Marvel Greets With Smoking Thunder Blackburn

I need to move, I need to fight, I need to lose myself tonight.

Description:

Dexterity: ●●●● (Attack)
Stamina: ●●●● (Soak)
Firearms: ●●●● (Pistols)
Strength: ●●●
Perception: ●●●
Wits: ●●●
Brawl: ●●●
Melee: ●●●
Survival: ●●●
Merits: Ambidextrous, Daredevil
Flaws: Impatient, Intolerance, Short

Bio:

Born an Ahroun Bone Gnawer in the Allegheny Mountains of West Virginia, Marvel Blackburn cubbed up in the small Hillfolk-run Sept of the Greenbrier in the Monongahela National Forest. She’s small, she’s still newish in her Cliath status, and she’s got a chip on her shoulder the size of a boulder. But, you know, her heart’s in the right place. Even if her anger sometimes isn’t.

Bone Gnawer: Marvel is a Hillfolk Bone Gnawer. Are you one, too? Or maybe you’re an urban cousin? If so, she hasn’t met many of you, yet, and she’d love to hear what the city side of life is like.

Small Ball of Fury: So, this one’s kind of hard for people to miss. Marvel’s just plain short, with a small frame to go with it. If you want to set her off, all you have to do is point it out.

Backwoods Sheltered: Marvel’s former sept was almost entirely Hillfolk Bone Gnawers, with maybe an Uktena or two wandering in and out. A couple of Fianna Galliards would visit once in a great while for the stories and the moonshine, but otherwise, her exposure to the other tribes was next to nil. She has ideas about them, but they’re probably based on stereotypes. Want to help her learn and straighten her out?

Hillfolk Hospitality: Bone Gnawers can be known for being generous hosts with what they have, and the concept of personal ownership was a pretty fuzzy one at Marvel’s former sept. Almost all resources were shared, a necessity for the caern to stay alive. So, do you need a place to crash? Marvel will welcome you, even if all she’s sleeping in is a depression in the ground. Need something Marvel might have? If you can convince her you need it more than her right then, it’s probably yours until she needs it back. Need help with something? Unless she absolutely can’t do it (because of another promise, it would violate a ban, or she’s too injured or sick), she will almost always say yes. It doesn’t matter who you are. After all, we’re all family in Gaia’s eyes, right?

Pewpewpew: The little Ahroun ain’t too bad with a gun. Want to learn how to shoot? She’ll be happy to teach. Somebody need shootin’? She’ll be happy to do that, too.

Good With Her Hands: Marvel’s pretty handy at repairing all sorts of things, especially older vehicles. Got something what needs fixing, from kitchen tools on up to a bus? She’s just fine setting to work, although she’s definitely a function over form type, so don’t expect it to look pretty when she’s done. Also, if you’ve got something to junk, she’ll be more than glad to take it off your hands, so she can either fix it up for her own use, or source it for parts if it’s too busted to salvage.

Questionable Taste: Marvel’s former sept, where she spent her formative cub years, follows Goat. She’ll eat just about anything edible. Maybe you can help her refine her tastes? Or, conversely, if you cooked up something that nobody else will come within six feet of, she’ll probably wolf it down and say thank you about it, to boot.

Marvel Greets With Smoking Thunder Blackburn

Sept of the 8th Sign thegoatfootedballoonman