Attributes:

Physical
Strength 3
Dexterity 4 (Reflexes)
Stamina  3

Social
Charisma  3
Manipulation  2
Appearance  4 (Wild Dream)

Mental
Perception  2
Intelligence  2
Wits  2

Abilities:

Talents
Alertness 2
Athletics 2
Brawl  2
Dodge 3
Empathy 2
Primal Urge 2
Subterfuge 3

Skills
Drive 2
Performance  2
Firearms  3
Leadership  2
Melee 3
Stealth 3
Stealth  2
Repair 2

Knowledge
Linguistics: 1
Rituals: 3
Enigma 2
 
 
 

Backgrounds:
Pure Breed  4
Fetish   3 
Resources  4 
Rites   1
Totem: Panther 5
 
 
 

Rage: 8
Gnosis: 3
Willpower: 7
 

Gifts:
Persuasion
Call of the Wyld
Eyes of the Cats
 
 
 
 

Renown:
Glory 2
Rank: 1 (Cliath)
Wisdom 1
Honor:

Rites:
Rite of Talisman Dedication
 

Merits:
Ambidextrous
Inner Strength
 

Flaws:
Nightmares
Overconfident
Curiosity
 
 
 

EQUIPMENT:

Black Silk Bandanna
H-D Black Leather Trench Coat -Dedicated
Black Cyde Club leather Bustier
Black Leather Jeans
Kusari Belt (12 feet Long) -Weapon-
Black Eagle Harness Boots
Full Face helmet with Black Face Shield - Succubi Design-
Dual Leather Shoulder Harness with Magazine Pouch

Internet Cell Phone -Mike with Head Set-
Platinum Visa Card

2 Steyr 9mm TMP with H=K Pulse Laser Sight and Silencer
2 MP5K .45mm with H-K Pulse Beam Laser Sight, Dual Mag Clamp
Amazon’s Labry - Dedicated

Harley Davidson Ultra Classic “Electric Glide” - Vivid Black, Harness Leather Saddle Bags and bag Liners, Alarm System, Gold Wind Deflector, Leather Handle Grips, Saddle Bag Lid Spoiler with Lite, Gold Finish

Description

An attractive woman with an athletic build and short, wild, red hair whose attractiveness is marred by pale skin and deathlike expression. Her eyes are large with an exotic, green colour.  She wears mirror shades, black silk Bandanna, along with a leather trench coat, leather jeans that match her laced up Boots
 

 
HISTORY:

Shy’Nane Bartzouka is descended from a line of Bacchante, the wild women of Greece was born in Athens, Greece which can be traced back to the dawn of the first days. All the women born to this line are broad shouldered and graceful, in Crinos, Hispo, and Lupos forms are predominately black with highlights of silver. Shy’Nane’s mother, Thena Wyldfire  was the protector of the wyld and sister to the Temple of Artemis. She married an American Archaeologist Thomas Reign who was there restoring the temple of Athena. Demon was born six month later. When she was a four years old, they moved Thomas’s home in New York City.

A year later Shy’Nane’s home was destroyed by unknown assailants, after hours of searching the New York Police Department came across the lifeless bodies of Thomas and Thena Reign. Shy’Nane was found by her mother, it took two officers to pull her away from her mother. Nearby four other bodies were discovered, near the scene each one was unrecognizable due to the severe lacerations to their throat and face. This event traumatized Shy’Nane so that today she still suffers from horrendous nightmares. Several attempts were made to contact any relatives that she might of had but none were found. She became a ward of the sate

She grew up going from foster home to foster home, plagued by ongoing nightmares and fits of unending rage. Shy’Nane kept to herself mostly, speaking only when a need arose. She was picked on by the other kids, she found herself the butt of their jokes, pranks, and the occasional fight. It didn’t take long for her to build a tough exterior to protect her from there harsh words. In time she leaned to defend herself adequately enough that they left her alone. On many occasions she ran away from the foster home finding herself wandering the streets of New York. Life was hard on the streets and the place of her first change. She came across an alley where two strong men were beating an raping a women. Images of the night of her parents deaths flashed in her head causing to her to fall to her knees, the men who were now aware of her presence moved towards her. Unable to move Shy’Nane looked upon there icy glare, a glint of light flashing of the steel of a Knife.

She looked upon the women, images of her mother flashed into her mind. Her blood boiled, her fear turned to anger, she felt an inner strength as she rose to her feet. Unaware she had grown in height and weight. Shy’Nane body was covered in fur, and her head was that of a snarling wolf. Fang and Talons flashed into the night as they ripped through the men. She was later found with the women that was attacked by the assailants, among the corpses of her attackers. The change worsened the nightmares she suffered they became more severe and pronounced. Remembering very little of what happened, she was returned to the home but she did not stay long. The next week she was back on the streets, she was confronted by a man that lived in Central Park. It was he, who ushered her into her new life and taught her the rudiments of Garou society. The man was Johan SteelBiter, Bone Gnawer Ahroun of Sept of the Green.

She spent many days living in the park with her new friend, who taught her all she needed to know to find a place to sleep and earn a meal for the night. She also learned to pick pockets, pan handle for cash, and escape handcuffs which she often wore. However, she preferred the streets to the park and in the time the two went there separate ways. To Shy’Nane it was the one true place where she could lose herself in their solitude. In time she would be found and returned to the home, only to be found on the streets again the very next day.

When Shy’Nane reached the age of 18, she was no longer an ward of the state. It was also that day she inherited her families belongings which were kept in storage and paid by the small fortune left by her father. Among the belongings was an Ancient Battle Axe said to belong to her mother. Shy’Nane felt herself drawn to it, but restrained herself in the presence of the Lawyer. In the corner was a classic Harley Davidson, it was the most beautiful peace of machinery she had ever seen. After signing some papers and finding a place to stay, she felt drawn to the axe. Heading back, she unlocked the gates and cautiously she approached. Images of a she wolf, flashed into her mind wielding this very axe against beings so disfigured that they resembled something out of a horror movie.

As she held the axe in the hands, a voice not heard by her in several years spoke to her. “A gift I bestow upon you child, the only one I can give” She fell to her knees, tears in her eyes, it was the first time is so many years she didn’t feel alone. Her mother was with her holding her as she once did. Minutes later, she walked to a chest and put on the leather gear along with a spiked Collor bearing the symbol of the Black Furries. Among these items were a several handguns, and ancient weapons. When Shy’Nane was fully adorned, she climbed onto the bike and turned the key. The final words of her mother dancing in her head, “Seek out the Furies of the Caern of Tall Tree, Panther will guide you my Daughter”. Off into the night she rode, never looking back. Shy’Nane was no more only Demona Darkchylde remained.