Thomas
| Full Name: | Thomas Schiff |
| Ritename: | Manic-Panic! |
| A.K.A.: | Dwight, Rachel |
| Race: | Corax |
| Faction: | Wyrm |
| Camp: | Buzzards |
| Breed: | Homid |
| Rank: | Corvus (5) |
| Pack: | Group Therapy |
| Pack Position: | Beta |
| Age: | 35 |
| Demeanor: | Deviant |
| Nature: | Follower |
| Urge Wyrm: | Sykora |
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| Crack Driver | |
| Accute Vision | |
| Ability Aptitude | Awareness |
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| Bird's Eye | |
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| Phobia | Scarecrows |
| Addiction | Cigarettes |
| Mental Patient | Escaped from a high-security mental hospital. |
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| Magical Items | |
| Jar of (l)Eyes | |
| Sleeping Charm | |
| Torc of Deflection | |
| Fang Pistol | |
| Gifts and Rites | |
| Rank 1 Gifts Create Element, Enemy Ways, Eye of the Falcon, Eye of the Raptor, Mindspeak, Morse, Open Seal, Resist Toxin, Scent of the True Form, Spirit Speech, Stolen Moments, Targeted Heave, Voice of the Mimic | |
| Rank 2 Gifts Garafena's Crown, Sky's Shadow, Spirit of the Fray, Taking the Forgotten | |
| Rank 3 Gifts Eyes of the Eagle, Flight of the Swift, Friend in Need, Mynah's Touch | |
| Rites Rite of Binding, Rite of Contrition, Rite of Desecration, Rite of Silence, Rite of Summoning, Rite of Talisman Dedication, Rite of the Questing Stone, Rite of the Spirit Brew | |
Looking for a gift from one of the Gaian Garou tribes? He has access to all Gifts up to Rank 4, and is willing to teach.
Camp/house/lodge gifts aren't available, but nearly everything else is game.
Can also let you use any Garou or Fera Gift he has access to as an XP-free oneshot, if you have the rank for it.
Press-ganged before I could talk. But the company's nice.
I -hate them-! Bunch of jackbooted fucks! Everything's as bad as it is because of their New World Order. Go ahead and laugh at the paranoid schizo raving about the Illuminati, but I know what happened to me!
Hey, if Helios hates you more than he does me, that makes you all right in my book! And that Kiss of yours...I, uh, I really miss that.
How do the other changers stand it? Having a bunch of alien things in another dimension watching you, all the time, 24/7. Keeping you in line by deducting merit points when they don't like what you do. Having promotion or punishment depend on their constant surveillance.
Did I say things were bad because of the NWO? No, it's these people. If Little Brother's too stupid to know he's bigger than Big Brother, he deserves everything that happens to him!- Cars: He's an occasional getaway guy, when his gang can't just magic their way out of a situation. Also works as a courier, delivering packages when he can function enough to show up to work.
- Scars: Has a bullet wound in his leg, faint scars on his wrist, healed whip wounds on his back, and one side of his face has been cut into a crooked half a Glasgow Grin.
- Clothes: Mad about clothes. After being forced to dress blandly as a kid, and then forced to wear an orange uniform every day in the asylum, he really likes playing dress up. Designs clothes, too, though he doesn't always follow through with sewing them. Will also steal clothes from people he likes, and corpses he may or may not have liked.
- Carrion Crows: A Buzzard. Like a Skindancer, he was previously just a kinfolk whose birthright was stolen from another shifter via ritual. Unlike a Skindancer, the ritual was performed on him when he was just a baby, and he had no say in the matter. Never meant to be a Corax, and never having had time to adjust to a proper First Change, the two parts of his soul war with each other. And the result is an awkward, giggling mess of tics and twitches.
- Also, I am a Clown: He juggles chainsaws, rides a unicycle, and throws knives. Also wears too much stolen makeup, sometimes looking a little like a Pierrot, and is prone to overindulge.
Fell -- Klaus' brother. A headshrinker. I still got a migraine from that orbitoclast you stabbed into my eye socket. But you could be kind, too. And when you were, it always seemed like you were the only source of kindness in the world.
Hamish -- Another damned headshrinker. My psychiatrist. Would probably get along with Fell, but I don't want to think about that much. And no, I do -not- want to see your fucking mask! But, uh, I do wanna be your number one guy...We've got a lot of history, and I work for him now.
Carver -- A weirdo I used to live with. Part teen Mansonite, part Stepford wife. He's working for the Technocracy, but no one will believe me about it.
Russ -- Gods, those eyes of his! Beautiful. Also a Theurge that knows his stuff. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? This guy says he does. At least where spirits are concerned. Challenged for the Hive's Master of the Rite and won.
Lincoln & Carys -- A pair of local Sabbat that Doc used to have dealings with. Ran or run a tattoo parlor catering to non-mortal clientele with Patrick.
Kurt -- Another pretty-eyes. A pyromaniac that smokes more than I do, and maybe thinks I'm pretty. Or maybe he's just laughing at me.
Azoth -- Yeah, we got some similarities. A bird that was rescued by a bat, and a bat(ratwolfbear) that was rescued by a bird. It's a real c-c-coin toss with you, one that could go either way, and your game's not even rigged!
Patrick Harrison -- He has a head on his shoulders. More dangerous than his business partner and Carys, I think. And if he's not exaggerating about that fleshwarping stuff-- ugh!
Pax -- One of those wolfy kin with magic, mainly focusing on enchanted items. He's useful and damnedly gregarious, thinking he's got everything under control. But does he? Looks pretty in a dress, anyway.
Raquel -- So, uh, you'll let me come back to company HQ, right? Right?
Brigette -- Met under strange circumstances. Have a surprising amount of rapport, but if she's an Enticer, maybe that's just the nature of the beast. What does she want with me? I like her pretty words.
Ramona Altenbach & Izayah -- Sometimes the one that kills you last is the one that makes you suffer the most.
