Ghost-Tongue

[b]~ Basics ~[/b]

 

[b]Name:[/b] Ghost-tongue

[b]Life:[/b] Hunter

[b]Death:[/b] War

[b]Regret:[/b] Vengeance and Destiny

[b]Nature:[/b] Fanatic

[b]Demeanor:[/b] Survivor

 

 

[b]~ Appearance ~[/b]

 

[b]Age:[/b] Now, his age is completely meaningless to his incorporeal form

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Height:[/b] 7' 10

[b]Weight:[/b] 451 ¾ lbs

[b]Eyes:[/b] yellow

[b]Fur Color:[/b] Black

[b]Fur Style:[/b] Winter coat

[b]Complexion:[/b] furry

[b]Build:[/b] lupine

[b]Scars:[/b] none visible due to his fur

[b]Distinguishing Features:[/b] Unique fur coloring.

 

 

[b]~ Attributes ~[/b]

 

Intelligence * *

Wits ***

Resolve * *

 

Strength *

Dexterity **

Stamina ***

 

Presence * *

Manipulation * ***

Composure * *

 

 

[b]~ Skills ~[/b]

 

Academics

Computer

Crafts

Investigation ***

Medicine

Occult **

Politics

Science

 

Athletics ***

Brawl ****

Drive

Firearms

Larceny

Stealth

Survival

Weaponry

 

Animal Ken

Empathy **

Expression

Intimidation ****

Persuasion ****

Socialize *

Streetwise

Subterfuge

 

 

[b]~ Aptitudes ~[/b]

 

[b]Arcanos[/b]

>Embody ***

>Keening **

[b]Merits:[/b]

> Haunt * (The hallway where Aunt Sarah died)

>Memoriam *** (Genesis certainly remembers him, So too does Xandra)

[b]Flaws:[/b]

> Vengeful

> Racist (humans)

>Territorial

 

 

[b]~ Possessions ~[/b]

 

[b]Weapons:[/b] At one time, they used to be his fangs and claws but now they became his works and intuition

[b]Armor:[/b] None

[b]Equipment:[/b] None

[b]Havens:[/b] Shadow realm

[b]Vehicles:[/b] None

 

 

[b]~ Self ~[/b]

 

[[b]Personality:[/b] Feral, Primal, and intense. He'll hunt his prey relentlessly, toy with them before killing them. However, there are times where he'll use his human intelligence to inflict lasting mental and emotional pain upon others.

[b]History:[/b] Growing up Grim-tooth didn't know his real parents or the fact that he was human. According to the wolves who found him in the mountains of Colorado, he was found amid a twisted abomination that was harder than stone but as red as fire. It had plummeted one summer off a human path (Road) and came to rest at the bottom of a gully. Cried of pain attracted the wolves who feasted upon the humans within the wreckage. However, upon ripping open the belly of the female the pack came upon a pup ready to be born. Some of the weakest pack members tried to make a quick meal out of the pup but the alpha and many of the others smelled wolf in the strange creature born of humans.

 

Taking him and raising the boy as their own, Grim-tooth's wolf blood granted him an instinctual understanding of the first tongue and the language of his cousin the timber wolf. Unlike most pups who grew up rapidly, many seasons passed until he was larger, slower but stronger then his pack member and some of the humans he had seen while he lived with the pack. Certainly, he could have challenged the alpha for control but something held him back. Many nights while his family and he howled up at the moon, something stirred within him. Years passed by once again until a new pack arrived.

 

A pack that struck a primordial fear within the wolves and Grim-tooth. They walked on two legs like humans but wore the fur and fangs of the wolf. That night, they took Grim-tooth away from his family. Speaking in First-tongue, they told him the truth about the world. That he was something more than human or wolf, they called him Pure. He didn't understand what they meant but his mind drank the knowledge they poured over him. Those that took him told him how humans rape and destroy the land, how there was a time that they were hunted and fed upon like cattle. They spoke of the time Father Wolf ran proud and fast over the world, the true ruler. Until he was destroyed by his own children. Rage burned through him like molten silver at the betrayal.

 

His newest family in order to make sure he was sincere and true to the ways of the Pure, they allowed him to undergo the rite of scouring. They bound him to a stake in the ground and began to harvest his flesh with a silver fillet knife. The pain was to remind him the pain felt by Father Wolf as he was murdered by his offspring. Each layer of skin was shaved from his body and forced down his throat. the pain of flesh and spirit, the crisis of life prompted his change to occur within the blistering heat of the sun. His flesh healed over only to be torn asunder as he became a Pure.

 

Not since the days before his purification has Grim-tooth assumed his human form. He denounces it and all human traits as being tainted and unnatural. Instead, he wonders the Pure lands in his wolf or war form. His almost supernatural size has granted him amazing strength and stamina but the time he lived with his lupine cousins taught him the importance of the pack, living for a singular goal, and intelligence. Once again, years pass and Grim-tooth has become a celebrated warrior, an urban hunter. When other Pure ask him how he can stand to live in a place tainted by the foul Long Pigs, Grim-tooth answers by shredding his own flesh to signify that he lives in the pain of betrayal and hunts down the infection plaguing their once Pure world.

 

Months after his arrival into the city of the long pigs and the Uratha, Grim-tooth met with his ultimate end at the hands of a blonde bitch. In his final moments, Grim was filled with a rage and hate never felt before. Using the last of his strength he ensured that she would forever think him around by causing his skin to heal over the wounds before fading away. However, the wounds were too deep to fix and he fell upon reaching the spiritual realm. He died there; full of hate and with an unquenched bloodlust.

 

So there, in the realm of spirits of nature and emotion, Grim-tooth’s seething rage refused to die. His soul burned for vengeance, to crush the bitch that killed him between his jaws. Drenched with blood and filled with passion, his soul refused to accept eternal slumber. Ignoring the chill of death, it took comfort from the blaze of hate within. Struggling against the pull of the void, spectral claws tore themselves free from the prison of flesh. Sinking into the ethereal ground of the Spirit Realm, the soul ripped itself from Grim-tooth.

 

Rising onto its new legs, the beast stared down upon its former form. The shell upon the ground now appeared horribly flawed when gazed upon by perfected eyes. Alone in this new realm, the freed soul smiled. His revival only strengthened his belief that Father Wolf was pleased with the way Grim-tooth lived and died, and this was his reward. A chance to punish his killer.

 

The Predator King did as he had always done, survived in an alien world. Preying upon the spirits weaker than him and fighting those stronger. This new beast, learned through trial and error the rules of his new flesh. He also learned that physical strength was pointless in this realm. Without a material body, strength of body meant nothing. However, he learned that strength of will and mind was more important. Focusing his hatred upon the world of the living, the soul realized that while it couldn’t pass fully into the living world, it’s words and image could. Grim-tooth had died at the hands of a human bitch…now, she will die from the words of Ghost-tongue

 

 

[b]Fetters:[/b]

“Bring the blonde bitch to her knees begging for death’s release after a long life filled with loss.” *****

Jazz Parlor **

“Purge the city of all Uratha scum” ***

[b]Passions:[/b] Vengeance against Genesis and the man with her *****

Causing suffering to Long Pigs *****

 

[b]~ Additional Information ~[/b]

 

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[b]Primal Urge:[/b]

 

[b]Size:[/b] 7

[b]Defense:[/b] 2

[b]Initiative:[/b] 2

[b]Speed:[/b] 6

 

 

Done