Provider-For-Gaia

**Provider-For-Gaia** is a Red Talon.

## Biography

Born on the outskirts of a city, you and your meager pack foraged for food in human garbage.

You ate what and when you could, avoiding the humans, and lived your life.

It wasn't much, but it was all you knew, even if something inside you yearned for more.

And then one night, a pack of humans came for your pack with thunder and fire, and slew all of them except you.

You ran, then a bullet sheared one of your paws away.

As the humans approached, you wished that you could have eaten that day. Another crack of thunder and bite of pain, and all thoughts of food were gone.

You erupted into a whirlwind of blood and fury, and tore the humans to pieces.

When your fury was spent, you remembered how hungry you were.

The Bone Gnawers found you first, although they considered inducting you into their tribe, the tiny remnant of pure breeding you retain sent you off to a Red Talon sept. Here was the world you had always longed for, even if you never knew it.

The Talons heard of what happened during your First Change, and rather than reprimand you, your mentor showed you the powers of pain and blood to feed the land.

You understand being hungry all the time. If Gaia hungers, you intend to feed her.

You spent your young life running from humans and trying to feed yourself and your pack.

While you revel in being strong enough to find food easily, you don't wish to keep it all to yourself. Gaia is hungry, many of your Kin are hungry, and a plentiful source of food is all around you.

Other Garou may regard eating humans as taboo, but to you, it just makes sense. You haven't even been told that human flesh is often laden with chemicals, but it might not make any difference at this point -- you're eating very well indeed now.

You understand that eating human flesh is a violation of the Litany and that other tribes would persecute you for it, but ever now and then, you slip up and refer to how a human tastes or how easy they are to catch.

When you do, you usually feign a miscommunication -- you weren't talking about a human, but a deer (or some other prey animal). This usually works, but has the added bonus of making other Garou think you don't understand them.

You don't hate humans the same way as many Talons do.

You understand that they need to be destroyed, but would prefer to corral them into herds somehow so they don't go to waste. After all, they've made such a mess of the land, they should have a hand in cleaning it up, even if it's just by donating their screams.

**Equipment:** You carry nothing, but have been known to splinter pieces of wood for use in your rites.

## Stats

**Breed:** Lupus

**Auspice:** Theurge

**Camp:** Dying Cub

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

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

**Mental:** Perception 4, Intelligence 3, Wits 3

**Talents:** Alertness 3, Athletics 1, Brawl 3, Dodge 1, Intimidation 1, Primal Urge 3

**Skills:** Animal Ken 2, Stealth 3, Survival 2

**Knowledges:** Enigmas 3, Investigation 1, Occult 2, Rituals 3

**Backgrounds:** Pure Breed 1, Rites 5

**Gifts:** Sense Prey, Sense Wyrm, Purity Meat, Hare's Leap

**Wisdom:** 3

**Rank:** 1

**Rage:** 4

**Gnosis:** 5

**Willpower:** 4