Gavan

Gavan ApRhys We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. -- Tennyson, Ulysses
Gavan Reese xxxxxMy name is Gavan ApRhys. At least, that's what my Silver Fang kin told me they were putting on that thing you two legs call a birth certificate. I don't remember much of my life on four legs before the Nation. There are bits and flashes of running among windswept hills among lush green grass hunting voles. I always hunted in the dark under moonlight when the rodents thought it was safe from wolves. Foolish morsels they. It turns out that I was born under No Moon while Luna herself slept. xxxxxI am not certain which to mourn most. That I do not remember my packmates or my mother or those welped with me in the den. Or that they are most likely dead and I will never have a chance for that memory. Ahh memory. Is it lunacy that gave me a thinking mind? That brought me from what man would call the stupor of an animal into the ability to change my shape and use tools? Whatever Her plan is for me, I am a Silver Fang. I was trained by our people within the bounds of our Seattle sept at the feet of Mt. Ranier. This is why the memory of windswept hills seems so odd to me. In region of the Pacific Northwest, there are trees everywhere. To find a single bare hill, is a feat in itself. It woulds seem that my life is one big question and Luna gave me a hunger for answers. I want to know the source of my dreams. But first, I must do my duty to my tribe and Gaia. xxxxxWhich brings me to Prospect, California. They used some of that paper nonsense to set me up with a business that suits my needs. I want answers and so being a Private Eye gives me an excuse to hunt for them. I even get 'paid' more nonsense for it. To think, people kill over ground up tree pulp. This truly is a world of darkness. RP Hooks Private Eye Have a problem and want someone nosy to give you the dirt? No problem! Silver Fang Yes, and one of THOSE Silver Fangs whose blood is pure as the legends. Don't expect grand war parties. That's not my gig. Welsh Yep, there's a definite hint of something quasi-Gaelic when he speaks English. Do you hate the English? The Welsh aren't precisely Gaelic but they aren't English either. He'll be happy to remove all vowels. Lupus Tired of two legs trying to tell you their way is better? Me, too. Lets take a walkabout. Ragabash - I call it like it is. Sure, I try to keep it light but sometimes humor isn't the right way to keep things moving. On the other hand, bullshit is bullshit and I'll call it every time. PS - If you need a scout, I'm your wolf. shift codes for people to borrow or use (yes, thank Klem for this link) Shift THE LITANY Shifter Events Stereo Types Everyone needs a soundtrack. I make these offerings for your conceptual enjoyment. Suo Gan, a Welsh lullaby Englishman In New York because Sting. Welshman in Prospect? Wild World by the inimitable Cat Stevens. I Can See Clearly Now by the uplifting Jimmy Cliff. Nobody can keep a good Ragabash down. Starry Starry Night by the contemplative Don McLean. The duty and the burden of the Ragabash. Never Gonna Give You Up by the rolling Rick Astley. You know I had to. Shoop by the one that likes them wild, Salt N Peppa. X Gonna Give It To Ya by DMX. Because Silver Fang gives no fucks if he hurts your feelings. Sometimes, they need to be hurt. Amnesia by Chumbawamba. Catchy tune. Not funny.		Garou Character Rank: Cliath (1) Auspice: Ragabash Tribe: Silver Fang Pure Breed: 5 Camp: In the woods House: Wyrmfoe Lodge: Lodge Of The Moon Rite Name: Starlight Eyes Pack: Seeking Height: 6'1" Weight: 170 lbs. Hair Color: Dirty Blonde Eye Color: Blue Linneage: xxxxxOne of the last Welsh wolves, Gavan is also the last of his fallen House. He comes by this through happenstance of his lupine birth for in ignorance his pack and his sires had no inkling of the betrayal of Aaron Everstone, King of Winter Snow. xxxxxStarlight Eyes is grandson to Rhys Doeth Ap Rhodri 'Biting Tongue'; Senescal to the last king of Winter Snow, slain by his own king for counseling against folly, Defiant To The Last. xxxxxStarlight Eyes is great great grandson to the warrior, Gruffydd Ffrwys Ap Owain 'Gleaming Claws', Slayer of the Cnewr Ghast xxxxxStarlight Eyes is sixth grandson to the priest, Rhodri Mawr ap Merfyn 'Bridge Keeper', Humbler of the troll Tywyllogof xxxxxStarlight Eyes is twelfth grandson to the legendary judge, Rhun Hir ap Cadwallon 'Standing Stone', Keeper of Llafni Contacts Rumors and Friends (feel free to comment or add yourself here) Dragovich of the many names. He's an Adren so I imagine he's earned a few of them. Still, our tribe puts a little too much stock on what those who've gone before have done. We'll see if he has a sense of humor. Princess Lowry of much wood pulp. She who shall not be taunted. She of the karmic imbalance. What in the name of Gaia? Don't ask questions. Blacktail the snarling woodland mystic. Too much wolf for me? Is that possible? Why is that possible? Curiouser and curiouser. Kohana seems a straight shooter. Can't argue a Wendigo when it comes to keeping things back to nature. Johanna - Caught a shooting star. Neat.
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