Name:Rosalie Prescott Garou name:Works-3rd-Shift Tribe:Bone gnawer Breed:Homid Auspice:theurge


Physical : Strength ( 2) Dexterity (2) Stamina (3)

Social: Charisma (3) Manipulation (3) Appearance (2)

Mental: Perception (4) Intelligence (3) Wits (3)

Character: Nature-Reluctant Garou Demeanor-Caregiver Rank: 2


Talents:Alertness(2) Brawl(2) Diplomacy(3) Dodge(3) Empathy(3) Primal Urge(2) Streetwise(3) Subterfuge(3)

Skills:Melee(2) Firearms(2) Music(3) Security(2) Stealth(2)

Knowledge:Accounting(1) Area knowledge(3) Sabbat lore(2) Kithain Lore(1) Cosmology(2) Enigmas(3) Medicine(1) Occult(2) Rituals (4) Spirit lore(3) Spirit names(2)

Backgrounds: Allies,Contacts,Influence,Resources, Mentor, Past lives, Pure breed, Totem, Familiar spirit, Fetish, Rites, Kinfolk,

Willpower:7 Rage:4 Gnosis:6

Gifts:

Breed: Persuasion,Smell of man,Jam tech,Staredown,

Auspice: Mother's touch,Sense wyrm,Spirit speech,Command spirit,Name the spirit, Sight from beyond,

Tribe, Cooking,Blissfull ignorance,

Misc, Dreamspeak, Temporary lucidity*, Indifference*

Merits:Calm heart, Natural channel,Police ties,

Flaws:Low self image,Venus descending,Ward,Short,


Equipment: A satchel with Rite of the Shopping Cart on it. which contains rites gear, a journal, a 357 magnum, shoplifted munchies,and an electronic keyboard

Other Notes:Rites: Cleansing,Contrition,Moot rite,Rite of binding,Questing stone,Talisman dedication, Spirit awakening,Summoning, Fetish, Totem, Ostracism,Eight-ball,Rite of accomplishment,Rite of the shopping cart,

Appearance:Dishwater blond with deepening tension lines on her face, rarely smiles,starting to gray already, . her skin is also an unhealthy pallor usually reserved for morticians and computer programmers. This beat down exterior disappears completely when she's not in homid form.

Clothing Tendencies:Jeans/t-shirt. Doesn't own anything nice.Often garbed in an ugly olive green Gas-n-go smock.

Known to:The local spirit community and certain local kindred(who may owe her or despise her as they will.) May know the Riding Club

Ongoing Projects: Rosalie hates Garou life and will only attend Moots under duress from her packmates,Fighting the Wyrm wherever it breeds also scares her shitless, so her most valueable role is that of a clearinghouse for information for her pack and certain carefully screened kindred. the rest of her time is usually taken with caring for her child and exploring her spiritual abilities (which in her opinion are the only really good thing about being Garou.) She also writes music in her spare time. 

Circle and Influence:Precious little among her own sept. more among creatures of the night who consider her an intelligence asset.

House:A tiny apartment with just enough room for her and her boy.

Mentor:none at present

Story:

Rosalie was pregnant by 15, a Garou by 16 and now is working on getting her ass thrown out of the sept. Rosalie has a 7 yr old boy named dexter and in order to make ends meet she works at the Gas-n-Go. She has slowly,painstakingly accumulated some savings which she refuses to share with other Gnawers,even her own pack.(dexter's college fund) and she dreams of a better life away from all this Garou/litany/apocalypse crap. The only lights in her life are her packmates(who have each contributed to raising dexter.) her music, her spirit friends, and her ability with the spirits. She has become something of a mother figure/clearinghouse for her pack and it is a role that she takes seriously.

She has developed a few gifts and hopes to be able to add Speed of Thought to the list so as to be able to extend her range of influence.(leaving the store is really difficult for more than 10 minutes at a time.) Another thing that she finds amusing is getting robbed.(heh.) Her spiritual influence is limited to some urban spirits(concrete elementals,and a glade child or two.) Allthough she has begun to suspect that Gas n' Go is some sort of Pentex subsidiary as she has to regularly cleanse the taint from her shop. She has a very close and friendly relationship with the Video camera spirit which enables her to get away with murder (both literally and figuratively.)

Rosalie also has a problem in the lovelife department (Venus Descending) that usually manifests as an unfailing ability to pick Mr Wrong. Which usually lasts until the jerkoff hits her and she wolfs out on his punk ass. She is completely oblivious to the fact that Sings-with-Rails is completely in love with her.


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