Gavan

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Gavan ApRhys

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
-- Tennyson, Ulysses


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Gavan Reese

xxxxxMy name is Gavan ApRhys. At least, that's what my Silver Fang kin told me they were putting on that thing you two legs call a birth certificate. I don't remember much of my life on four legs before the Nation. There are bits and flashes of running among windswept hills among lush green grass hunting voles. I always hunted in the dark under moonlight when the rodents thought it was safe from wolves. Foolish morsels they. It turns out that I was born under No Moon while Luna herself slept.
xxxxxI am not certain which to mourn most. That I do not remember my packmates or my mother or those welped with me in the den. Or that they are most likely dead and I will never have a chance for that memory. Ahh memory. Is it lunacy that gave me a thinking mind? That brought me from what man would call the stupor of an animal into the ability to change my shape and use tools? Whatever Her plan is for me, I am a Silver Fang. I was trained by our people within the bounds of our Seattle sept at the feet of Mt. Ranier. This is why the memory of windswept hills seems so odd to me. In region of the Pacific Northwest, there are trees everywhere. To find a single bare hill, is a feat in itself. It woulds seem that my life is one big question and Luna gave me a hunger for answers. I want to know the source of my dreams. But first, I must do my duty to my tribe and Gaia.
xxxxxWhich brings me to Prospect, California. They used some of that paper nonsense to set me up with a business that suits my needs. I want answers and so being a Private Eye gives me an excuse to hunt for them. I even get 'paid' more nonsense for it. To think, people kill over ground up tree pulp. This truly is a world of darkness.

RP Hooks


  • Private Eye Have a problem and want someone nosy to give you the dirt? No problem!
  • Silver Fang Yes, and one of THOSE Silver Fangs whose blood is pure as the legends. Don't expect grand war parties. That's not my gig.
  • Welsh Yep, there's a definite hint of something quasi-Gaelic when he speaks English. Do you hate the English? The Welsh aren't precisely Gaelic but they aren't English either. He'll be happy to remove all vowels.
  • Lupus Tired of two legs trying to tell you their way is better? Me, too. Lets take a walkabout.
  • shift codes for people to borrow or use (yes, thank Klem for this link) Shift



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Rank: Cliath (1)
Auspice: Ragabash
Tribe: Silver Fang
Pure Breed: 5
Camp: In the woods
House: Wyrmfoe
Lodge: Lodge Of The Moon
Rite Name: Starlight Eyes
Pack: Seeking

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Blue



Snapshots:
Currently this PC isn't talking much about where they're from. Why? All they know is they're supposedly from this place called Wales and that most of their wolf kin are dead. Now if you're Welsh and a Silver Fang, that makes you family. If you're Welsh and not a Silver Fang, that makes you one of the bastards that hunted down the last of the Welsh wolves. You do the math.
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Rumors and Friends (feel free to comment or add yourself here)

Dragovich of the many names. He's an Adren so I imagine he's earned a few of them. Still, our tribe puts a little too much stock on what those who've gone before have done. We'll see if he has a sense of humor.

Princess Lowry of much wood pulp. She who shall not be taunted. She of the karmic imbalance. What in the name of Gaia? Don't ask questions.

Blacktail the snarling woodland mystic. Too much wolf for me? Is that possible? Why is that possible? Curiouser and curiouser.

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