by Matthew Hickey (4 Aug 1994)
Name: "Spinner" aliases: none age: ?? (early 20s) born: ?? (location: Detroit)
description: Spinner is a slight young male caucasian, about 5' 4". He has green eyes and crop cut dark brown hair. He dresses in expensive, stylish street clothes (European bent). His only other distinguishing feature is a spider tattoo on his left cheek.
Bete: Ananasi (Spider) Breed: Homid Totem: Queen Ananaswa Rank: 2 Nature: Architect Demeanor: Poltroon -- Attributes -- Physical: Strength 1, Dexterity 4, Stamina 2 Social: Charisma 4, Manipulation 4, Appearance 2 Mental: Perception 4, Intelligence 3, Wits 4 -- Abilities -- Talents: Alertness 3, Athletics 2, Brawl 2, Dodge 2, Empathy 3, Primal Urge 2, Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 3 Skills: Drive 3, Etiquette 1, Firearms 3, Melee 2, Stealth 4 Knowledges: Computer 3, Enigmas 4 (1), Investigation 2, Occult 4 (2), Rituals 1 Languages: English (native) Gifts: Persuasion, Wyrmling Kinship, Blur of the Milky Eye, Eyes of the Cat Rituals: Rite of Talisman Dedication, Rite of Binding Backgrounds: Familiar Spirit (Wyldling) 2, Resources 4, Pure Breed 1 Gnosis: 7 Bloodpool: max 12/ 2 per round Willpower: 9 Merits: Lightning Calculator, Computer Aptitude, Crack Driver, Daredevil, Charmed Existance, Natural Channel, Mixed-morph Flaws: Dark Secret, Colour Blindness, Banned Transfirmation (without using 1 BP), Dark Fate (killed by Wyrm at Apocalypse), Mark of the Predator (does not include spiders), Enemy (Hatar pack), Hatred (Hatar werespiders), Pierced Veil Gear/Equipment commonly used: Sports car, Ingram Mac10 smg, Glock 22 pistol, silver knife, computer (laptop, notebook, and 586 terminal w/ mainframe at home), cellphone, taser (hand- held) Spider tattoo: all attempts to divine his true form/ species are at +2 difficulty.
Spinner was born in Detroit to a WEB (Spider sept) of freedom fighters/ hackers. These were wiped out by a Pentax- supported mixed pack of Hatar and Black Spirals while Spinner was out "on assignment". He returned to find his family and friends wiped out, and the fact that the Hatar knew that one of the web survived. Taking all that wasn't nailed down or smashed, he fled to New York.
After successfully claiming the inheritance from the web's lawyers (through electronic conferencing), he discovered that he had come into a large sum of money with which to begin again. With little more than pure innate talent, Spinner found himself free-lancing for the Sunbeam Foundation (the Corax-owned information brokers) as an agent and a computer consultant/hacker. This job opened up doors and venues he hadn't dreamed of after living in squalor in the Motor City. He became flamboyant and rakish in attitude, until his fast life led the Hatar right to him.
He has since gone underground, taking no chances. He continues to work for the Foundation, but on a smaller scale, and keeping closer to more secretive groups like the vampires and mages.
RolePlaying Notes: Spinner is a poltroon. He seeks to live another
day. He plays a dangerous game however; toying with very
powerful beings, and stripping them of vital information.
He has taken an interest in chronicling the history of the
Weaver, and has started to look for other were-insects.
He has developed a kind of masquerade of his own to
protect his identity. When confronted by a something he
chooses to play on their egos, for example:
vampire- "I'm just a ghoul, see. My master is out of town right now, but he _is_ an elder you know. Has been known to be heard with royal ears, if you catch my drift."
werewolf- "Back off man, take it easy. I'm just Glass Walker kin, all right. The tattoo? My gang's old symbol. Hey man, I'm tellin' the truth here! Okay, okay, the Walker, you see, he gave me to this aztec injun, I think he said he was a great Crescent Moon of the ... of the ..., aw, you know, those water spirit things, oh yeah, the Uktena. Anyway that guy spooked me out, but they were both Garou right, and I'm kin, so anyways this Aztec put the tattoo on me, I don't know what it is or does, I'm not Garou, nobody tells me these things."
mages- "I'm just a failed aprentice, trying to help my friends as an alcolyte. How'd I fail, they say it was something I ate, no man, I'm serious, some progenitor virus or something. Messed up my soul, avatar, whatever. So now I've got none, they seemed kind of, you know, sad about it. They said I just couldn't see things the way they did. But they did keep me around to help them, so maybe I can win this war for them- to pay them back."
Sorry this one a little long, but the quotes are too good to pass up. In our rules, rank defines the max. bloodpool and number of blood points per round a werespider can use.