Spirit-Of-Vengeance

**Spirit-Of-Vengeance** is a Silent Strider.

## Biography

Sin. It surrounded you from the moment of your unhallowed spawning--- slimy as the afterbirth of your Litany-breaking mother, indelible as the deed of the shiftless wretch with whom she whelped you.

You left the caern early, with little fanfare and even less goodwill. You slunk into the city late one night, hoping to erase your existence in the faceless throngs. But, far from being the Lethe you sought, the city took your sin and magnified it a thousandfold. Sin leered all around you: from tenements, from skyscrapers, from department store windows and trashcan fires. This was the Blight, even more blighted than you --- and nowhere near as remorseful. And yet your cousins spat on you, even as they allowed this abomination to exist!

Then you knew what your penance was to be. Years of eluding your spetmates' mockery made you very good at hiding, and your cursed ruin of a body was more than capable of eradicating the sins that you to mirrored your own.

A high powered executive was the first to die; his ingratiating charm had won him a vice presidency, but you saw the Defiler's grin leering from his all American face. Garnering evidence of various sorts, you began leaving messages on his private voice mail. On the fifth night, when you could smell the terror leaking from him, you came for him.

The satisfaction you felt at erasing his blandly beautiful features nearly erased your shame at your own wreckage of a face.

You are a metis through and through; even Nosferatu would blanch to look at you. You are obsessed with punishing the wicked, particularly those Wyrm tainted individuals in positions of power and thus immune to the law's long arm.

You have grown increasingly melodramatic in your dispensing of "justice" -- though, of course, you are saving your most cinematic embellishments of your noblest deed --- your own suicide.

Speak in doleful and lugubrious tones of the vengeance to come.

Revel in the terror of your victims, rattling out litanies of their unpunished crimes and promising full scale restitution.

You often like to forewarn a target in Homid form by day, then come for him in Crinos by night.

You sometimes fixate on purity, such as that found in small children and beautiful, unattainable maidens. You will lurk outside your "charges" windows by night, guarding their sleep and gazing in on them with wistful longing.

**Metis Deformity:** Hideous

**Equipment:** Opera cloak, mask, board brimmed hat, dark suit, bandages, instruments of vengeance, sunglasses.

## Stats

**Breed:** Metis

**Auspice:** Philodox

**Physical:** Strength 4, Dexterity 3, Stamina 3

**Social:** Charisma 2, Manipulation 3, Apperance 1

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

**Talents:** Alertness 2, Athletics 2, Brawl 2, Dodge 1, Intimidation 4, Primal Urge 1, Streetwise 2

**Skills:** Drive 2, Firearms 4, Melee 2, Stealth 4

**Knowledges:** Investigation 3, Law 1, Medicine 1

**Backgrounds:** Contacts 1, Fetish 4

**Gifts:** Sense Wyrm, Speed of Though, Truth of Gaia

**Rage:** 6

**Gnosis:** 3

**Willpower:** 7

**Weakness:** HAUNTED: STEPPING SIDEWAYS BOTCHES ATTRACT GHOSTS