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Michael Valentine Caucasian: Irish/German Mid 20's Boxer/Mechanic Clan: Brujah Covenant: Carthian Michael Valentine grew up on the mean streets of New York. He started work, selling papers at a young age, and learned to make his own way. His father was an abusive alcoholic, and his mother was too si...

Imoak watches the feline cry. Unable to understand its sudden break down, he begins to feel uneasy. He steels himself to wait a bit longer, and see if the creature reveals anything useful to him. However, his chaotic mind does not let him hold focus for long, and he quickly finds himself growing mor...

Imoak stared at the cat, unaffected by its obvious distress, such emotions were useless to him. "Fun, play... you and I have very different notions about these concepts. My kind of fun, was not meant for you. Fun can only be found in danger, battle, and women. In the midst of war, or gripped by...

Not so much alarmed, as annoyed at the magic rocks Imoak simply looked at the feline. "Is there a point to this?", he asked. "I can't spend my time playing childish games, when a life with meaning waits for me elsewhere. That creature back at the hut said you wanted to talk, so lets t...

OOC:: WTF! ::sigh:: Well, I tried to humor them, but now its time for the barbarian to 'play'. Just remember, you called the thunder, now reap the whirlwind. Imoak sizes up the cat, and the structure, and grins wildly. In his mind the words 'game', and 'play' could only mean one thing. In an instant...

The barbarian looks down at the small creature, "You're Flare I take it?" he asks gruffly, "I suppose it depends on what you mean by 'play'."

Imoak listened to the creature as she spoke. He saw the articles, which once belonged to this other warrior. Apart of him felt regret that he would never be able to meet such a mighty being in battle. So few adversaries gave him pause, or granted him the wisdom that comes from conflict. He never fel...

Imoak shrugs and follows the creature, mildly interested in what she had to show him. As he walked he spoke, "My rage is my power. Scary as it may be, it makes me what I am. I have grown these past few years, and become mighty. I am on a quest to thwart the gods, passion and violence are the to...

Imaok shrugged at the query, "I guess that's me. I bear the mark of the Duneshadow...", Imoak pulled his cloak, and turned so as to reveal his marking, "and Rrerrin did indeed ask me to watch over some cats. So what's all this about anyway? Where am I?"

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"Ahem", Imoak coughed, the closest to an 'excuse me' he would ever come. "Do either of you know what I'm suppose to be doing here. There were these cats you see, and they sort of directed me here. I don't actually know where here is though."

Imoak looked around, and saw a peaceful land of magical things... he found himself at a loss as to why the cats would want him here. He watched the cat sprit scamper off into the underbrush, and sighed. He growled under his breath, and started walking toward the tree house. Maybe someone there could...

(OOC: Imoak... doesn't have hair. He's a goliath.)

Imoak looks, at the portal, and then the strange felines with some trepidation. The sudden magical outpouring, couple with their yowling, sets his nerves on edge. He vaguely remembered saying something to the great cat spirit, about watching these small creatures, and decided his course. If they wan...

Ah, I understand.