Alex (Stargazer)

**Alex** is a Stargazer.

## Biography

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Your family consisted of wealthy white Chicago suburbanites. Your father was a politician, your mother a stage actress, and your younger sister a promising pianist.

You knew you'd never have to really work for a living. The choice was yours, any path was open to you. Or so you thought.

Your sister was raped. And you knew the bastard who did it. He was a local rich kid like yourself, went to school with your sister in the tenth grade.

One afternoon, out behind the basketball courts at the private school, he raped your sister. Two nights later, you went after him.

You didn't know why, or what you were going to do. But the answers fell quickly into place.

A dark heart of anger rose fast like a storm inside, and you felt yourself changing.

Before you knew what was happening, you had become a massive beast, and you could smell the fear oozing from his pores like dirty sweat.

And you killed him. Rent him to pieces while he was still dressed in his school uniform.

That night, as you wandered aimlessly down the street, blood still glistening on your (once again human) hands, they found you. And took you away from your family, your friends, and your comfortable destiny.

They have taught you what you are, and they have told you that whether you like it or not, they are your pack, and they are just like you.

Your new pack -- a group of men calling themselves ksatriyas --- taught you to feel great remorse for the killing you did.

While you are Death Incarnate, they say, you are not to relish your role, and aren't to go accepting it with Rage in your heart.

Someday, they say, you will understand. Right now, you feel terribly sad, and very confused.

You are Ahroun, but you don't understand what that means.

You are a Stargazer, but you aren't like any others that you've seen. You have a natural charisma and leadership open and available to you, but you're too afraid to touch it.

You're afraid that the anger will return and that you'll be out of control like you were that first night.

Also, because of both your race and your exorbitantly Western upbringing, you're viewed with both distant curiosity and up front disdain from your pack mates and other Stargazer Garou.

Act with reluctance, as if every action could lead you to potential damnation. And yet, despite this reluctance, you're angry.

Angry at the pack for stealing you away from your privileged life, angry that your sister was so violated (and will probably never fulfill her musical dreams), and angry at the world for being such a broken, fucked up place. You want to accept the peace and balance that your pack has offered you, and you've even began to learn some of the mantras that they're teaching you.

But this isn't your life. Not yet. Maybe someday, but for now, it's all too overwhelming.

**Equipment:** Set of expensive clothes, keys to an Audi you don't have anymore, penknife.

## Stats

**Breed:** Homid

**Auspice:** Ahroun

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

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

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

**Talents:** Alertness 1, Brawl 2, Intimidation 2, Streetwise 1

**Skills:** Crafts 1, Drive 3, Etiquette 3

**Knowledges:** Computer 3, Investigation 2, Law 2, Linguistics 3, Politics 2, Science 1

**Backgrounds:** Allies 5, Ancestors 2, Contacts 3, Kinfolk 3

**Gifts:** Smell of Man, Razor Claws, Imbalance, Falling Touch

**Rage:** 5

**Gnosis:** 1

**Willpower:** 7

**Tribal Weakness:** OBSESSIVE MIND GAMES