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== Background ==
== Background ==
<p>His father was a Bone Gnawer. His mother was a stray dog.</p>
<p>His father was a Bone Gnawer. His mother was a stray dog.</p>


<p>His father didn't live to see him born. His littermates didn't make it out of the drowning-bag.</p>
<p>'''Uncle' Raccoon manifested in the world with the rest of the spirits during the Calling. As the bone is snapped, many make their return home, but this one lingers on to hear the story as only a Talesinger can tell it. Their existence is tenuous, and their appearance is uncanny - it is less like an actual raccoon of flesh and blood and fur, and more a hallucination of round shapes and a dark mask and busy little hands. That mask is turned downward by sadness. Raccoon perches atop their own totem statuette, and addresses the crowd with gestures that are understood by all. The busy little hands speak volumes.''</p>


<p>The river didn't kill him, but the streets would have... if he hadn't fallen under the protection of Uncle Raccoon and Grandmother Rat.</p>
<p>''"His father was Bending-The-Arc, born of Rat Tribe under the crescent moon. His mother was a free spirit. He hoped she could heal the break in his heart. For a while, she could. But only for a while."''</p>


<p>He loped from San Diego to Los Angeles, driven by the dreams his godparents gave him.</p>
<p>''"Harano tore Bending-the-Arc's hope from him. To spare his children the pain of his world, he killed them - and their mother, too, when she tried to stop him - and then, himself. Only one survived. I saw him come to the shore, small and wet and dying. I thought that he should not die yet. Rat agreed."''</p>


<p>First change, on the way. A journey of revelation, in the Umbra. Bane-flesh in his teeth. No more ''running dog'', no more ''hiding dog''. Now the wolf moon has called him.</p>
<p>''"For three years I dreamed with Bites-The-Hand. I taught him lessons. I helped him become wise, to know how to survive stray. I was there with him in his suffering. I was there in his broken heart. He was one of my brood. I led him to this place."''</p>


<p>Where the hand of the Wyrm reaches out, his mouth awaits like an open gate.</p>
<p>''"I knew that he would die here... That was his fate. But, I did not know that he would'' live ''here so well. He knew enough happiness here to make those three bad years feel very far away.''"</p>


== RP Hooks ==
<p>''"I loved him. He loved you. Thank you for taking care of my boy."''</p>
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Dog of Chaos:''' Bites-the-Hand has no respect for the human social contract. That can be funny, and it can be terrifying. In his human guise, he is infamous on Nextdoor comment threads.</p>
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Spirit Heritage:''' He was raised from a puppy by his spirit godparents, Grandmother Rat and Uncle Raccoon, after he was lost to the streets. Now, in addition to his excellent rapport with all the spiritual powers of Man's urban demesnes, he communes directly with the animistic essences of urban objects around him. Maybe it's just his vivid imagination, or maybe there's something more to it, but don't be shocked if he has a conversation with a horrific necktie.</p>
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Ingenue:''' Bites has gaps in his understanding of the world. He's a ripe target for Exposition about World of Darkness lore - or, for that matter, basic elementary school education.</p>
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Ahroun:''' He is always down to go kill banes. Or Pentex executives. Or golfers. ''Anyone at all,'' really...</p>
<p>[[image:Dot black-mini.png|15px|link=]] '''Bone Gnawer:''' Bites has a very thin understanding of his Tribe, but is eager to learn more... from someone besides Uncle Raccoon and Grandmother Rat, who tell the same stories every time.</p>


== Contacts ==
<p>''Uncle Raccoon's busy hands grow still, and his gaze turns down. He dissolves back in to the umbra beyond, like tears falling in to the distant and silvery sea.''</p>
<p>[[Image:VagrantIcon.png|50px|link=]] Bites-the-Hand has friends on the other side of the Gauntlet. With Spirit Heritage 5, he can talk up the spirits of the city, but will he ever think to do so?</p>


==Logs==
==Logs==

Revision as of 22:18, 16 November 2022




Here is the lesson: I was born stupid, and I am still stupid.

Background

His father was a Bone Gnawer. His mother was a stray dog.

'Uncle' Raccoon manifested in the world with the rest of the spirits during the Calling. As the bone is snapped, many make their return home, but this one lingers on to hear the story as only a Talesinger can tell it. Their existence is tenuous, and their appearance is uncanny - it is less like an actual raccoon of flesh and blood and fur, and more a hallucination of round shapes and a dark mask and busy little hands. That mask is turned downward by sadness. Raccoon perches atop their own totem statuette, and addresses the crowd with gestures that are understood by all. The busy little hands speak volumes.

"His father was Bending-The-Arc, born of Rat Tribe under the crescent moon. His mother was a free spirit. He hoped she could heal the break in his heart. For a while, she could. But only for a while."

"Harano tore Bending-the-Arc's hope from him. To spare his children the pain of his world, he killed them - and their mother, too, when she tried to stop him - and then, himself. Only one survived. I saw him come to the shore, small and wet and dying. I thought that he should not die yet. Rat agreed."

"For three years I dreamed with Bites-The-Hand. I taught him lessons. I helped him become wise, to know how to survive stray. I was there with him in his suffering. I was there in his broken heart. He was one of my brood. I led him to this place."

"I knew that he would die here... That was his fate. But, I did not know that he would live here so well. He knew enough happiness here to make those three bad years feel very far away."

"I loved him. He loved you. Thank you for taking care of my boy."

Uncle Raccoon's busy hands grow still, and his gaze turns down. He dissolves back in to the umbra beyond, like tears falling in to the distant and silvery sea.

Logs

Gallery

Vital Stats

Full Name: Bites-The-Hand
Appears As: Bites-The-Hand
Apparent Age: Thirties
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: About 220 lb
Tribe: Bone Gnawers
Rank: Cliath (1)
Auspice: Ahroun
Affiliation: None yet.

Notable Stats

Mauling 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️
Primal-Urge 🔴🔴🔴🔴⚫️
Spirit Heritage 🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴


Soundtrack

Alcohol ~ Sisyphus
Dumb ~ Haezer
Call ~ Zamilska
The Only Thing I Know For Real ~ Tyson Yen
Oceans (Where Feet May Fall) ~ Hillsong
Wig Split ~ Kordhell
Mohomoneh ~ Pura Fé
Feels Like Summer ~ Childish Gambino
Opal Vessel ~ Silhouette of Nobody
Death Grips ~ Eh ~ Boolus 'Sleh' remix