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Character's Mood Poem:
I watch with True Sight as the Dead Moon arises.
Making me feel fury,
Making me feel pain,
just as one feels a breeze,
I feel these.
Coating me,
Covering me,
Smothering me.
Is it something I've done?
It seems at times that I am the only one,
The only person who feels the stale winds,
The breeze of rage and anguish.
I see this place for what it is,
I see the dead husks of people walking,
I see the burned out building and the bloodstained sidewalks,
Crumbling humanity and rising chaos.
And it is at this time I know,
I know that I am a true seer,
That madness brings the truth,
That I am the sole witness of Apocalypse.
I am the servant of Wyrd,
I am the watcher of Ragnarok,
And I know I am the only one to bare this burden.

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Name: Beowulf Hagalaz
Nickname: Loki
Class/Rank: Malkavian/Vampire
Age: 468 Years
Apparent Age: 18 Years
Date of Birth: November 16th
Race: Half Fae and Half Elf, Turned Vampire
Height: 6'00"
Weight: 165 lbs
Sex: Male
Hair: Black, Blue, Red. A bit past shoulder length.
Eye: Violent Violet
Weapons:
Sword; Shattered Mirror: A claymore with a surface that resembles a broken mirror, in which someone can glimpse their true self if they look deeply enough.
Powers:
6/10 Auspex (Super Human Senses),
3/10 Dominate (Mind Control),
8/10 Dementation (Powers of Insanity),
6/10 Obfuscate (Super Human Deception),
5/10 Obtenebration (Control Over Darkness),
3/10 Presence (Super Natural Attraction)
4/10 Fortitude (Super Human... Fortitude...),
3/10 Potence (Superhuman Strength)
The ability to burn blood or energy to empower himself.
Weakness:
Needs to Drink Blood, Minds or Sanity, Sunlight, Stake Through Heart Causes Torpor, Fire, I'm Kinda Crazy (Or... Actually, Alot of Crazy...)
Personality:
Very intellegent and wise, his words betray the knowledge brought by opening your mind to insanity. Generally nice, calm hearted and iron willed.
Appearance:
His violet eyes show his insanity plain and true, but it is entrancing and fancinated rather then frightening. His face is slightly angular, with feminine yet masculine. His ears upswept and pointed. His wings are have no substance(So they can't be used for flying). He wears a thin chainmail armor shirt at all times. He wears leather, fingerless gloves. His shirt has a cross on the front and a broken mirror on the back. He wears black pants, and sometimes a kilt. He wears black, worn in leather boots. He wears a lightly armored trenchcoat when he is fairly sure that he will encounter conflict.
Bio:
Loki was abondoned as an infant and adopted by a human family. As he grew up and started devoloping certain powers his parents became scared and treated him progresively worse. Around mid teen years they kicked him out of the house, and the stories they told the village caused him to be completely exiled from the area he grew up. He traveled the lands, seeking work and living on the bare essensials. He was at a tavern seeking work when an odd man approached him. The man seemed wealthy so Loki went with him to the man's house. The man asked him some questions and seemed happy with the answers. After more then afew hours of deep conversation the man offered him the gift of True Sight. Loki was puzzled at the offer, and asked further, the man simply replied that with the sight came ageless progression and power beyound reason (Though the last bit he said with a giggle). Loki accepted the offer, curious of what exactly he had just agreed to. The next day he awoke with the taste of blood in his mouth and a sudden understanding, so deep that he couldn't remember all of it, for to make an image or thought of it would break his mind.
He learned all from his master that his master was able to teach, and then gifted Loki with the power of his Blood and Soul.
Having become his master and a force of power in the land, he continued his traveling and came to know the land like one would his home city. He learned from all he could, and grew in knowledge, power and skill as time went on. He played a part in alot of the chaos of kingdoms and empires, causing some to rise to glory and then participated in their failing. He enjoyed watching times change and thoughts and ideas grow into religion and philosophy. He watched inventions grow to brilliance and the land's corruption and destruction. During this time he picked up the art of the sword, mainly in order to parry others attacks, but soon became pretty skilled in the area and enjoyed the advantage his condition gave him over standard humans, and even other supernatural beings.
He has tried to find someone that is worthy of the True Sight, but has been unable to find a subject worthy of the gift. He has been seeking company that can challenge and support him, and vice-versa. And, he is thinking he finally found it.


(I might edit this later. Just PM me if you think I need to verify anything.)

Gaia Name:
Odd the Fool
Name:
Louis Crow
Age:
70 (Looks and physically is 20.)
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Shoulder length white hair, six foot three inches tall, muscular(more of the wiry side), paler skin tone, pointed and upswept ears, eyes the color of ice. Nordic lineage.
Personality:
Calm Hearted. But when people cared for or protecting are threatened he is quick to intimidation or violence. Deep thinker. Can often be caught staring into nothing.
Species/Race:
Werewolf
Weapon:
Teeth, Claws… what else would I need? Nothing I guess, but he carries a glaive anyways(Sword made of pure silver with a spirit bound inside it.).
Special Abilities:
I’m a werewolf… so, that type of stuff. Gifts,(I use White Wolf. I’m a Get of Fenris, Metis, Ahroun).
Bio:
Born into the werewolf society from an act that made him born into hatred and depression. Treated poorly and tested much it caused him to grow faster among his were brethren. But, he grew up with a deep seated anger that lashes out at those who piss him off (basically.). Keeping it inside most times, he would only let it all out in the heat of battle, annihilating most all foes who came at him. He left his tribe in favor of something more comfortable, and left his family’s dishonor and hatred behind him in hopes of finding a new family and an emotion that had never been returned to him from those he gave it too: Love.

Gifts:
Auspice Gifts:
Falling Touch: By touching some one I send them sprawling to the ground. If I touch a person or object that cannot fall down, they are pushed back a large number of feet (usually fifty, but the distance is relative to the objects weight and resistance.) This gifts requires as much time as it wound for someone to swing a sword/axe/etc. Basically the equivalent on an action.
Sense Silver: With a little focus he can sense the location of any silver in the area, depending on how well hidden it is (magically or otherwise).
Silver Claws: The ability to change his claws to silver. Causing me constant pain while they are out, making it more difficult to resist frenzy, and dealing more damage to those weak to silver. Also, the pain it causes makes it impossible to focus for more the a few seconds, making most complex tasks undoable.
Breed Gifts:
Primal Anger: Growing angry enough to cause damage to himself by the pure intensity of it, he adds to his fury's power (basic increased battle ability, with more of a chance of frenzy.)
Curse of Hatred: He verbalizes the hatred in his heart, disheartening opponents with the intensity of his emotion. (Requires the ability to talk, so, it cannot be used in full werewolf form.)
Eyes of the Cat: Allows him to see in the dark. While activated his eyes glow a lambent green.
Tribe Gifts:
Resist Pain: The ability to resist pain for a little while. After use, a little loss of willpower.
Halt the Coward's Flight: Significantly reduces an opponent's speed, but only if they are running away from him.(Therefore it has no effect on charges, or an opponent circling him.)
Might of Thor: His strength doubles for awhile.(It all depends on the circumstance.) After the duration ends, his strength is almost nil until he rests for at least an hour.

Forms:
Homid: Standard Homan
Glabro: Abit furrier, language about more gutteral. Weight increases by 100% (Muscle) and grows six inches taller. Teeth elongate slightly.
Crinos: Half-Man. Half-Wolf. The classic. Another increase in weight, this time by 200% (Again, muscle.) and a 50% growth in height. (I would, at this point weigh about 1,200 pounds and be alittle over nine and a half feet tall. Ouch.) At this point he can speak one word at a time, and even that takes effort. His head is now a wolf's maw. Teeth and claws are fully grown, along with a tall. He can choose to run on all fours or on just two. His hands can still be used to opperate simple things(screwdriver, bat, sword, etc.). Warform, not really used for much else, because it is too difficult to resist frenzy. Wounds caused by claws and teeth are more harmful then by natural teeth and claws.
Hispo: Basicly... a big a** wolf. It looks friggin' prehistoric. The head and jaw of the Hispo form are larger then that of the Crinos form. Five feet at the shoulder, weight is the same as Crinos. Warform, the same as Crinos. Wounds caused by Hispo also function the same.
Lupus: ... wolf. Plain and simple.