Description:
Alexander's a common looking suburban kid with little special in his appearance- short and shaggy dark brown hair with bushy eyebrows- Hazel colored eyes and a nose just right for his face. He’s wears a simple pair of blue jeans and a light colored dress t-shirt. A prep if there ever was one. He’d be perfectly lost in a crowd as suburban teen #6 if it wasn’t for his height- an above average 6’1.
Obvious Details:
Pure Breed 4
Spiritual Heritage 3 (Bird Spirits)
Rage:2
Gnosis:4
Less Than Obvious Details:
When Silver Fang kinfolk Della and Noah Cartwright welcomed their twins into the world on the morning of October 27, 2000, Noah’s kinfolk brother Conner Cartwright was there to help celebrate the joyous event.
10 months later Conner and his Silver Fang bride (Ahroun) would welcome their own child to the world, Alexander Cartwright.
For all intents and purposes Alexander was a fairly normal child, he grew up within the Sept’s walls and learned fast what the Garou life meant to be. Even more he learned what it meant to be a Silver Fang and a member of the House Wyrmfoe; to share the same blood as Jacob Morningkill and Jonas Albercht. And while no ritual can firmly tell if a soul will bred true or not, All the signs were there. The unnatural interest, the spiritual calling, the sense of pride and awe in the wolves he learned to see as his family.
The only problem was, he never changed.
As the years went by Alexander grew out of the common expected age range for Garou to first change. And on his 16th birthday he gave up the dream entirely.
That was the same year his mother died, lost in a raid on a Spiral hive.
Her death left him feeling personally responsible. If he had only changed, maybe he could have been there fighting with her. Maybe he would have made a difference. But the blood in him wasn’t strong enough, and doubt began to creep in. He would never be able to do what his mother could do, nor what his older cousin Parker could do either.
Realizing he would never be able to do what his brew true brothers and sisters could do, never do what he cousin Parker could do, he asked his father what now? The ice caps are melting, the world is dying, how can I help?
And his father, an ex-military marine himself, taught Alexander how to pick up a gun.
For the next year Conner trained Alexander in the ways of military combat, providing him a kind of basic training and skills that many kinfolk had wish to learn in hopes they could help defend their Sept. While guns are typically frowned upon by the old school Silver Fangs, for the maverick like House Wyrmfoe, desperate times allowed for wild innovations.
Alexander would get a chance to prove his mettle when a spiral raid came on the year anniversary of his mother’s death. BSD’s broke the front line and charged headlong into a small battalion of armed, firing kinfolk. They took many lives but a pair of them got through to the gunners. One grabbed Conner in his massive mitts and ripped him apart right before Alexander’s eyes. In his screaming rage Alexander first changed and frenzied. Ripping apart the pair of them and saving what remained of the kinfolk battalion.
For the next year Alexander would train for his Rite of Passage; where as a theurge he was expected to serve as the link between the spiritual and physical. He learned the rites and spoke to the spirits, but with his family gone, he felt incomplete, he felt distant and alone. And after he completed his RoP, he ventured off to meet the only family he had left. To join his cousin on the battlefield.
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