08.02.04 - 12:44 p.m.

[Annnd. Another RP character, although I never finished this one. I was listening to Man of La Mancha (as I often do) and contemplating ideas. Inspired, I decided to make a bastard knight errant BG. I never got very far, but I still like the idea, if only because I could play him while listening to Man of La Mancha.]

Harold "Don Quixhote de la Mancha" Crawford
Tilting-at-Windmills

Bone Gnawer
Waxing Galliard
Cliath

Camp: Frankenweiller/The Hood (loose associations)

Concept: knight errant

Strength: 4
Dexterity: 4
Stamina: 3

Charisma: 4
Manipulation: 2
Appearance: 2

Perception: 2
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 3

Alertness: 1
Athletics: 2
Brawl: 2
Dodge: 1
Expression: 3
Subterfuge: 1

Melee: 3
Performance: 3

Knowledge
Academics: 2

History
Harry had a hard childhood. His mother was Silver Fang kinfolk who had an unfortunate affair with a mongrel. At first, she thought she was in love and defied her family. Then, things turned sour pretty quickly, when she was already pregnant. His mother, Emma, went back to her family, but was pretty ashamed when she gave birth to a kid without enough breeding to warrant a second thought. Her father, a Theurge, determined that the brat wouldn't ever become garou and said that she would never be a prize mate with the little mongrel hanging around. He turned a blind eye as she essentially dumped the kid into the foster care system pretty far away, figuring no harm no foul since the kid wasn't gonna be garou.

Except he was wrong. He mucked up the rites and got it all wrong. The mongrel pseudo-silver-fang brat had a skin-changer's soul.

The first seven years of Harry's life were really tough, passed around from foster family to group home and back. See, he was a mongrel by human standards, too, not white enough to be adoptable, not black enough to pass unnoticed in majority-minority schools and the 'hood. Weirdly, the kid learned how to read on his own and developed an obsession with knights and especially King Arthur. It was a really weird obsession for a kid growing up in the most violent neighborhoods of detroit, so it's no surprise that Harry was a little touched. He was spacey and weird, even as a little kid, but a local bone gnawer sniffed him out, easy as pie, and fixed things up so foster kid could be a kin family. Worked out both ways: kin got money from the state, the kid had a family where he didn't get beat up for every little thing, just for some little things.

Except for his obsession with king arthur and midevil times, the kid was mostly normal until his first change. That's what brought his touch of silver fang dilusion to the fore. So, now the kid thinks he is Sir Launcelot, Knight of the