Kuso T'tare

Kuso T’tare
(Claw Swimmer – Mutant Claw Strider)

Attributes: Str: 9 Dex: 4 Sta: 9 Cha: 2 Man: 2 App: 3 Per: 3 Int: 2 Wit: 3

Willpower: 7

Compassion: 1
Conviction: 2
Temperance: 1
Valor: 4

Abilities: Athletics 3 (Sprinting +1), Awareness 3 (Sharp Sight +3), Dodge 2, Integrity 2, Investigation 2, Martial Arts 3 (Bite +1, Claw +1), Performance 0 (Mating Dances +1) Presence 2 (Intimidation +2), Resistance 2, Stealth 3 (Ambush +3), Survival 3

Health levels: -0×3 -1×3 -2×2 -4×2 I

Mutations: Man-Thought Evolution, Man-Speech Evolution, Gills, Elemental Adaptation: Water, Huge

There are a full 300 Lunar shards in Creation, and yet so few famous Lunars. The truth of the folly of the Chosen of the Moon is that they, like all Celestial Exalts, often become victims of hubris. The keen eye to survival that earned them Luna’s blessing so often falls short when the comforts of Exalted power can make one feel greater than even the gods, and even those poor souls in the ‘care’ of a young Lunar may one day grow strong enough to slate those unnatural hungers their master has poured into them.

Kuso T’tare’s story begins with such an act. His master, a now-nameless young Lunar, underestimated beast’s will. One night, while the Lunar slept, Kuso, after having been tortured and tormented, shaped into a new being, and finally given intelligence, felt his strength return to him, and for a moment, he could force down the false love writ onto his mind. He had but one desire.

He remembers fondly the feel of the Lunar’s neck as he pulled it from his master’s torso. He watched the beast’s silver-flecked blood course from its veins and pool in the stone. He heard the howl of his master’s hungry ghost, and smiled at the strange texture of the creature’s putty-like flesh as he tore his former captor into digestable hunks.

And then, he wandered. He hunted, killed and fed his newfound curiosities and intelligence. During the day, he was king of the South-eastern jungles, an amphibious predator of the utmost ferocity with a particular love for consuming those other tainted beasts left by his young master’s brief, prolific, life. By night, he hid from Luna’s silver light, and kept his presence hidden from those strange and powerful beings whose paths he crossed out of fear of being dominated again.

Then he found himself hunted, for the scent of Lunar taint on him, and for the voraciousness with which he pillaged the countryside. Cornered, a daiklave to his throat, the roar of a monsoon bearing down on him, he plead his case. He plead it well, for in the Exalt who was sent to kill him, he found a friend, and a sister-in-arms with which to share glorious victory and a passion for cleansing the forests of the East. He has traveled with Rain-On-Cracked-Soil since she was 14 years old, a steadfast companion and mount. His respect for her is matched only by his joy in hunting, and the wandering, solitary lifestyle they lead is almost necessary to keep from depleting local populations of wildlife. His will is stronger than Rain’s, a fact he is not unaware of, and will not hesitate to point out when he feel’s she’s being irrational in the face of her convictions.

Kuso T'tare

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