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In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
Fernando Pessoa
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club


xxxxxAt just over six feet tall, Kurt presents well with his straight posture and comely smile. The stylish sweep of his chestnut brown hair starts at the top of his skull, the rest kept closely shorn to his head. He is broad of shoulder and narrow in the waist, one of those unfortunately fit people who require tailor made clothing. His features are regally feral and charmingly rugged, with a slightly pronounced brow ridge, high cheek bones and a wide, squared jawline hidden beneath a perfectly kempt beard. Steely eyes of pale brown watch the world with attentive curiosity, always looking for the next angle or opening. A tattooed neck leads to well defined shoulders and arms. Proportionate.

xxxxxKurt favors comfort and style when he dresses and today is no expection, a bespoke suit of blue with a subtle silvered pattern highlights all the right angles of his frame. The button up shirt beneath is solid white, the tie navy, tacked with a solid black opal in the middle. Replete with pocket square matching the tie, the man looks prepared to take over anyone's company for the right price.



  • Lawyer: One of those slick fuckers with a smooth tone and an even keel. Every one makes jokes about killing them until they need one.
  • Texas: Kurt grew up in the Lone Star State and in fact changed there.
  • Preacher: Like his father before him, Kurt preached the Good Word at Revival Tents for a few years before disappearing off the map.
  • Devilish Voice: His tongue is golden, his smile is black velvet, but his voice can make people do things.
  • Tattoos: All of them, from his neck to his hands and ankles. He is always looking for more.


  • Garou: A shifter, though he turned his back on Gaia.
  • Metis: Funny how the Righteous always end up being the biggest Sinners. Born of two pure bred wolves.
  • Philodox: He was witnessed under the half moon, shown that justice is blind, now he fills his roll as Judge and jury.
  • Black Spiral Dancer: He has danced down the spiral, accepted Mahsstrac.
  • Rituals: One of the key points of Kurt's value is his eagerness to learn, he is currently seeking to broaden his knowledge of Spirits, Rites and the like.
  • Pure Breed: A direct descendant of the woad wearing Picts, he does his ancestors proud.

A Ragtag Band

  • Eris - Always the strangest puzzle. The favored enigma. Crafty Little Sister will always get what she wants in the end. The cream of the hoard, the Treasure.
  • Russ - The Devil's cruelty given physical form. Older brother figure which means he's who to watch and who has to watch out. Source of tension and awkward bro-ments. Alpha.
  • Hamish - Strangely endearing without meaning to be, clearly a survival mechanism at work. More cunning than anyone gives him credit for. Partner in Dirty Deeds.
  • Thomas - Paranoia's avatar in the flesh with feathers. Jumpy and appropriately afraid, but looks after Hamish, so he's our murder chicken.


  • Marcus - Kinfolk, and intelligent, also few morals. Someone with whom to plot and keep in line.
  • Selena - Something else, not Garou, but entirely useful. Eager and practiced, she is both conduit and instrument for the schemer.
  • Harikumo - The depths are dark and murky, no one has stirred them for far too long. Time to see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
  • Carver - More cunning Kinfolk to manage and maintain. Not to be underrated or estimated, cunning and power are his.
  • Kiyara - Pretty bat who cheats and beats people at their own games. Caution and respect given in equal measures. Stitching is fun.
  • Azoth - Baby Theurge needs to remember his place sometimes. All that wisdom hasn't made him any smarter. Time will tell if he adjusts.


  • Wormwood - Must you pretend to walk around on two legs? We all know you belong on all four.

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Full Name: Kurt Theodore Amsel
Date of Birth: July 4th, 1980
Apparent Age: Early thirties
Occupation: Document Lawyer
Race: Garou
Auspice: Philodox
Breed: Metis
Rank: Adren
Pack: Novis Noctis Exortu
Totem: Bat
Urge: Mahhstrac
Demeanor: Autocrat
Nature: Monster
Relevant Statsxxxxx 


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Of Note

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Ability Aptitude: Empathy
Acute Hearing
Enchanting Voice
Soothing Voice


Rite of Binding
Rite of Cleansing
Rite of the Questing Stone


God's Away on Business - Tom Waits

I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby
For a buck, for a buck
If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch
You're out of luck, you're out of luck
The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking
There's a leak, there's a leak, in the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God's away, God's away
God's away on Business, Business.

Schism - Tool

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

The Remedy - Puscifer

Yes, we’re being condescending
Yes, that means were talking down to you
With all that racket from your lips a-flapping
We assumed you didn't notice
Haters, isolators, no one misses these
Bitches receive stitches
Trolls receive 86’s
You speak like someone who has never been
Smacked in the fucking mouth
That’s OK, we have the remedy
You speak like someone who has never been
Knocked the fuck on out
But we have your remedy