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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 5700982" data-attributes="member: 15640">Steven Moon[Sblock=Steven Moon]Steven 'ka peyakot mahihkan' Moon, Hero werewolf.STATS: Str 6/10 (+1 from Jock/+4 in werewolf shape)Dex 4/6 (+2 in werewolf shape)Con 4/6 (+1 from jock, +2 in werewolf shape)Int 3Perc 3WP 2Armor 4/5(natural tougnes werewolf shape)Acute senses (Smell/taste)Life points 50/74-10/+25Addiction : marihuana -2 his only vice is a little puff on the peace-pipe now and then.Ugly -1, his nose got broken once too many during a rugby gameFast reaction time +2, legacy of his rugby-gamesMinority -1 Member of the First NationsJock +3 Rugby, Rugby, RugbyRecklessness -2 He knows there’s not much that he can’t get out of.Natural Toughness  +2 Years of taking a beating on the pitch have left him toughened up.Nerves of steel +3 He’s not scared of vampires, vampires are scared of him.Hurting finance -4 Only a sports scholarship to get by.Werewolf +12 One of the last trueblood werewolves of the first nations.Hard to kill +3 Tough as nails.SkillsSports 6Acrobatics 3Getting medieval 5Kung fu 4Mr Fixit 2Notice 3Driving 1Language 1 (cree)Occult 2(5 left over from qualities +2 sports from jock)Steven comes from the Kangiqsualujjuaq Cree reserve in Ontario. he is of the 'mwecinitosâp mahihkan peyakoskan nehiyawak'. He is the eldest son of the tribe’s shaman, and one of the few remaining trueblood werewolves left in the area. He was raised in the traditional way, getting schooling from a missionary’s outpost-annex school. He has happy memories of his childhood, often going out with his peers in the woods for several weeks at a time. Unfortunately the governement soon intruded, and at the age of 12 he got sent to a boarding school for a more formal education. It was a difficult time for him, and he would have gotten into trouble soon were it not for rugby. He excelled at the game, and it was a great way of ventilating his pent-up frustration. It even gained him a fair measure of respect and a bit of acceptance. He got spotted fairly soon by the coach of the Waterloo university team and got offered a sport-scholarship. Though moving to waterloo would mean he’d get to see his family even less, and he’d be surrounded by strangers again, he realises it’s a chance for higher education which he’d normally never get. He is a tall, hugely muscled frontliner, not afraid of showing his heritage. He picked up two tattoos along the way, a tribal wolf design on his left upper arm and a huge howling wolf on his back. Eight years as a rugby player made sure he’ll never win any beauty contests. His nose has been broken quite a few times, and both his ears are scarred from too many close encounters in the maul, the ruck and the scrimmage. At the uni he’ll usually be dressed in university sports clothing, taking advantage of the free laundry service for university athletes. When at home or in the outdoors he wears a faded jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt, and a well-worn leather coat if it gets cold.He is caught between cultures, unable to blend in in either society because of his isolation from his people and his marked difference in upbringing from the rest of his classmates. He only feels comfortable on the sportsfield, in the gym, or by himself, alone in the woods. He lives off his scholarship funds, hoping to get a contract with a sports club and desperately striving to get a degree. He lives a few miles from the university in an old house, and jogs to and from uni every day, taking a quick shower before class begins. He is desperate to get some help with classes, computers and such, because in the few weeks since classes have started he realises he is in way over his head. He is getting fairly frustrated, seeing no way out, and he takes his anger out in the rugby field.One of the only vices he has is the bong he's got hidden in his shed, along with a few 'special' plants he planted in a clearing in the forest. He rarely drinks alcohol, knowing fully well what alcohol did to his people and remembering the scorn others showed at the alcoholics in the reserve.When not training, at uni or studying he’s out in the woods, hunting and trapping in the traditional way. He’s got a bow and a few hunting tools, knives and a tomahawk safely tucked away in his shed. He only discovered the other day that there’s a university archery team, and considers going to a training to see what it’s about, being a bit self-conscious ‘bout the stereotype he’ll invoke.Besides sports his interests are history and law, thinking ‘bout getting a law degree to further help his people, but realising it will be a tough job getting the degree.[/sblock]Still a work in progress, but taking shape (no pun intended)</blockquote>

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