Last Tales of the Broken
Virtue: Justice; Auspice: Philodox
Vice: Wrath; Tribe: Get of Fenris
Breed: Homid; Pack: The Broken
Physical Attributes: Strength 3 (4/6/5/3) Dexterity 1 (1/2/3/3) Stamina 4 (5/6/6/5)
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 3 Wits 3 Resolve 1
Social Attributes: Presence 3 Manipulation 2 (1/0/0/2) Composure 1
Physical Skills: Academics 2, Investigation 3, Science 2
Mental Skills: Athletics 3, Brawl 3 (Kicking), Firearms 2, Weaponry 3 (Hammer, Klaive)
Social Skills: Empathy 1, Intimidation 1, Persuasion 2 (Totem: Wereravens)
Health: 9 (11/13/12/9) Initiative: +2 (2/3/4/4)
Defense: 1(1/3/3/3) Size: 5 (6/7/6/4) Speed: 9 (10/13/16/14)
Primal Urge: 2 (Homid: no social penalty) Willpower: 2 Harmony: 6 (-1 per item of silver physically carried)
Renown: Purity 0, Glory 1, Honor 2, Wisdom 0, Cunning 0
Relationship (Lynne Miller) 2, Mentor (Duncan Thrashes-Eyes) 2, Totem 2, Fetish 5 (The Fearsome Klaive), Fighting Style: Kicking 1, Iron Stamina 2
1: Crushing Blow, Sense Malice, 2: Strength of Purpose
Black Spiral Kin
“My name’s Ludwig. Yeah, just Ludwig. I had a family name at one point, but that family is dead and thus…so is that name.”
“Yes, they’re dead; and I’m the one who killed them. At least, that is how it appeared to be when I regained my consciousness after what the Sept calls my “First Change”. See, this “family” kept me indoors up until I was around sixteen years old. I was made to read books throughout all of my days. Most were academic: the basics – mathematics, science and the like, but also history. I later came to learn that there was a great deal wrong with all of this learning I was doing. First of all, the obvious point that I never seen the light of day from beyond the few windows of the now-destroyed building in which I was confined. Secondly, in a day in age where the internet and computers are key in the sharing of information, I never touched one. I wasn’t allowed to be near any. Thirdly, and the part I find the most odd, is the fact that the history books I read in my upbringing vary a great deal from those in the world outside my prison."
“I am unsure what exactly brought on my “First Change”, but I knew that over time, I became increasingly angry as to this upbringing of mine, as I began to question more of the pieces that didn’t fit together. Then, as if something snapped inside me, I felt myself fly into a rage, which became black to me. When I regained my senses, all within that urban cage laid dead at my feet, in various pieces."
“Where some might have been mortified, I found myself actually…satisfied.”
“With nobody to stop me, I took my first steps outside of my lifelong prison…only to be met by a pair who introduced themselves as my “true brethren” – informing me that I had just experience my “First Change”, stepping into what they called my “destiny” as a werewolf."
“My first thought? “Fuck this. I’m free.” And that’s exactly what I said. So I left. I went out to experience the world around me for the first time. At least my studies bore enough fruit for me to quickly piece together the lies that had been implanted in me for years. I found my way around fairly well, but it wasn’t until I met Lynne that I truly started to live my life."
“Lynne Miller – who came to be the only person I call “friend” to this day, lives in a homeless shelter downtown…by choice, and actually prefers it that way. She found me as I wandered without direction in the first days of my freedom. She was seventeen at the time, and had just ran away from her asshole father. This “man” enrages me to the point I just want to eviscerate him. He has tried to force Lynne away from working at the homeless shelter where she actually WANTS to be, only because he’s some hot-shot lawyer type for some big corporation, and believes that she is “above associating with the trash of the city”. He especially doesn’t like her associating with me…he took an instant disliking to me when first we met. Fine by me – it will make it much easier on my conscience when I gut him like the pig he is."
“Lynne taught me everything she knew about the world – the REAL world – and all of the truths and injustices that surround us all. The idiot who she calls father seems to be one of the greatest of those injustices. Even after the Sept came for me, and taught me of my tribe, the Get of Fenris, and my Auspice, the Philodox, Lynne and I are inseparable. Despite my “home” within the MacPherson house, I still consider my true home to be with Lynne…wherever that may be. Many ill-guided thugs have found out the hard way not to mess with my friend….when they were introduced to my hammer, the weapon I first trained myself to use. I would say I would die for her if need be, but I do not intend to leave her without me, so dying is not an option."
“My other weapon…is what the Sept calls a Klaive. I happened to find this blade in the possessions of my now-deceased “family”. I hid it from them, kept it to myself, but could find no books that would tell me what it was. Apparently, this weapon has within it the spirit of an ancestor of mine, but I know nothing more of this. It was on my person when I freed myself from my shackles, and it has been with me since, as something about this weapon leads me to wish to learn its origin. This weapon seems to “enjoy” fighting, as I have come to…which of course works for me. Someday, I’ll figure out what this Klaive is about, no matter how many corpses I have to pry the information from. And I do so enjoy creating corpses."
“Apparently a bit too much, at times.”
“I’ve been told by my current “Pack” that I have a tendency to lose control of my senses and cut short many lives in my Crinos form. I’m told that Half-Moon-born werewolves, the Philodox, tend to experience their First Change when they experience a great injustice. It seems that when I go into these bloodthirsty rages, it is when I experience similar circumstances. But as a Philodox, I am supposed to uphold the “Litany of the Sept”, and in doing so, I am bound by a law to not “part the veil”. In other words, I am not supposed to reveal the existence of our kind to those are not of us. And…when I rage…I tend to do that quite often, it seems."
“Anyway, enough talk from me. I’ve spoken too much for my liking already. And if you read this, know that if I find any of this information to fall into inappropriate hands…well..let’s just say that a certain hammer will have to meet with a certain face.”
“Get me? Good.”
Has been known to have some self-control issues.
Ludwig is started as a Cub, waiting to complete his Rite of Passage and prove to be worthy as a member of the Get of Fenris.
Story 1, Chapter 3: “Family”
Eventually, Ludwig completes his Rite of Passage. He watched his old Mentor, Duncan get dragged into Erebus by Fenris himself the night he proved himself to be a Half Moon.
Father Pisses-Gold gave him his first deed name: Rages-Truth.