IC Information
Full Name: Mordecai Gerard
Deed Name: Howls Ecstasy Through a Grin of Blood
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Breed: Homid
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer (Get of Fenris descent)
Auspice: Ahroun
Rank: Adren (3)
Sept Position: Wyrm-Spawned Enemy
Pack: Hellfire
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Blue
Nature: Fanatic
Demeanor: Monster
OOC Information
Theme Song: E.S. Posthumus - Kalki
Status: Prospective Plot NPC
Player: Malkav

Personality Edit

Gleefully, almost ecstatically violent, not suitable for public consumption, and usually stays in the wilderness for the simple reason that he's a Veil breach waiting to happen. Even other Spirals make sure to stay a little away from the Blood Howler just in case the Rage takes him. After all, one doesn't become a follower of both the Destroyer Wyrm Beast-of-War and the Green Dragon without reason. While it could easily be argued he's the motive force behind the burgeoning Spiral attention directed towards Crystal Springs, this is less a careful plan and more the scent of fresh victims drawing his attention.

Sheet Edit


Physical: Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3
Social: Charisma 3, Manipulation 1, Appearance 2
Mental: Perception 3, Intelligence 3, Wits 3


Talents: Athletics 3, Brawl 4, Dodge 2, Expression 1, Intimidation 4, Primal Urge 4, Vigilance 3
Skills: Drive 1, Leadership 3, Melee 1, Stealth 1, Survival 2
Knowledges: Cosmology 1, Lore (Wyrm) 2, Lore (Garou) 1, Military Tactics 2, Occult 2, Rituals 1


Backgrounds: Destiny 5, Totem 4, Retainers 3
Rage: 8
Gnosis: 3
Willpower: 6
Gifts: Inspiration (1), Master of Fire (1), Razor Claws (1), Resist Toxin (1), Spirit of the Fray (2), Staredown (2), Shatter Bone (3), Silver Claws (3)
Merits: Higher Purpose (1 pt), Metamorph (6 pts)
Flaws: Short Fuse (2 pts)
Derangement: Misomania

Freebies Edit

70 Freebies to spend - 5 in Merits - 7 in Backgrounds - 3 in Rage - 3 in Willpower - 4 in Gnosis (2 per) - 22 in Abilities (2 per) - 21 in Gifts (7 per) - 5 in Attributes (5 per) = 0 left

Specialties Edit

Breaking limbs. Mordecai learned long, long ago that the easiest way to win a fight was to remove his opponent's means of fighting back.
Shows of force. Hard to argue with a crinos roaring at you with green fire dripping from his fangs, innit?
Primal Urge
Hunting. When the scent of prey lies before him, there is no room for thought, only action. Any hesitation means that prey may very well get away.
Breaking things. Sometimes Mordecai's fellows have wondered if he isn't actually born of (rabid) wolf, given how often his rage vents itself on whatever happens to be nearby, be it friend, foe, or furniture.

History Edit

The rage had always been in him, really.

He got in his first fight even before kindergarten, clawing another boy's face at age 2 for the simple slight of having a toy taken from him. Disciplinary measures dogged Mordecai's scholastic career like bloody footprints. Fights with fellow students, with teachers, with everyone, it seemed. Counseling got nowhere (and earned one particularly irritating shrink a broken nose), and the transfer to a Behavioral Disorder class served merely to contain his wrath somewhat. It didn't seem that the boy was angry at anything in particular, so much as he was just angry. What would merely irritate other would draw snarls and threats from young Mordecai. Oh, he received his due share of beatings as well. After all, his fury knew no bounds when it came to targets, and frequently saw him up against foes that simply outmatched him. But oh, he made them realize they'd been in a fight. Made them struggle for victory through pain and blood and fear.

He never made it to highschool. The Rage took him away first, beneath the howling maw of a Full Moon. And the Dancers found him in the bloody wreckage of his family's home, gorging on their shredded remains. He did not go gently into that night, but go he did, at length. The Dancers of the Black Spiral paid dearly for their newest recruit, who exacted his price in blood.

Few of Mordecai's "littermates" survived their cubhood, though not all the credit could go to him. The trials of the Black Spiral would thin even the hardiest of crops, ripping away the weak and the unfit without pause or remorse. Mordecai himself was scourged heavily by those trials, but they seemed only to fuel his fury. He passed the First Circle, the Dance of Insight, not with a scream or a whimper, but a roar. What few illusions and safeguards that had been in place, holding his rage in check, were shattered, and now he had a Purpose. He knew what must be done.

His teacher was too slow in shaking off the clutch of the Labyrinth's visions, and was splattered against the walls of the Hive, and Mordecai was given the name Blood-of-Fire among his 'kin.'

The Second Circle, the Dance of Rage, passed almost before anyone realized it. The Beast-of-War sat easily within the boy's mind, within his heart, urging him on to greater and greater destruction. For shattering the shackles of his Rage, he was named Scourges-the-Stones-to-Nothing.

The Third Circle, the Dance of Endurance, smashed and thundered upon the boy's back as though to sunder him completely in twain. But it was merely the beating of a smith's hammer upon the hot iron. The Rage, that snarling, terrible, seemingly bottomless pit of violence within the boy was tempered, forged. Aimed. He still had his Purpose. The Beast-of-War had shown him his reason, and revealed to him now what must be done.

He laughed as his own blood flowed from his mouth, his eyes and ears, and thus was named Howls-Ecstasy-Through-a-Grin-of-Blood as he knelt there at the center of the Spiral.

Even before attaining the Third Circle, Mordecai had regarded his fellows as weak, distractable, pathetic creatures. So intent on their own pleasures and gain that they often forgot what the Father Wyrm demanded of them. For he had seen the face of the War, that bloody ocean wracked by black lightning. A war was coming. He'd seen it in his dreams. Fires sweeping over the land, bodies in the streets, cities turned to dust.


He would destroy the Triat.

He would save it.

He has assembled a pack in the only way he knows how, through violence. Together under the Green Dragon, they scourge the land and the Umbra, leaving naught but scorched and blasted destruction in their wake. Other packs have begun to follow the Hellfires, seeking to share in their glory, to pick at the remains they leave behind, or in some sense of shocked wonder at their sheer brutality. But none, not even his packmates, dare stand too close to the Blood Howler.

The Rage is in him.

The Hellfire Pack Edit

Hungry Ghost (Ghost), Male Cliath Ragabash Metis
Easy to miss, quiet, most people don't even realize he's in the area until he's savaged some poor fool. Often lures people into ambushes/traps. Will probably be the primary “liaison” with Excelsior owing both to his low rank and his ability to evade detection.
S/D/S: 2/4/2
C/M/A: 2/2/2
P/I/W: 4/3/3
W/G/R: 7/4/4
True albino, literally no pigmentation at all. Fur isn't actually white, is transparent, the layering just makes it look white due to light scattering.
Rat Head (1), Shed (1), Scent of Running Water (1), Shroud (1)
Sings the Wyrm to Sleep (Wyrmsinger), Female Adren Theurge Homid
Spacey and one of those that reads omens in the organs of still-living sacrifices. Tends to have pain-spirits bound into long nails as talens (i.e. to stab people with). Name is not actually as ironic as it sounds. When spoken in the Mother's Tongue, carries the connotation of someone singing a loved one in pain to restful sleep. She will get into your head, and it will be bad.
S/D/S: 2/2/2
C/M/A: 4/4/3
P/I/W: 3/4/2
W/G/R: 4/8/5
Persuasion (1), Spirit Speech (1), Bane Protector (1), A Thousand Voices (2), Battle Mandala (2), Blood Omen (3), Calm the Savage Beast (3)
Reaper of Hope (Reaper), Male Cliath Philodox Metis
Dispenser of brutal 'justice.' The sort that resolves disputes usually by killing one or both of the disputers. Or by the classic "cut the child in half" method.
S/D/S: 3/2/3
C/M/A: 3/2/1
P/I/W: 2/4/4
W/G/R: 5/5/5
Incredibly bad vision, to the point where everything is just moving patches of light and shadow. Must use scent to identify friend and foe.
Sense Wyrm (1), Smell Fear (1), Scent of the True Form (1)
Dirge of Malfeas (Dirge), Male Fostern Galliard Lupus
Psychological warfare specialist. Causes terror and confusion among foes through gifts and disconcerting howls.
S/D/S: 2/3/3
C/M/A: 3/5/2
P/I/W: 2/3/2
W/G/R: 6/5/4
Mindspeak (1), Resist Toxin (1), Allies Below (2), Call of the Wyrm (2), Howls in the Night (2)
Death Scream of the Fallen (Screamer), Male Fostern Ahroun Metis
Barely sentient, used as a tacnuke and distraction.
S/D/S: 5/3/3
C/M/A: 4/1/1
P/I/W: 4/1/3
W/G/R: 4/4/7
Jaw hinge is much further back than normal, nearly to the spine, and lower jaw can bifurcate like a snake's.
Primal Anger (1), Spur Claws (1), Resist Toxin (1), Wyrm Hide (2), Horns of the Impaler (2)

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