Laughs-At-The-Wind

**Laughs-At-The-Wind** is a Silver Fang.

## Biography

You've always thought that anyone who believes that Silver Fang kids have it easy should spend a few years at one of the Kinfolk academics, in the metis classes. You don't know who your real parents were, as you were transferred far away from them as soon as you were born.

You were raised in the bawn of a major caern, and taught alongside two other metis likewise brought from across the country, in separate classes from the human Kin.

As you got a little older, and better able to control yourself, you were allowed to play with the human teenagers. You quickly discovered that they'd been trained to despise you and believed that you were inherently inferior. The withered arm certainly didn't help matters. The worse the taunting got, the more you stoked your anger, until you were filled with Rage.

Before you could even touch a hair on one of the precious little darlings' heads, the genuine werewolf supervising the school slapped you down hard.

After a few months of beatings, you decided the best way to avoid them was to not get taunted. After a few more unsuccessful months, you twigged that making your school "mates" laugh by playing the clown was the way to do it. It only took a few more months before the other kids started to leave you alone, because you made them laugh.

Much to your surprise, the elder Garou seemed to respect you for what you did, and your life got  easier from that point onwards.

After a while you started to experiment with putting those who made your life miserable in their place by turning your jokes on them. A few of them lost control and attacked you, and this time they got the beating, Your elders seemed even more impressed.

When, finally, your First Change came and you could take your place amongst the other werewolves, your reputation for cunning and mockery was such that it almost outweighed the stigma of your birth. An older Ragabash, a lupus at that, has taken your under her wing and is teaching you the tools of your trade.

Even the werewolf kings need their jesters, she teaches you, to allow them to truly see who is worthy and who is not.

You're a metis made good by accepting and relishing your place in the stratified Silver Fang hierarchy. Sure, you're a metis, but you're not going to let that stop you. You're going to be the best damn Ragabash in the Garou Nation one day.

Most of the times you're pretty damn submissive, letting everyone around you know that you realize your lowly station. However, you're perceptive and cunning and watch everyone for signs of a short temper and visible weak spot.

When you find it, you start niggling at it with words and jokes, to see if your targets can take it. If they do, they earn your respect. If they fail, well, it's your duty to make sure the rest of the sept knows of their failings.

Equipment: A set of unprepossessing smart clothes, a large collection of notebooks and a camera.

## Stats

**Breed:** Metis

**Auspice:** Ragabash

**Physical:** Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3

**Social:** Charisma (Comedic) 4, Manipulation (Two-faced) 4, Appearance 2

**Mental:** Perception 3, Intelligence 2, Wits 3

**Talents:** Alertness 2, Athletics 2, Dodge 1, Empathy 2, Expression 3, Primal Urge 2, Subterfuge 2

**Skills:** Performance 3, Stealth 2

**Knowledges:** Enigmas 1, Investigation 2, Linguistics 1, Politics 3, Rituals 2

**Backgrounds:** Mentor 3, Pure Breed 3

**Gifts:** Blur of the Milky Eye, Lambent Flame, Sense Wyrm

**Rage:** 1

**Gnosis:** 3

**Willpower:** 3

**Tribal Weakness:** DERANGEMENT