Kurt

In order to understand, I destroyed myself. –Fernando Pessoa It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. – Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club  xxxxxDescription xxxxxAt damn near seven feet tall, Kurt presents well with his straight posture and comely smile. The stylish sweep of his raven black hair starts at the top of his skull, the rest kept closely shorn to his head; a streak of grey starts from his temple and sweeps back before disappearing into the black. He is broad of shoulder and narrow in the waist, one of those unfortunately fit people who require tailor made clothing. His features are regally feral and charmingly rugged, with a slightly pronounced brow ridge, high cheek bones and a wide, squared jawline hidden beneath a perfectly kept beard. Steely eyes of pale brown watch the world with attentive curiosity, always looking for the next angle or opening. A tattooed neck leads to well defined shoulders and arms. Proportionate.  xxxxxHooks General Lawyer: One of those slick fuckers with a smooth tone and an even keel. Every one makes jokes about killing them until they need one. Texas: Kurt grew up in the Lone Star State and in fact changed there. Preacher: Like his father before him, Kurt preached the Good Word at Revival Tents for a few years before disappearing off the map. Devilish Voice: His tongue is golden, his smile is black velvet, but his voice can make people do things. Tattoos: All of them, from his neck to his hands and ankles. He is always looking for more. Garou Garou: A shifter, though he turned his back on Gaia. Metis: Funny how the Righteous always end up being the biggest Sinners. Born of two pure bred wolves. Philodox: He was witnessed under the half moon, shown that justice is blind, now he fills his roll as Judge and jury. Black Spiral Dancer: He has danced down the spiral, accepted Mahsstrac into his heart. Elder: Now a head of the Hive, he finds himself busy with the day to day of keeping upstarts busy, learning, and growing strong. Pure Breed: A direct descendant of the woad wearing Picts, he does his ancestors proud.  xxxxxContacts Mine (Also known as Pack or Team Kurt) Emily - Being haunted is a strange sensation - at least it's by a spirit I know. She still cheats at the game, but at least she's on my side. Goldie - Brought home by another, but shown Father's light by my hand. Her spirit remains adaptable, her soul belongs to Father, the rest is mine. Ivy - Just when I thought Father's grace had abandoned me. The Light of Malfeas now shines through her to light the way to The End. My Songbird. Sheridan - My Ahroun of many talents and she knows how to use her strength and her mind, now a sister in Lord Dragon. The next generation. Family Eris - Queen of Mercury, made of quicksilver and entropy. The one and only Little Sister, the one who stayed. After all this time? Always. Hamish - Little Brother, former Alpha, still best friend. Consumer, and Devourer now and doing well enough to be proud of. Gone but not forgotten. Russ - The Devil's cruelty given physical form. The truth hurts, pain is [love]. Master of Rites. Thomas - Paranoia's avatar in the flesh with feathers. Jumpy and appropriately afraid, but looked after Hamish, so he's my murder chicken. The Flock Azoth - Keeper of the Land now. Not so long ago there was only sulking, new and improved Azzy is new and improved. Bobbert - Eris' only trustworthy Kinfolk apparently. Supporting reasonable goals is so much easier. Carver - More cunning Kinfolk to manage and maintain. Not to be underrated or estimated, cunning and power are his. Jackson - Convert. Cliath. Close to getting it. It's funny watching history repeat itself. There's still hope for the new generation. Petitioner of Dragon. Kadar - A brother in the covenant of Dragon. Or at least he accepts me as a distant cousin and not one to be eaten. Small favors. Kameshi - Infernally beautiful, and just as silver tongued as one might expect. Already so very useful for so many things. Pax - Ambitiousness has turned coal to diamond. What was once a thorn in side has become a worthwhile ally and friend. Raquel - Helped her find herself once upon a time, now she's the shiniest of mules and a hell of a wrecking ball. Selena - Something else entirely. Her dark song was a strong influence, and now she is stronger than ever. Though we are apart, we grow together. The Company Barksdale - Big bark, now a matching bite. Better follower than a leader, but loyal, has shown understanding, and now earned respect. Hazard - The biggest, dumbest, coolest pile of muscle to ever figure out how to walk. Ivanov - The good doctor has a bad prescription and is a little too into her work at times. Poppet - Magic powers, tight body, and no shame. What more could one ask for from an enchantress? Mewt - The best doggo First Teams could ever ask for. Hidden secrets incites curiosity but little else. Trent Bellamy - Good wolf, good mad scientist. His creations are something to marvel at and his dedication to Father is unmatched. Vesper - The good doctor's latest concoction. Still figuring each other out is a best gest.  xxxxxGallery NSFW Gallery

Basicsxxxxx  Full Name: Kurt Theodore Amsel Date of Birth: July 4th, 1997 Apparent Age: Late thirties Occupation: Director Race: Garou Auspice: Philodox Breed: Metis Rank: Elder Pack: False Idols Totem: Lord Dragon Urge: Mahhstrac Demeanor: Autocrat Nature: Monster Relevant Statsxxxxx  Renown Infamy Cunning Power Of Note Rituals Empathy Brawl Intimidation Strength Dexterity Stamina Charisma Perception Manipulation Merits Ability Aptitude: Empathy Acute Hearing Danger Sense Enchanting Voice Soothing Voice Confidence Ritesxxxxx  Rite of Binding Rite of Cleansing Rite of Desecration Rite of the Fetish Rite of the Questing Stone Soundtrackxxxxx  God's Away on Business - Tom Waits I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby For a buck, for a buck If you're looking for someone to pull you out of that ditch You're out of luck, you're out of luck The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking There's a leak, there's a leak, in the boiler room The poor, the lame, the blind Who are the ones that we kept in charge? Killers, thieves, and lawyers God's away, God's away God's away on Business, Business. Schism - Tool I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication. The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it. Finding beauty in the dissonance. The Remedy - Puscifer Yes, we’re being condescending Yes, that means were talking down to you With all that racket from your lips a-flapping We assumed you didn't notice Haters, isolators, no one misses these Bitches receive stitches Trolls receive 86’s You speak like someone who has never been Smacked in the fucking mouth That’s OK, we have the remedy You speak like someone who has never been Knocked the fuck on out But we have your remedy