Zaxter996

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

@Zaxter996 Wanna have Tony and Yukie and Bobby and his band meet up?

@Grec

Yeah sounds good to me. Message me on Discord?

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Finally posted, and put my CS in the Character tab!!

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Bobby Miller

Name: Bobby Miller, “Walks-On-Razors”
Age: 23
Species: Werewolf
Appearance:

Homid Form

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Crinos Form

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Personality: Bobby is a fairly in-your-face kind of guy. He is very aggressive and assertive, although is not necessarily violent. Though he definitely can, he often prefers to settle arguments verbally, even though he may often come across threatening. Mostly out of kindness of the other party, he will try to resolves arguments before they come to blows, although his intimidation approach may not be the best.
Despite his intimidating, angry demeanor, he seems to command a great deal of respect. Or fear. Either way, it works for him. This is probably due to being a born performer and songwriter. People, more often than not, listen when speaks, and regularly has people asking for advice. Although his advice is often “Toughen the fuck up.”

Biography: Bobby grew up in New York, raised by a single father. The two of them lived in a shitty studio apartment in Brooklyn, barely getting by. His dad worked three jobs to keep them with shelter and food, so was rarely home to look after young Bobby. Because of that, he spent most of his time with the other families who lived in the same apartment building. There were three boys in particular he became good friends with quickly. Jake, Franky and Sammy. The four of them were inseparable, always causing mayhem. All four of them were outcasts, never seeming to fit in anywhere else, except with each other. They understood each other.
The four grew up through school together, and discovered their collective loves for music. In middle school, they formed a hardcore punk band, inspired by the likes of Black Flag and Suicidal Tendencies. This made their school hate them even more, because no one understood, but they loved it, and fun doing it.
The young band started getting a bit of attention, and the group of 13-14 year olds started getting asked to play in bars around Brooklyn. Bobby’s dad, recently fired from one of his three jobs, went along to all of these shows, now that he had the time, as well as the parents of the other boys.

After one particularly rowdy show, the boys were hanging out around the back of the bar, loading their stuff into the old beaten down van. The parents were all simultaneously busy, dealing with various things, when a group of men with “gang members” written all over them approached the young band. They started talking, and the boys thought nothing of it at first. They weren’t scared. They grew up here, they knew how to deal with that sort of thing. But the older men started picking on the smallest of the group, Sammy. Getting up in his face and tripping over. Jake and Franky backed up when they saw one of them had a gun in his hand. But Bobby was having none of their shit. No one picked on his band. His brothers. His pack. He pushed back, getting in between Sammy and the gang.
“Oh, we got a tough guy, do we?” One of them yelled out teasingly, to which Bobby replied by pushing him back again.
“I said back off!” Before anything else can be done, a gunshot is heard, followed by screams, and the gang starts running. But they don’t get far. A hulking behemoth of claws and fur is on top of them within a heartbeat, tearing them apart, as the rest of the boys look on in horror. Their parents gather them into the van, as Bobby’s uncle, who was lucky to be there that particular night, shifts into the same half-man, half-beast that Bobby had become. The much bigger and more restrained Garou managed to subdue Bobby before he hurt anyone else, though none of the men that attacked him were even in one piece anymore, let alone still alive.

Bobby was taken to the local Sept, where he learnt the ways of the Garou, and over the next few months, was surprisingly joined by Sammy and Jake. They were Garou as well, they just discovered it later. Bobby asked about Frank, to find that he was killed, the same night Sammy went through his First Change.
The trio went through their Rites of Passage together, joining the Bone Gnawer Tribe, the Tribe of Bobby’s Uncle. The three formed their own pack, and after returning to the city, continued the band. Although they refused for a long to time to replace Franky, their bassist, and played with just the three of them. They tour now, both as a band and as a Garou Pack, visiting other Cairns on their travels. Although they still love the city life. It’s what they’re used to.

Supporting Characters:
Sammy - Werewolf - Guitarist of Splintered
Sammy is still the smallest of the trio, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in feistiness. With ungodly amounts of energy, he is always moving, always looking for something to do, and impossible to pin down in a fight. He is a Ragabash, a natural trickster, and is absurdly sneaky.

Jake - Werewolf - Drummer of Splintered
The strong silent type, Jake is a man of few words. As a Philodox, Jake is the mediator of the trio, often the voice of reason. As a drummer, he definitely isn’t a small man, being very well muscled, and definite force to be reckoned with should he be brought to anger.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Bobby groaned to himself as he stirred to consciousness in the backseat of the station wagon as it cruised through the streets of the unfamiliar city. He had never been to LA before, but his band, Splintered, had a few gigs coming up in the city, which happened to be fairly coincidental. Apparently there was a lot going on in the supernatural underbelly, and that's not something Bobby and his band, who were also a tight nit pack of Garou, wanted to miss. "We there yet?" He mumbled, sitting up and looking at two sitting in the front. His band and packmates, Jake and Sammy.

"Yeah man, there's a local Stomping Ground a couple of blocks away." Jake, the muscled young man behind the wheel replied, chucking a take away bag back to Bobby.

"Awesome." Bobby dug through the small take away bag, pulling out a cheeseburger, chomping it down rather quickly. "Is it close to the bar we're playing at tonight?"

"Thankfully, it is. Only walking distance." The lanky bassist in the passenger seat answered, poring over a map of the city. "We'll go see the local rabble and ask around, see if we can get any information about what's going on in the city, then go set up in the bar."

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Will do! Sorry I haven't posted yet, still trying to figure out how to introduce my character...

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

@Grec Awesome, thanks! I'll get a post up tomorrow, because I gotta sleep now.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Bobby Miller

Name: Bobby Miller, “Walks-On-Razors”
Age: 23
Species: Werewolf
Appearance:

Homid Form

Crinos Form

Personality: Bobby is a fairly in-your-face kind of guy. He is very aggressive and assertive, although is not necessarily violent. Though he definitely can, he often prefers to settle arguments verbally, even though he may often come across threatening. Mostly out of kindness of the other party, he will try to resolves arguments before they come to blows, although his intimidation approach may not be the best.
Despite his intimidating, angry demeanor, he seems to command a great deal of respect. Or fear. Either way, it works for him. This is probably due to being a born performer and songwriter. People, more often than not, listen when speaks, and regularly has people asking for advice. Although his advice is often “Toughen the fuck up.”

Biography: Bobby grew up in New York, raised by a single father. The two of them lived in a shitty studio apartment in Brooklyn, barely getting by. His dad worked three jobs to keep them with shelter and food, so was rarely home to look after young Bobby. Because of that, he spent most of his time with the other families who lived in the same apartment building. There were three boys in particular he became good friends with quickly. Jake, Franky and Sammy. The four of them were inseparable, always causing mayhem. All four of them were outcasts, never seeming to fit in anywhere else, except with each other. They understood each other.
The four grew up through school together, and discovered their collective loves for music. In middle school, they formed a hardcore punk band, inspired by the likes of Black Flag and Suicidal Tendencies. This made their school hate them even more, because no one understood, but they loved it, and fun doing it.
The young band started getting a bit of attention, and the group of 13-14 year olds started getting asked to play in bars around Brooklyn. Bobby’s dad, recently fired from one of his three jobs, went along to all of these shows, now that he had the time, as well as the parents of the other boys.

After one particularly rowdy show, the boys were hanging out around the back of the bar, loading their stuff into the old beaten down van. The parents were all simultaneously busy, dealing with various things, when a group of men with “gang members” written all over them approached the young band. They started talking, and the boys thought nothing of it at first. They weren’t scared. They grew up here, they knew how to deal with that sort of thing. But the older men started picking on the smallest of the group, Sammy. Getting up in his face and tripping over. Jake and Franky backed up when they saw one of them had a gun in his hand. But Bobby was having none of their shit. No one picked on his band. His brothers. His pack. He pushed back, getting in between Sammy and the gang.
“Oh, we got a tough guy, do we?” One of them yelled out teasingly, to which Bobby replied by pushing him back again.
“I said back off!” Before anything else can be done, a gunshot is heard, followed by screams, and the gang starts running. But they don’t get far. A hulking behemoth of claws and fur is on top of them within a heartbeat, tearing them apart, as the rest of the boys look on in horror. Their parents gather them into the van, as Bobby’s uncle, who was lucky to be there that particular night, shifts into the same half-man, half-beast that Bobby had become. The much bigger and more restrained Garou managed to subdue Bobby before he hurt anyone else, though none of the men that attacked him were even in one piece anymore, let alone still alive.

Bobby was taken to the local Sept, where he learnt the ways of the Garou, and over the next few months, was surprisingly joined by Sammy and Jake. They were Garou as well, they just discovered it later. Bobby asked about Frank, to find that he was killed, the same night Sammy went through his First Change.
The trio went through their Rites of Passage together, joining the Bone Gnawer Tribe, the Tribe of Bobby’s Uncle. The three formed their own pack, and after returning to the city, continued the band. Although they refused for a long to time to replace Franky, their bassist, and played with just the three of them. They tour now, both as a band and as a Garou Pack, visiting other Cairns on their travels. Although they still love the city life. It’s what they’re used to.

Supporting Characters:
Sammy - Werewolf - Guitarist of Splintered
Sammy is still the smallest of the trio, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in feistiness. With ungodly amounts of energy, he is always moving, always looking for something to do, and impossible to pin down in a fight. He is a Ragabash, a natural trickster, and is absurdly sneaky.

Jake - Werewolf - Drummer of Splintered
The strong silent type, Jake is a man of few words. As a Philodox, Jake is the mediator of the trio, often the voice of reason. As a drummer, he definitely isn’t a small man, being very well muscled, and definite force to be reckoned with should he be brought to anger.

@Grec
There's my CS! I hope you like him. Let me know what you think, or if there's anything I should change or add! I welcome all constructive criticism. It's actually my first time properly writing up a Garou character, or any WoD character for that matter, so it might not be great.

@DepressedSoviet
Ahh that's awesome! I feel like that definitely would be a great way to play a Bone Gnawer. As a Galliard, Bobby is more interested in telling stories through music. Angry, gritty stories, but still stories.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

@Grec Awesome, thank you! And yeah, I know, but those three are the ones I narrowed it down to, since I know nothing about the others. I've decided with Bone Gnawer Garou. Just writing up the CS now.

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Excellent! I will get a CS to you ASAP! Once I decide if I want to play a Garou, Kindred or a Mage... It's a hard decision!

EDIT: I have one question first! When is this set? 90's/2000's? I need to know. For... Reasons...

L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

Ooooh are you guys still accepting?! I've been looking for something set in Classic WoD for ages, so I'd love to be a part of this!