drag him elsewhere, etc). Aftermath of seizures always physically and emotionally draining; the more violent/lengthy the "fit" the longer the time to recover.

Physical

Good at using what Gaia gave him -- fists, feet, teeth, claws, fangs, etc. A dirty fighter. Not the greatest but above average. Decently athletic and pretty darn sturdy; he's very experienced at taking a beating.

Social

Asshole, jerk, loudmouth, dirtbag, shithead, kind of has a compulsion to say whatever comes to mind, even if it'd get him punched. Especially if it'll get him punched. Likes stirring shit, likes attention, even negative attention.

Mental

No formal education at all. Knows what a Cliath would be expected to know about Garou stuff, though poorly integrated with Sept culture in general and Fianna culture specifically. Can read and write and pass for human, albeit scumbag human.

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 ===Current Events===
+Fitz slouched into St Claire in late November 2014 and took a stop in one of the city parks to check his map and be an asshole to some weird homeless chick and the guy talking her up. [http://hazlogs.dreamwidth.org/9053.html]
-Coming soon!
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-==Descriptions==
+==GM Info==
-===Homid===
+===Metis Flaw===
+Rage seizures. Symptoms display when checking for frenzy. 1-3 successes on a frenzy check result in noticeable symptoms -- shaking, twitching, stuttering, excess saliva -- more obvious at 3 success than 1. At 4-5 successes (normal frenzy), make a Willpower roll vs 9 and get at least one success to proceed to normal frenzy. Otherwise fall to the ground in current form writhing uncontrollably for a dramatically appropriate amount of time (usually the amount of time that a frenzy would last). 6+ successes (Thrall of the Wyrm) result in extremely violent seizures _in Crinos_ which last until unconsciousness, usually causing injury to himself (e.g. biting through tongue) or possibly to others (if attempts are made to hold him down, drag him elsewhere, etc). Aftermath of seizures always physically and emotionally draining; the more violent/lengthy the "fit" the longer the time to recover.
-This guy's like an unholy hybrid of sneery video store clerk and 1950s greaser. He's white, about twenty years old, and somewhere around the six foot mark (maybe a bit under, but hard to say for all the slouching he does), and he looks like the kind of guy who revels in being an absolute steaming pile of shit to everyone around him. His straight brown hair is rarely brushed, rarely washed, and slightly too long, especially in the way it tends to hang in oily strings over his forehead. He's not ugly, and maybe if he shaved off that grungy stubble and smiled more (and not in that lips-pursed smirky cocky way that he usually substitutes for smiling), he'd look pretty good in a boyish kind of way. But he doesn't and isn't. So much for that idea. He's got nice blue eyes, at least.
+===Physical===
+Good at using what Gaia gave him -- fists, feet, teeth, claws, fangs, etc. A dirty fighter. Not the greatest but above average. Decently athletic and pretty darn sturdy; he's very experienced at taking a beating.
-He's usually dressed in torn jeans, scuffed boots, and wrinkled t-shirts, sometimes paired with a cheap black jacket or flannel overshirt or hoodie. His voice is deep, rough, and growly in a way that's actually pretty pleasant on the ears, and may be his best feature. (If only what usually comes out of his mouth wasn't shit.)
+===Social===
+Asshole, jerk, loudmouth, dirtbag, shithead, kind of has a compulsion to say whatever comes to mind, even if it'd get him punched. Especially if it'll get him punched. Likes stirring shit, likes attention, even negative attention.
-===Glabro===
+===Mental===
-Cross a sneery video store clerk with a 1950s greaser and add an unholy amount of caveman or goblin and that's basically this guy. He's six and a half feet of slouching muscular brute with pointed ears, a flattened nose, and a low forehead. Muddy yellow eyes stare out from underneath a heavy shelf of brow, and when his lips part, they reveal the tips of overlong canine teeth. His hair's too long, his body too hairy, and his scruffy short beard grows like kudzu over his face, wild and completely untameable. His big, meaty hands sport fingernails that look almost like claws, and his voice is a rough, growling baritone that's actually rather pleasant on the ears, if slightly alien in its timbre.
+No formal education at all. Knows what a Cliath would be expected to know about Garou stuff, though poorly integrated with Sept culture in general and Fianna culture specifically. Can read and write and pass for human, albeit scumbag human.
-He's usually dressed in torn jeans, scuffed boots, and wrinkled t-shirts, sometimes paired with a cheap black jacket or flannel overshirt or hoodie. If he cleaned up, he might be a presentable kind of caveman-wolfman-bugbear-monsterdude, but he's definitely not human even if he walks like one.
-===Crinos===
-This is a scruffy and rabid-looking werewolf, black-furred and unkempt, a full nine feet of trouble brewing. He's got a slouchy, defensive-aggressive manner about him -- ears usually laid back, tail low, lips stretched in a toothy, submissive 'grin' when he snarls. His muddy yellow eyes are watchful, his growl low-pitched and rough.
-His fur grows a little weird on his upper back; close examination would reveal scarring there, but the pelt's so thick in that spot that it's hard to see it from a distance.
-===Hispo===
-This feral, pony-sized monster of a wolf definitely looks like trouble. He's black-furred and scruffy, his pelt unkempt, hundreds of pounds of trouble standing four to five feet at the shoulder. He's got a slouchy, defensive-aggressive manner about him -- ears usually laid back, tail low, lips stretched in a toothy, submissive 'grin' when he snarls, the kind of beast that'll cringe under a hand and then, at the last moment, bite and bite hard. His muddy yellow eyes are watchful, his growl low-pitched and rough.
-His fur grows a little weird on his upper back; close examination would reveal scarring there, but the pelt's so thick in that spot that it's hard to see it from a distance.
-===Lupus===
-This scruffy-looking black wolf looks like trouble. He's average in size, and his pelt is unkempt. He's got a slouchy, defensive-aggressive manner about him -- ears usually laid back, tail low, lips stretched in a toothy submissive 'grin' when he snarls back, the kind of animal that'll cringe under a hand and then, at the last moment, bite and bite hard. His muddy yellow eyes are watchful, his growl low-pitched and rough.
-His fur grows a little weird on his upper back; close examination would reveal scarring there, but the pelt's so thick in that spot that it's hard to see it from a distance.
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