Garou Name: Rift-Paw
Tribe: Red Talon
Camp: Warder of the Land
Age: Near one hundred. (His true mental age is not the same as his physical age which is around thirty five. Various Umbral influences have extended his lifespan, such shall be explained.)
Auspice: Philodox
Rank: Adren
Depth of Umbra Explored: Deep Umbra
Birthplace: Flux
Pack Totem: Raven
Pack Members:
Dawn Walker (Living)
Shadow-Seeker (Living)

Physical Decription: The Red Talon as per usual with his tribe avoids taking on human form unless it is absolutely necissary. His lupine form is larger than most wolves a thick coat of pristine rust red fur covers him like a suit of armor. Various scars cover his hide though most are too small from regeneration and thus not visible. The Adren holds himself with an air of authority and calm, his ears remain vigilent to all sounds and his nose misses little. Many both Garou and otherwise find his unnaturally glowing amber eyes disturbing as he has a tendency to make one feel like he is staring through them and to their very depths.

Personality: Rift-Paw is likely one of the most rationally minded Red Talons there is and is even rational for a Garou in general. His nature as a Philodox means he must see things from all perspectives and attempt to understand situations. He has spent a great many years observing humans, picking up their languages and habits. He acts as a great mediator between his people and the realm of humans, as such he is often seen as tainted and traitorous by others of his tribe. He takes this in stride understanding that it is the role Gaia laid out before him. The Red Talon's gaze often stares off into nothingness as if watching something that is not truelly there, this is in fact somewhat true. Having been trapped in a timeless dimension of the Deep Umbra for many decades all he could do was watch the unfolding of the events upon Gaia flash before him. He has witnessed things that many can not even dream of, things of past and future, things of times that have never and never will exist. As such he may seem distant at times, the totally alien existences within the Deep Umbra having affected his mind to some extent.

History: Rift-Paw was born to Calls-To-Winter a well respected Theurge of Red Talon whom spent a great deal of her time in the umbral home of their tribe. It was on a return trip to Gaia that this Garou was born. As the female and an escourt of her three packmates were crossing the moonbridge towards home they were assailed by a swarm of banes and knocked from the bridge. They plummeted for many minutes before arriving in the ever shifting desolation of Flux. The inherently random energy of this Wyld plane caused all of them to begin changing shape. The very essence of the place infused the developing form of Rift-Paw and his womb mate, one who would be his brother. Despite being unready the forces of the realm forced Calls-To-Winter into labor and she gave birth to her two pups, the Wyld power of the realm stole all the life essence of the second pup and it all flowed through their mother into Rift-Paw. The small mewling pup opened it's blind eyes which blazed with amber light. As the pack mourned the loss of the dead pup the banes appeared once more, the small group of garou unable to do more than flee left the desicated corpse of the second pup behind. The pack after several days managed to escape Flux to return to Gaia.

When Rift-Paw came of age and took part in his trial he was awarded his name. Walks-the-Rifts for his wisdom and guidance in settling a dispute between two caern leaders whom had a long running dislike for one another. The Red Talon became well known for his wise advice and patience for those all others would give up on, he travelled from sept to sept throughout Europe acting as an arbitrator wherever he went. Finally he felt it was time to seek out the guidance of the spirits and he worked to break the True Horizon. After several failed attempts and near death experiences the young garou managed to pass the barrier that the Earth's atmosphere provided. For many years the Garou wandered the spirit realms of the planets seeing all there was to see, many hardships blocked his path but he overcame them until the day he came across a twisted figure on the path between planets. The twisted figure of a wolf with vile ooze drenched black fur glared furiously with baleful green eyes at the Red Talon and he felt something inside of him stir. The life essence forged into him by the Wyld of Flux welled up and his normally low glowing eyes blazed with almost blinding energy. The Red Talon could feel it, the bane within the body of what had once been his brother. On the barren red surface of Mars' Umbral realm the womb mates battled for many days, it was as if the forces of life and death crashed together in the spiritually silent place. When the battle was done the weary Rift-Paw sealed the defiled body of his brother in the red stone of the martian cliffs, leaving his mark upon the stone so all who witnessed it would know of what had come to pass.

A year after battling the twisted bane possessed body of his brother Rift-Paw broke the Far Horizon. The place beyond was mind boggling, the very appearance of the place so different than what normally percieved it could easily drive one mad and alter them. In his wanderings at the beginning he met another Garou, a strange thing so far out in the Umbra. The slavic man introduced himself as Dawn Walker and while the Red Talon didn't think much of him at first their fates were intertwined. Both shared an alteration by the umbra, their eyes reflecting their time in the spirit realm. The two Garou grew close quickly and travelled the many paradox planes of the Deep Umbra, they fought in wars that had not happened yet or would never come to pass. They returned briefly to Gaia for a jaunt in the city of Romsa before returning to the depths of the Umbra. By now travelling to the deep places felt natural, they had experienced things that were beyond anyone's realm of understanding and stood to speak of it. Neither spoke much of it to others, they two prefering to keep their secrets to themselves. Then when walking the dark places between the different star systems a great force sucked the Red Talon from the path, without warning he found himself in a place without the normal functions of time space and reality. He floated amongst all manner of strange and familiar things. Often he saw creatures long dead, the kin of the Mokole, and inventions man had yet to build. He found that if he listened and closed his glowing eyes he could sense the events unravveling on Gaia. And so he sat unaging and timeless in one of the folds of the spirit realm for many a decade until finally the universe deemed it time to spit him forth. Simply he blinked and when his eyes opend he stood once more upon the soil of Gaia, his legs buckling under him from lack of use. The wolf got to his feet and looked about, the land was familiar but much had changed. This was the far north, many decades had passed but it was time for him to return to the people.

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