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Character Information

Rathound
Loup Garou Frankenstein
Wasteland Werewolf
Slightly Radioactive
Discord	@discogoblin#9660
Reddit	[1]
Metatype	Human
Street Cred	0
Notoriety	1
Public Awareness	0
CDP	0
D.O.B.	5/13/2028
Age	57
Folder	[2]
Priority	Metatype - D ; Attributes - A ; Magic/Resonance - D ; Skills - C ; Resources - C
#Max IGs/Ascension	0
# Optional Infected powers allowed	0
Essence(Current/Max):	3/9
# Optional Drake powers available	Major Powers:0 or Minor Powers:0

Summary

The escaped lab rat of a toxic mage hailing from the SOX; a once-proud werewolf who now feeds on roadkill, purely concerned with surviving the night. He's unstable, aggressive, and visibly monstrous, yet shows a surprising amount of care for the creatures who live in the shadow of the sprawl. There among the weeds and the flea-bitten cats, he seeks inner peace the only way he knows how: brutal, unending violence against the people responsible for killing the earth.

Goals

- Heal his mutilated body and soul (restore his essence and increase his magic)

- Get revenge on his former captor, and any other toxics he meets along the way.

- Get back into to the spirits' good graces and earn the boon of a powerful mentor

Background

[Currently editing in a separate doc]

Narrative Significant Qualities

Positive

Infected, Loup Garou: The details of Rathound's mortal life are as blurry as they are unimportant: a boring mortal whelp in a boring mortal town, stuck in the undignified grind of rural poverty. Becoming loup garou was the greatest joy that he had ever known, which made it all the more painful when he was twisted beyond recognition.

Tough as a Radroach (Tough as nails [physical], radiation sponge, dual natured defender): When you've already come back from the worst, little things like gunshots don't seem all that bad.

Negative

Pressure Cooker (Superhuman psychosis, PSC combat monster): Regular people find Rathound unsettling, and it's not just because of the looks. His bone-deep sense of superiority, habitual use of combat stims, and borderline cyberpsychosis all make for a violent emotional cocktail. Adding a loup garou's rage on top of that turns him into a true berserker, ready to throw down over the slightest provocation.

Off the Grid (Paranoia, uneducated, disheveled): Garou don't exactly do networking events, but even among his own kind Rathound stands out as a crazy loner. The man is practically feral, spending most of his time in wolf form. Up until recently he didn't know that the matrix had crashed a second time. He only interacts with human society when he absolutely needs to, because any one of them could be a hunter or an agent of his captor in disguise.

Run History

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Affiliations

Contacts

Contact	Connection	Loyalty	Archetype	Profession	Aspects	Chips
Clay "Claymore" Nelson	1	1	Fixer	Disposable & Deniable Assets Manager	Disposable Assets, Deniable Assets, Low Expectations, Hero(?) of a Thousand Faces, I Found This On a Dead Runner, Bad Apples	Even
Cendra	1	3	Gear	Free Spirit	Treasures of the Magma, Surprisingly Animal-Friendly	Even

Organizations

Allies

Clay "Claymore" Nelson: A small, petty man, too scrawny to eat, but useful for his connections. Rathound believes he's taking advantage of the sleazy mortal fixer, but in all likelihood it's the other way around. Some people never learn.

Cendra: It pays to have the spirits on your side, for they are notorious gossips. Rathound squats in the volcanic wastes that Cendra claims as her domain, and honors the spirit with periodic offerings of charcoal, trinkets, and questionably-sourced meat.

Enemies

Huxley: Rathound's former captor, a mad toxic mage with coterie of spirits at his beck and call. He makes his home deep in the SOX, where no sane person dares to tread, performing gruesome experiments from a decommissioned nuclear reactor. His goal is to forcibly evolve humanity to thrive in a polluted, post-apocalyptic world. Rathound is only one little piece of the glorious new ecosystem he imagines.

In Character Information

Symbols and Signatures

Matrix Search Table

Threshold	Result
1	Some rambling article from CryptidWatch about the "Mt. Rainier Mutant". Apparently he can fly and shoot radioactive laser beams from his hands.
3	Okay, maybe this is actually something. Scattered reports from around Hell's Kitchen tell of an unnaturally large white wolf, which prowls the streets after gang fights to drag the bodies away. Some more questionable sources also claim to have seen the beast take other forms, though they haven't attracted attention from any serious hunter groups.
6	One news article really sticks out, from Puyallup city about a month ago: a waste management company known for illegal dumping had their office trashed by an unknown assailant. One of the surviving employees made a rambling MeFeed conspiracy post, going on about about a monster attack before deleting his account two days later.

Shadow Community Table

Threshold	Result
1	The latest Puyallup urban legend, a ghost that comes in the night to defile the bodies of the dead. Can be warded off with sage, fire, or glowsticks, depending on who you ask.
3	Most urban legends have a grain of truth in them, and this weirdo is probably it. Lower profile than one might expect for a garou, he prefers scavenging to real feeding frenzies. Not affiliated with Fear the Dark or any other infected groups.
6	He sports a strange piece of cyberware with runes scratched up and down the spine. A loner, even among his own kind, he's rumored to have fled from somewhere in Europe. He's also the latest prospect of the worst fixer in town, Clay "Claymore" Nelson.

Assensing Table

Threshold	Result
1	Awakened, infected, and in poor health both physically and mentally. His acid-green aura looks like a liquid just about to boil.
2	Holes in the essence around the spine look like they've been chewed out by bugs. Whoever installed this cyberware did so without regard for comfort
3	Strain 2 infected, with a healthy dose of radiation poisoning on top of that. Not actually toxic, notably, just ravaged by long-term exposure.
4	His bioware almost seems alive, growing like a parasite inside his body. The strongest concentrations are in the heart and brain. Essence 3, magic 3.
5	His genes are edited in the way that a dissonant technomancer edits a host: done for a reason only they understand, incoherent to outside observers. The changes offer no apparent benefit, only a bunch of additional health problems.

SINs

Jacques Martin (R4 Fake): A UCAS citizenship with a motorcycle license, courtesy of Clay to 'celebrate a new partnership'. This fake SIN has seen at least a dozen former (deceased) owners

Appearance

A deceptively lean amalgamation of scars, corded muscle, and patchy grey fur. His hands sport claws the length of daggers, and his mouth is a yellowed hacksaw of teeth. His watery eyes have translucent membranes which blink independently of his eyelids. Running down his spine is a brutal apparatus designed to administer combat stims, covered in knife-etched runes that glow with a sickly green light while transforming. The wolf form is just as unnerving as the human: a skeletal, mangy, rabid-looking mutt. The auto-injector takes the form of a biodrone controller on the nape of his neck.

Clothing

Rathound wears a tailored gas mask to hide some of his more monstrous features, paired with a black armored jacket, biker jeans, and brown leather ankle boots. He also rocks a gun-metal grey watch with an inbuilt geiger counter.

Matrix Persona

Character Plot Hooks

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Aspect	Information	Related Run(s)
Aspect 1	Food Motivated	Grand ambitions are all well and good, but Rathound's gotta look out for number one. He will do some insane shit for the promise of a free meal.
Aspect 2	Paranoid	The hunters, the mages, the corps, they're all after him. Rathound's constantly on the move from threats both real and imagined. If he feels the net closing in, he may start to panic and do something stupid.
Aspect 3	Urban Ranger	Rathound's got an affinity for the downtrodden wretches of the sprawl, and will fiercely protect these creatures from people who'd sicken their habitats further. This is done through- you guessed it- violence. Litterers are jumped on sight.
Aspect 4	Infected Solidarity	Though not exactly personable towards his kin, but he does feel a certain obligation to help them out when they're in need. Bonus points if they're the type who can't blend into polite society.
Aspect 5	Cocky Bastard	One could say Rathound's got the charisma of a rock, but that would imply knowing when to keep his mouth shut. The garou will never back down from a direct challenge, no matter how risky or inconvenient.

Media Mentions

ShadowGrid Profile Comments

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 ==Background==
-Bang. A door swings violently open, dented by the impact of a steel-toed boot. Rathound steps into a boarded up gas station, cast in shades of monochrome by the ash storm raging outside. Mt. Rainier’s fury whips against the walls with the sound of a million chittering bugs, while the building’s former tenant- a half-mummified squatter- sleeps soundly on a putrid mattress, surrounded by empty inhalers. Once, the Loup Garou made his home in the beautiful old growth forests of France. Now, he’s grateful to have a soft bed as he kicks the desiccated body aside.
+[Currently editing in a separate doc]
-That night Rathound dreams of carefree hunts in the halcyon days of his youth. It is him and his pack against humanity, the last true defenders of the earth; arrogant and cruel in equal measure as they cut through legions of the mortal sheep. The other infected- cowards that they are- bitch and moan about the old order, but Rathound is reveling in newfound godhood and knows that he is the future. Then the boot comes down, decisive. Teams of mortal hunters set the forest ablaze, driving the loup garou into a minefield and gunning them down as they try to escape. Some stay and fight, to be hacked apart by soldiers with wolfsbane coated swords. Those who flee east don't fare much better, dying like flies on their way into exile. Soon Rathound finds himself trudging- alone- through the blighted wastes of the SOX. It is there amidst the ruin of promised futures that he sees a human kneeling in the mud, tear tracks streaking through the grime on his face.
-What’s with the tears, Rathound asks. The man hardly seems to notice him, instead speaking into the air as if he's conversing with the wasteland itself. It’s because we're stuck between worlds, you and I, no longer able to live in the old and yet tragically unprepared for the new. I want us to finally break from those shackles which bind us to the will of the gods. He finally looks at the Loup Garou. Do you understand? Rathound nods, and he thinks: this old fool's cracked. He also thinks he has nothing to lose, so he offers to guide the human to his home while planning to kill him and take all his stuff. For the second time now he underestimates mortals, and for the second time he walks into a trap. The man- a powerful toxic mage- imprisons the garou in a long-dead reactor. They tell him that he will be gifted a body that suits the future he's brought on himself. Irradiated spirits dance in the rafters as white hot metal begins to split flesh. Years of maddening imprisonment fly by before Rathound awakes with a start.
-He comes to atop the clawed-apart ruins of the mattress, drenched in sweat, blood pounding in his ears. He can feel the implants chewing holes in his essence, and it's all he can do to not rip them out. He checks his surroundings- the storm has passed, moonbeams poking through the boarded up windows. He is not a prisoner; he is free, and they will never take him back. Here on the other side of the world he'll find the means to reverse what they've done. He'll build a new life for himself in the sprawl, and wreak vengeance on the ones who defiled him so. He throws on his jacket, hops on his dirtbike, and guns the throttle like a man possessed, cutting through the ash like a field of fresh snow on his way towards the glittering skyline.
 == Narrative Significant Qualities ==
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 ===Positive===
-* '''Infected, Loup Garou:''' The details of Rathound's mortal life are as blurry as they are unimportant. A boring mortal whelp in a boring mortal town, stuck in the undignified grind of rural poverty. As far as he's concerned, he's always been Loup Garou. Demigods have no need to remember their shifts at the Aldi's checkout line.
+* '''Infected, Loup Garou:''' The details of Rathound's mortal life are as blurry as they are unimportant: a boring mortal whelp in a boring mortal town, stuck in the undignified grind of rural poverty. Becoming loup garou was the greatest joy that he had ever known, which made it all the more painful when he was twisted beyond recognition.
-* '''Tough as a Radroach''' ''(High pain tolerance, radiation sponge, dual natured defender):'' When you've already come back from the worst, little things like gunshots don't seem all that bad.
+* '''Tough as a Radroach''' ''(Tough as nails [physical], radiation sponge, dual natured defender):'' When you've already come back from the worst, little things like gunshots don't seem all that bad.
 ===Negative===
-* '''Pressure Cooker''' ''(Superhuman psychosis, PSC combat monster):'' Even setting his appearance aside, regular people find Rathound unsettling. His bone-deep sense of superiority, habitual use of combat stims, and crippling body dysmorphia all make for a violent emotional cocktail. He is liable to go berserk when provoked and fight long past the point of reason.
+* '''Pressure Cooker''' ''(Superhuman psychosis, PSC combat monster):'' Regular people find Rathound unsettling, and it's not just because of the looks. His bone-deep sense of superiority, habitual use of combat stims, and borderline cyberpsychosis all make for a violent emotional cocktail. Adding a loup garou's rage on top of that turns him into a true berserker, ready to throw down over the slightest provocation.
 * '''Off the Grid''' ''(Paranoia, uneducated, disheveled):'' Garou don't exactly do networking events, but even among his own kind Rathound stands out as a crazy loner. The man is practically feral, spending most of his time in wolf form. Up until recently he didn't know that the matrix had crashed a second time. He only interacts with human society when he absolutely needs to, because any one of them could be a hunter or an agent of his captor in disguise.
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 {{AssensingTable|
 |Result1= Awakened, infected, and in poor health both physically and mentally. His acid-green aura looks like a liquid just about to boil.
-|Result2= Holes in the essence around the left arm look like they've been chewed by bugs. Whoever installed this cyberware did so without regard for comfort
+|Result2= Holes in the essence around the spine look like they've been chewed out by bugs. Whoever installed this cyberware did so without regard for comfort
 |Result3= Strain 2 infected, with a healthy dose of radiation poisoning on top of that. Not actually toxic, notably, just ravaged by long-term exposure.
 |Result4= His bioware almost seems alive, growing like a parasite inside his body. The strongest concentrations are in the heart and brain. Essence 3, magic 3.
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 ==Appearance==
-A deceptively lean amalgamation of scars, corded muscle, and patchy grey fur. His hands sport black claws the length of daggers, his mouth is a yellowed hacksaw of teeth. His watery eyes have translucent membranes which blink independently of his eyelids. Running down his back is a brutal apparatus designed to administer combat stims, covered in knife-etched runes that glow with a sickly green light while transforming.
+A deceptively lean amalgamation of scars, corded muscle, and patchy grey fur. His hands sport claws the length of daggers, and his mouth is a yellowed hacksaw of teeth. His watery eyes have translucent membranes which blink independently of his eyelids. Running down his spine is a brutal apparatus designed to administer combat stims, covered in knife-etched runes that glow with a sickly green light while transforming. The wolf form is just as unnerving as the human: a skeletal, mangy, rabid-looking mutt. The auto-injector takes the form of a biodrone controller on the nape of his neck.
-The wolf form is just as unnerving as the human: a skeletal, mangy, rabid-looking mutt. The auto-injector takes the form of a biodrone controller on the nape of his neck.
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