Originally from the LA area, Bernie arrived in St. Claire as a pre-change runaway. She spent a few nights hiding out in museums and libaries at night, and hanging out and reading mainly in Harbor Park during the day. After her kinfetch alerted the local Gnawers to her imminent firsting, she underwent the most laidback cubnapping of all time (with the possible exception of Anneka's), and subsequently, one of the least traumatic first changes possible. Lucky kid.
Shall we call her Rubenesque? At about 5'6", the girl looks to be carrying around two hundred pounds, giving her a somewhat matronly version of an hourglass figure for a girl in her mid-teens. Cliche as it is, she really does have a pretty face. It's a bit plump and tawny freckles are scattered across her nose and cheeks, but otherwise her complexion is unblemished, and her features are well balanced. Full lips frame almost-straight teeth, often revealed in a cheerful grin, and large, almond-shaped eyes, the irises a warm, gold-flecked shade of brown and the lashes thick and dark, peer out brightly through wire-rimmed glasses. Her mass of unruly black curls falls untamed to the middle of her back, stray strands frequently dangling before her face. She doesn't appear to be wearing even a touch of makeup, and her only visible jewelry is a slim golden chain about her neck, bearing a small star of David.
Her style of dress is equally unlikely to get her on the cover of Cosmopolitan. A cotton tanktop, faded by age from black to merely dark grey, molds itself to her upper body; the fairly high neckline deemphasizes her bustiness, as does the huge grey flannel men's shirt which practically engulfs her. The tanktop is tucked into a threadbare pair of baggy dark blue jeans, cinched tightly around her surprisingly small waist by what appears to be a seatbelt -- the buckle even reads "GM". The frayed hems pool around the ankles of her decrepit black Docs, laced with sparkly silver laces which have also seen better days. Atop all this is a huge and ancient black leather motorcycle jacket, the cuffs of which constantly fall down over her hands. Slung over hershoulder is a bulging canvas backpack, probably military surplus, dotted with patches and pins in various colours and states of repair.
Strength: 2 (2) Charisma: 3 (3) Perception: 3 (3) Willpower: 6 (6)
Dexterity: 3 (3) Manipulation:2 (2) Intelligence:5 (5) Gnosis: 2 (2)
Stamina: 2 (2) Appearance: 2 (2) Wits: 3 (3) Rage: 2 (2)
Gifts: Persuasion Open Seal Scent of Sweet Honey Blur of the Milky Eye
GM Info: Bernie has a very, very wide range of knowledges from her almost obsessive reading,
and has a bit of trivia, at least, about almost anything and everything. She has about college
level knowledge of math, biology, chemistry, and a rather random grabbag of history, and is
really a very good writer. She expresses herself quite well on paper, though her perfect
spelling, punctuation, and (only when written...) grammar have always been more surprising
to her teachers. Periodically, she commits poetry. She can research like nobody's business.
She has an affinity for computers, knows her way around the internet pretty well; did a touch
of low-grade cracking in the last year or two, minor things like breaking into other computers
on the school network and, for example, changing stories in the school newspaper to be
more... interesting. She's really good at first person shooters. She sings quite well, and has
basic first aid & CPR knowledge (Red Cross card, expired by two years, is still in her wallet).
She's passed Red Cross swimming lessons up to Intermediate, and, though she has very
little formal training in fighting, ended up in enough brawls at school and has had enough
practise since first change to know how to hurt people (and things), and as far as she's
concerned, pretty much anything goes. She has a vague idea what to do with a knife or gun,
but very little actual experience with the former and none with the latter. She's not half bad
at shoplifting, and can be sneaky and quiet enough to get in, out of, and around in a smallish
house with eight other occupants without (usually) getting caught. And, of course, she's a
master level roleplayer, in knowledge and ability. ;)
|February 05, 2001||Reconnaissance Art||In which there is chatting and Chinese food, and Bernie and Matt finally carry out Phase One of The Secret Plan.|
|February 06, 2001||Mah Biscuits Are Burnin'!||In which there is chatting and teaching, Bernie meets Sepdet and sees the fabled Righ, and Steven's ass is even hotter than usual (I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist).|
|February 07, 2001||Honor, Wisdom, and Glory||In which Bernie tells Matt about Steven's misfortune, and learns about the creeds.|
|February 08, 2001||Bernie's First Moot||In which Bernie chats with (at various times) Yi, Alicia, Collin (relating the tale of Steven's misfortune again), Sepdet, and Joseph, as well as attending her first moot|
|February 09, 2001||Baddog||In which Yi helps Banecruncher find the mind he lost, Kaz shows Bernie the park's Umbra, and Bernie recruits another co-conspirator...|
|February 10, 2001||Ophelia Enters The Hamlet||In which an old Gnawer Cliath returns with a new Walker cub.|
|February 11, 2001||WWF (WereWolf Farmhouse) Smackdown!||In which Yi gives Rotem the -serious- smackdown. And everyone thinks it's about damn time. Go Yi!|
|February 12, 2001||Collied (adj.): Blackened, As If With Soot.||In which Bernie and Alicia have Arts & Crafts day and chat, then run into Squall at the caern. Oh, and Bernie quotes Shakespeare. 'cause he's cool.|
|February 13, 2001||History and Anthropology||In which Kaz gets a surprising suggestion from Elan and tells Bernie more about the BSDs and other history, and news is related at the Farmhouse.|
|February 14, 2001||These Are Not The Droids You're Looking For||In which Yi takes Bernie to Tin Yen hoping to kill two birds with one stone: teaching Bernie Persuasion, and getting Yi's job back.|
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