Izzy arrived in the city in mid-February 2012, and was generally spotted around the streets putting up fliers on telephone poles and such -- there was a photo of a woman in her 30s on them, and a request that if anyone'd seen her, they call the phone number on the little strips cut into the bottom of the sign. As one might guess, that was Izzy's mother, who had disappeared a few months before the cub's father unexpectedly died, and who had sent her last postcard from St. Claire.
...writing without gendered pronouns is pretty awkward, but it was an interesting experiment, and the character was fun. Sadly, a combination of trouble with my hands and Izzy's mentor OOCly disappearing cut things off early.
No more than 13 or 14 years old, maybe five and a half feet tall and all skinny-wiry in that decidedly not-filled-out-yet way. Wavy coffee-coloured hair's been somewhat haphazardly cut, or perhaps allowed to grow out; it's barely above the collar in the back, and in the front a floppy fringe half-hides dark, solid eyebrows and constantly threatens to fall into a pair of wide hazel eyes. The kid's tawny complected, with a smattering of noticable freckles across the cheeks and the strong, straight nose, and seems thus far to be mostly winning the battle against teenage acne. A wide, somewhat full-lipped mouth contains clean but slightly crooked teeth, untamed by braces. One might also notice a certain alert balance to the stance -- not aggressive, but more like a coiled spring of potential energy restrained just beneath a placid surface.
Today's clothing seems to have been dictated mainly by comfort and the weather: old but presentable jeans, well-loved black high-top converse, and a open blue plaid flannel over a loose grey t-shirt that features a crash between the TARDIS and the DeLorean. The degree of cold means an ankle-length tan wool coat has been added to the outfit, and the whole thing is topped off with a multi-coloured striped knit scarf of truly remarkable length. An old brown leather satchel hanging off one shoulder completes the ensemble.
Yon creature has a lean and hungry look -- and a glint in the yellow eye that suggests thinking too much, to boot. Such beasts are dangerous. With relatively sleek ebony fur, long legs, a particularly long and narrow snout, and barely any ruff-fur around the neck, the skinny canid brings to mind the jackals of Egyptian art more than the wolves of the Washington woods. Aerodynamically built, more for speed than strength, even if there were more meat on the delicate bones; the overall effect is a fairly elegant-looking animal.
Strength: 1 (1) Charisma: 2 (2) Perception: 3 (3) Willpower: 4 (4)
Dexterity: 3 (3) Manipulation:3 (3) Intelligence:3 (3) Gnosis: 3 (3)
Stamina: 3 (3) Appearance: 2 (2) Wits: 3 (3) Rage: 3 (3)
Gifts: Echoes Truth of Gaia Sense of the Transformation
GM Info: Izzy's mother is a Silent Strider whose human name is Jennifer Sparks; she's been
through St. Claire as recently as October 2011, but not heard from since. Her husband died
in about November, leaving Izzy with no known family aside from her; that's what brings the
kid to St. Claire, Jennifer's last known whereabouts.
Izzy holds a blue belt in Hapkido, and is an avid runner. Other talents include messing
with computers, cooking, and building and fixing things, including simple car maintenance --
at least parts that don't require much in the way of strength.
Izzy's satchel is almost always on hand, and can hold quite a lot; even when it isn't
being used as an ersatz suitcase, one of the smaller pockets always carries a fairly large
swiss army knife, a lighter, some string, a nailclipper, a flashlight, a small notebook with
a couple pens, a rubber band or two, some safety pins, a twist-tie, and a ziploc baggie in
there. Because you never know when something might come in handy. There's also a couple
parental keepsakes: a brass pocket-watch style compass from Mom, and Dad's wedding ring.
|February 17, 2012||A Phone Call||A telephone call offers unexpected help.|
|February 17, 2012||All Meetings Are Improved By Pizza||Pizza, the PI, Sera, and Kaz.|
|February 19, 2012||Park Life||A cold morning in the park, nearly appropriate for meeting someone named Nieve.|
|March 04, 2012||Goodwill to All||Checking out the thrift store, meeting Val.|
|March 10, 2012||Izzy's Cubnapping (and the Change)||A copy machine just barely avoids destruction via werewolf.|
|March 12, 2012||Litany, Part the First||Izzy's teaching begins.|
|March 15, 2012||Litany 2: Hey, That Guy's New||Djehuti tries to make further inroads on Izzy's teaching, but they're interrupted by a new arrival.|
|March 17, 2012||Crinos in the Face!||Practice with four legs, and a Corax comes bearing news.|
|March 17, 2012||Meeting Flint (and Jacey... and Aaron...)||Meeting more folks.|
|March 18, 2012||Litany GET!||Our heroes finally make it to the end of the Litany!|
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