Werewolf Cerces
Clan:
Character description
The offer of a friend for a girls get away weekend in a secluded Adirondack camp couldn't have come at a better time. Her work in the Department of Social Services was beginning to get to her. As a child advocate and case worker she saw some of the worst humanity had to offer. She was beginning to wish she wasn't part of a race that could allow such things to happen. Yet again her latest instincts had been blown off by her superiors and led to the death of a 3 year old freckle faced boy. She was feeling helpless, angry and burnt out. A quiet weekend would be the tonic; she hoped.
But one should be careful what they wish for. And you would think she would have learned not to push that instinct aside.
She sensed something the minute they pulled up to the camp. Something felt, odd. An acrid taste on her tongue, a strange charge in the air, but nothing she could lay a name to. Instead of paying attention, she followed her girlfriends and a bottle of expensive wine at the end of the dock to watch the full moon rise. Laughter had turned to yelps of shock and finally full throated screams. The last thing she remembered was the earthy sent of warm fur and an odd pressure at her throat.
She awoke dazed and confused in a hospital 2 weeks later. She tried to get back to her life, but things where different. She felt more aggressive, her perception seemed to have become sharper. She could smell better, hear better. The long time vegetarian found herself almost drooling over raw steaks at the grocery store.
A phone call from the Adirondack police investigating the crime had her traveling back to the secluded forest a lunar month after her friends slaughter. She was needed to answer some questions, and yes she was really needed there. They couldn't come to her. She checked into the lodge they had arranged, and wondered at the odd accommodations. The room was huge, the doors inordinantly heavy. She started to see a figure in the shadows. She turned to run but the moon had risen, yellow and pregnant in it's autumn fullness. A howl tore from the throat of the figure in her room...answered by more melodic howls from beyond her walls. Her memory cleared. She knew what had happened, she backed into the dresser sure they had lured her back to kill her as well. She caught site of the moon then. And realised the pounding of her heart, the heaviness in her limbs, the prickling at her neck had nothing to do with fear. She suddenly understood why the attack hadn't hurt...it was all saved for the first change. As the pain swept her along into the change she heard her own voice lifted in Moon Song...and Cerces was born.
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But one should be careful what they wish for. And you would think she would have learned not to push that instinct aside.
She sensed something the minute they pulled up to the camp. Something felt, odd. An acrid taste on her tongue, a strange charge in the air, but nothing she could lay a name to. Instead of paying attention, she followed her girlfriends and a bottle of expensive wine at the end of the dock to watch the full moon rise. Laughter had turned to yelps of shock and finally full throated screams. The last thing she remembered was the earthy sent of warm fur and an odd pressure at her throat.
She awoke dazed and confused in a hospital 2 weeks later. She tried to get back to her life, but things where different. She felt more aggressive, her perception seemed to have become sharper. She could smell better, hear better. The long time vegetarian found herself almost drooling over raw steaks at the grocery store.
A phone call from the Adirondack police investigating the crime had her traveling back to the secluded forest a lunar month after her friends slaughter. She was needed to answer some questions, and yes she was really needed there. They couldn't come to her. She checked into the lodge they had arranged, and wondered at the odd accommodations. The room was huge, the doors inordinantly heavy. She started to see a figure in the shadows. She turned to run but the moon had risen, yellow and pregnant in it's autumn fullness. A howl tore from the throat of the figure in her room...answered by more melodic howls from beyond her walls. Her memory cleared. She knew what had happened, she backed into the dresser sure they had lured her back to kill her as well. She caught site of the moon then. And realised the pounding of her heart, the heaviness in her limbs, the prickling at her neck had nothing to do with fear. She suddenly understood why the attack hadn't hurt...it was all saved for the first change. As the pain swept her along into the change she heard her own voice lifted in Moon Song...and Cerces was born.
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Statistics
| Total loot: | 140.62 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 18 |
| Fights: | 17 |
| Victories: | 7 |
| Defeats: | 10 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 0.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 0.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 287 |
| Damage from enemies: | 852.11 |
The attributes of Cerces:
| Character level: | Level 2 |
| Strength: |    (9) |
| Defence: | (9) |
| Agility: | (9) |
| Stamina: | (9) |
| Dexterity: | (9) |
| Experience: |   (19|20) |
The ancestral site statistics of Cerces
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
Profile
| Gender: | female |
| Age: | 31-40 Years |
| Hometown: | --- |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | ladysdreamin@hotmail.com |
| Yahoo Messenger: | --- |
| AIM-Name: | --- |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
Cerces has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
Cerces has created 1 Werewolves so far:
| Muralee | Level 1 | Loot 0 kgs of flesh |