Travels-in-the-Rain

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Tribe	Storm Lords
Auspice	Rahu
Pack	The Edge
Player	Jen B.

Cunning	•
Glory	•
Honor	••
Purity	•••
Wisdom

1 Basics
2 Modus Operandi
3 History from the lips of Lora
4 Facts and Rumour
5 Quotes
6 OOC Information

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Basics

Age

Entered Play

late 2006

Location

Mt. Pleasant, Mi USA

Theme Music

"Nemo" - Nightwish

Oh how I wish / For soothing rain / All I wish is to dream again /... For hope I'd give my everything.

"Firestarter" - The Prodigy

Appearance

Tall and atheletic, she has short dark hair and bright green eyes.

Description

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Modus Operandi

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History from the lips of Lora

The world is full of hypocrites. But it’s funny how we turn out that way sometimes. My parents, the biggest hypocrites of all. Myself.

I was supposed to be a virtuoso, a master of the fine arts. They got me a violin when I was eight, a piano at ten. I never got past “Mary Had a Little Lamb” on either.

I was a part of the Karate Kid generation. One of the few who took it seriously. One of the few who weren’t in it to kick someone’s ass. One of the very few who made it internationally.

My parents didn’t want me to take karate. They had always bought me the sort of pink frilly things that were the mark of parents who had always wanted a little princess. And when their little princess wanted a sword, ‘disappointed’ would be putting it lightly.

The flip from disapproving to psychotic didn’t come for a while, but when it did it was humiliating and later infuriating.

The martial arts instill a sense of discipline, of honor and respect. Competitions are a place that encourages a strong sense of sportsmanship that fosters that sense of honor and discipline. Having my parents screaming on the sidelines to “KICK HIS ---!” does not inspire the sort of tranquil atmosphere.

Most of my opponents understood. But their looks of pity were worse than the shame my parents brought me. Even these faded once I started to win match after match. Until at last I broke my father’s arm in the parking lot after one particularly heated match. I’ve always had a temper but seldom had I let it loose.

Then, the First Change: the night terrors, the intense surges of emotion, the “dog bite.” I had a tournament that night, classes in the morning—19 and in community college. Everything was crazy, I could hardly see straight. I thought that maybe it was the jet lag, or the sushi—we’d gotten back from Japan just yesterday.

I remember a pair of amber eyes in the crowd. Watching. I was going into spasms while we were driving back to the hotel. I don’t remember the crash, but I do remember my father getting out of the car to yell at the other drive, only to scream in the terror that lunacy brings—a scream, a scream of pain, then silence. Mother screamed, frightened, but couldn’t flee.

I got out. It was starting to rain.

I ran to my father, I looked up from him and saw amber eyes. I saw him, the slathering, ravening monster. "You will never escape the Anshega," he growled. I was frightened, but I was angry. I saw the moon, surrounded by a silver haze, but I did not see the other three sets of eyes.

Howls. Howls in the distance. It chilled me to the core, but pushed my blood to a boil. I threw back my head to scream my grief and my rage, and remember neither my howl, my blood.

I came to with the jaws of the one I would come to know as Howls-the-Storm’s-Fury at my neck, pinning me down. I smelled salt and copper, turned my head to look for the scent. A man’s throat was torn out.Dead amber eyes stared out at me, open and empty. The side of my face was wet, wet with rain and a and sticky, salty red blood of the Pure.

There is always blood at a Rahu’s First Change.

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Facts and Rumour

Knows Tei Kwan Leep
She bites...but at least you don't have to worry about shots!
Lora has a mate and a little boy. She doesn't talk about them much.

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Quotes

"If you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it'll spread over into the rest of your life. It'll spread over into your work, into your mortality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you." --Bruce Lee