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Annika Brandt
Nature:
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Conformist |
Demeanor:
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Follower |
Willpower: |
5 |
Tribe: |
Get of Fenris |
Auspice: |
n/a |
Breed: |
Homid |
ATTRIBUTES
Strength: |
2
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Charisma: |
2
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Perception: |
3 |
Dexterity: |
2
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Manipulation: |
2
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Intelligence: |
3 |
Stamina: |
2
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Appearance |
4
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Wits: |
4 |
ABILITIES |
Alertness:
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2 |
Animal Ken:
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2 |
Computer:
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0 |
Athletics:
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2 |
Crafts:
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1 |
Enigmas:
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1 |
Brawl: |
0 |
Drive:
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2 |
Investigation:
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0 |
Dodge:
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0 |
Etiquette:
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1 |
Law:
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0 |
Empathy: |
1 |
Firearms:
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2 |
Linguistics:
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1 |
Expression:
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2 |
Leadership:
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1 |
Medicine:
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0 |
Intimidation:
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2 |
Melee:
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2 |
Occult:
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1 |
Primal-Urge:
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0 |
Performance:
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1 |
Politics:
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0 |
Streetwise:
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0 |
Stealth:
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1 |
Rituals:
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0 |
Subterfuge:
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2 |
Survival:
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2 |
Science:
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0 |
BACKGROUNDS |
Allies: |
2 |
Contacts: |
1 |
Pure Breed: |
5 |
Resources: |
1 |
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OTHER TRAITS |
Academics: |
2 |
Garou
Lore: |
3 |
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Wyrm
Lore: 1 |
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Merits |
Flaws |
Alcohol
Tolerance |
Intolerance (Non-Aryans) |
Eidactic Memory |
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Natural Linguist
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Specialties:
Wits: Quick-Thinking
Appearance: Aryan
Languages Known:
English
German
Family:
Father: Friedrich (Deceased)
Mother: Ilse
Kinfolk Brother: 30 (Johann)
Garou Brother: 28 (Victor)
Them (Girls): 25 (Annika, Tatiana)
Kinfolk Sister: 23 (Silvia)
Kinfolk Brother: 21 (Christian)
Garou Brother: 18 (Reinhold)
Kinfolk Sister: 16 (Ulrike)
Kinfolk Brother: 13 (Sigmund)
Kinfolk Brother: 10 (Rupert)
Garou Sister: 9 (Wilhemina)
Kinfolk Sister: 6 (Evelyn)
Kinfolk Brother: 3 (Stefan)
Dead:
Two older: Dieter, Felix
Four Younger: Corinna, Fritz, Erika, Dietrich
Description:
Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or
lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan
look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades
vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full
lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light
over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all
of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter.
Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows
how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of
a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not
richly in her usual outfit...boots, pants, and shirt, all in black Practical clothes fitted to her form. [Pure Breed 5]
Weapons:
Glock 17 (Diff 6, Damage 4, Range 20, Rate 4, Clip 17+1, Conceal P)
Colt Anaconda .44M (Diff 6, Damage 6, Range 35, Rate 2, Clip 6, Conceal J)
One box of ammunition for each, spare clip for the Glock is always filled.
Dagger (Diff 6, Damage Strength+1L) Equipment:
Hiking backpack and boots, Zippo, journal, utility knife, heavy flashlight,
pepper spray, rubbing alcohol, black arm band, black electrical tape, shared
personal CD player, college text books, vast collection of pens, mechanical
pencils, loose paper, notebooks, half a dozen erasers, calling card, hippy
makeup, full length mirrors in living space.
History:
Annika Brandt came into the world as part of a matched pair, following her
sister, Tatiana, by an hour. The twins, identical, were born in the Sept of
the Sentinel in 1980, eight months after their family had fled from Berlin.
Annika and Tatiana’s father, a high-ranking and exceptionally well-bred
Philodox by the name of Friedrich, had decided that Germany was no longer
the place for them, especially with more children on the way, and so they
left, taking what they could. They made it out of Berlin and across the
Atlantic to the America’s. There, they found themselves in the Sept of the
Sentinel, in upstate New York. It was here that Tatiana and Annika were
born.
This was not destined to be a small family. Well-bred father, well-bred
mother…yes, the twins were pretty much guaranteed to have many siblings, and
they did indeed have such. Nineteen children would be born to Friedrich and
Ilsa, and to this day, thirteen survive. Three died honorably, though none
as honorably as their father. The other three died after him. Losses, every
one…but it was to be expected, after all. The Sept of the Sentinel was
hardly a forgiving, safe place. In a family that would bear almost twenty
children, losing six was just…odds coming into play.
Annika grew up inseparable from her sister. The two were raised within the
difficult life that comes intrinsic with the Sept of Strength…inter-tribal
strife, the Wyrm lurking below in the tunnels and caverns deep in the
mountain. As such, they learned how to fight, something that they may not
have been quite as prepared for in other places. No hand-to-hand…let’s be
honest, if you’re facing down threats from Garou, a kinfolk going
hand-to-hand is doomed. They learned weapons training and firearms, rather,
and took to it well enough. They also learned, as another matter of survival
(and common sense, their stations. The eldest girls, they were often
responsible for caring for their younger siblings…something Annika took to
well enough. She truly loved her siblings, and each loss they suffered hit
her deeply, to be expected or not. Her family was the quintessence of Fenrir
breeding, and to see them fall to other, genetically inferior stock, was
abhorrent to her. She kept it silent as well as she could outside of her
family, though…it wasn’t wise, in such a divided Caern, to voice such
opinions outside of the house, something Ilsa, Friedrich, and Viktor
impressed strongly upon them.
Johann, the oldest brother, Annika often felt closest to. The oldest kinfolk
among them, there were high hopes set, but when Viktor proved to be the
trueborn, Johann was pretty well pushed aside and ignored. Annika noted
that, and while she loved all of her siblings, Viktor included, she found
herself closest to Johann, besides of course Tanja. The brother and younger
twin sister developed a close bond, and one that exists to this day.
Their passage into adulthood was marked by gifts of weapons. They were gifts
that both siblings accepted with pride and full knowledge of the gravity of
the gift. It was a harsh world, something their Sept taught them well. They
took them, fully-well knowing that the time would come into play when they
would need to use them.
When Friedrich finally passed on in 2002, falling honorably in battle
against a skirmish with the Wendigo, it was a great blow to the family.
Annika took it in stride, visibly, but it truly cemented her supremacist
beliefs. Father died because of the genetically inferior mongrels…it was
nothing more then numbers that overwhelmed him. Ilsa has remained in
mourning since, and the family has enough renown and respect among them that
no one has pushed the issue for now. Besides that, she’s in her mid-forties,
and has a three-year old, Stefan, who just missed knowing his father…there
aren’t many breeding years left to the woman.
Viktor has taken up his father’s position as the head of the family. Johann
has accepted this in stride…it’s something he’s been prepared for for the
nearly fifteen years. Annika despaired to see her favorite brother shoved
aside, but knew it was for the best. Viktor was the stronger brother…Viktor
was the Fullblood. It was his right and duty, and she would not hate him for
it.
The twins are now twenty-five. Viktor has his hands full with family, Sept,
and pack, and Ilsa is free from the responsibility of further children, for
now. Without their father to deny them, Annika and Tanja have finally,
successfully begged Ilsa to allow them to go to the city, and attend school
at Columbia University. There is an unspoken understanding that they'll send
back home any money they can afford to, in silence for the sake of pride.
They live in the dorms at Columbia, and have a very little amount of money
coming in. Everything is about bettering themselves and their family; of
course, there is that undercurrent of racial supremacy in both of them. It
is perhaps slightly stronger in Annika, though no more obvious then it is in
Tanja. Her lesson has been learned well, and she intends to honor what her
parents have instilled in her regarding it…keep your opinions quiet. Do not
shout to the world how superior you are…simply know it. It will certainly
make her experience in multi-cultural New York City, and around the
multi-tribal Sept of the Green, and interesting one. |