Wilde West Y'all!!
So I've decided to play the Uktena Cresent Moon guy... with a tenative backstory as follows:
"I grew up in my tribe knowing that we were dying. Our shamans tried desperately to vitalize us and keep us going, but the shamans were dying quicker than most others. That was why I was special. I had the gift, they said. I could be a shaman, and a great one. I was sent to Mourning-Bear to learn the ways as soon as I could walk. He said I was a quick study, and could be powerful, if only I would get my head out of the clouds. I liked my time with him, he was gentle and wise, yet powerful. He readiated control and was everything I hoped one day I could be, everything I hoped and saw that could keep our people alive, and maybe even bring them back to our anscestral lands! ... I know now how foolish those thoughts were, those lands are gone, invaded by Garou who do not understand or care for them, or desicrated by the Wyrm.
I had my First Change early, at only the age of fourteen. Mourning-Bear was with me... we were out looking for herbs and exploring the wilderness when what he called a Fomori-ikthya appeared. It took the shape of a white man with hollow eyes and a hollow voice. It had guns, and shot Mourning-Bear, but not fatally. It laughed at him, told him he was doomed, and that it would slowly remove his skin while it made me watch. It would make me like it... I don't remember much of what happened next, but the ... creature... was dead at my feet, a look of suprise on its inhuman face. Mourning-Bear didn't show signs of injury, but had a look of saddness in his eyes. He said he would probably not see me again in life after this cycle of moon, but that I had important buisiness to attend to. He told me I was of a different tribe, even though my mother was of his. He said I was Uktena, and I was a... werewolf. He said it made sense, my powers, and that I had to go, I had to live and learn with my people. The shamans of my tribe gathered for the last time that I would see them, and held council. They agreed with Mourning-Bear and all held great the same great sadness that Mourning-Bear had. One of them took me aside and said we were kin, in a sense, and he could send me to those who would help me, teach me, and train me. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do, but if this is the will of the Elders and the Shamans of my tribe, I shall go and learn. And when I have learned all there is to learn, when I have done all that need be done, I shall return to my people, and I shall rescue them. I will save them from the Weaver and from the Wyrm."
Uktena Crescent Moon. Haven't thought of a name yet, but that's what I'm stickin' with...
"I grew up in my tribe knowing that we were dying. Our shamans tried desperately to vitalize us and keep us going, but the shamans were dying quicker than most others. That was why I was special. I had the gift, they said. I could be a shaman, and a great one. I was sent to Mourning-Bear to learn the ways as soon as I could walk. He said I was a quick study, and could be powerful, if only I would get my head out of the clouds. I liked my time with him, he was gentle and wise, yet powerful. He readiated control and was everything I hoped one day I could be, everything I hoped and saw that could keep our people alive, and maybe even bring them back to our anscestral lands! ... I know now how foolish those thoughts were, those lands are gone, invaded by Garou who do not understand or care for them, or desicrated by the Wyrm.
I had my First Change early, at only the age of fourteen. Mourning-Bear was with me... we were out looking for herbs and exploring the wilderness when what he called a Fomori-ikthya appeared. It took the shape of a white man with hollow eyes and a hollow voice. It had guns, and shot Mourning-Bear, but not fatally. It laughed at him, told him he was doomed, and that it would slowly remove his skin while it made me watch. It would make me like it... I don't remember much of what happened next, but the ... creature... was dead at my feet, a look of suprise on its inhuman face. Mourning-Bear didn't show signs of injury, but had a look of saddness in his eyes. He said he would probably not see me again in life after this cycle of moon, but that I had important buisiness to attend to. He told me I was of a different tribe, even though my mother was of his. He said I was Uktena, and I was a... werewolf. He said it made sense, my powers, and that I had to go, I had to live and learn with my people. The shamans of my tribe gathered for the last time that I would see them, and held council. They agreed with Mourning-Bear and all held great the same great sadness that Mourning-Bear had. One of them took me aside and said we were kin, in a sense, and he could send me to those who would help me, teach me, and train me. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do, but if this is the will of the Elders and the Shamans of my tribe, I shall go and learn. And when I have learned all there is to learn, when I have done all that need be done, I shall return to my people, and I shall rescue them. I will save them from the Weaver and from the Wyrm."
Uktena Crescent Moon. Haven't thought of a name yet, but that's what I'm stickin' with...