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roadnottaken
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Joined: 22 Jan 2009
Posts: 333
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19.00 Experience
Location: Cleveland, OH
Fri Feb 27, 2009 2:09 am
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Animus
It was Halloween of his junior year of high school. As on many other evenings, he was outside, running through the city to stay in shape. But this evening, something was wrong. As he passed through a back alley, he began to notice subtle differences in his surroundings. The air became oddly charged, and the buildings seemed to be caricatures, each reflecting a specific mood. He finally realized that something was terribly wrong, and attempted to retrace his steps, but the entire layout of the city was different. As it sank in that he was in an alien realm, a vaguely human-like form emerged from the shadows holding a wicked dagger, and leapt at him. He pushed the thing away, but the blade drew a long gash down the length of his forearm. He knew the next strike would be deadly.
But it never came. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a giant wolf lunge at the thing, fangs and claws flashing. He stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed by terror and the shock of blood loss. His attacker was forced to the ground under the wolf's onslaught, and soon exploded into thousands of shards. Finally, shock and exhaustion overwhelmed his will, and he collapsed, his mind barely registering a snarl in an alien tongue as his consciousness faded.
He woke up in his own bed, assuming that he had just had a nightmare. But when he saw the scar running the entire length of his forearm, the memories came flooding back, and he knew that it had been no dream.
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Matthew Greene
Purity 1, Glory 3, Wisdom 1, Cunning 1
Health 8; Essence 10/9; WP 6/5
Feet of Mist
Animus, SL:2 scar
Health 8; Mana 12/11; WP 7/6
Active spells: Second Sight, Organic Resilience,
Transform Self, Spirit Tongue
Twilight Familiar (wolf spirit)
Health 7; Essence 10/10; WP 5/5
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