Here is my original application
	I'm headed down Fifth Avenue with what they call 'intent'. I'm not
exactly in a hurry, but I do have a date to keep. And nobody ever accused
Richard Thomson of being irresponsible. Pedestrians notice me and clear the
way, instinctively.

	Moses, I think to myself, Moses parting the Red Sea and then letting
it close on the Aegyptian army. Not that I need the Red Sea -- I'm Garou. I
can take the Aegyptian army and come out on top. Even better, I'm a Shadow
Lord. I can take on the *Israeli* army on my own.

	I turn into the garment district, ducking around or through long
racks of suits, dresses ... and furs. I run my hand along one of the fox-fur
coats, ignoring the dirty look the man in the van dares to give me as I pass.
It's a shame fur's going out of style.

	This situation has me worried a little -- James had done the usual
homework and then some, and come up dry on these guys. He advised me to skip
this meeting, but it was too important to pass this chance up. If they were for
real, then....

	Then I'd show Erika The Bitch, that's for sure. Boy, was she ecstatic
when I changed my name. Then she was one step further away from "Her Tragic
Mistake". Every day, for the past sixteen years, she'd told me how worthless
I was, what a blemish on the face of Gaia I was. Fucking hypocrite -- it's
her fault I existed. She doesn't talk much about my father, but he would
have taken responsibility for me. ...If he'd known about me.

	But I /will/ show her, though. These two -- they say they work for
a magus down south -- they told me they could point me toward my father. My
real father, not that loser Rose-In-Blood. Erika The Bitch says he's more
of a mentor than I deserve, that he's wasting his time on me. Won't she be
shocked when I find my father.

	He's probably the Sept Alpha, and I'll follow in his footsteps. I'll
come back to New York, visiting royalty, Shadow Lord Cream rising to the top,
and she can kiss my fuzzy butt.

	I throw open the door of the warehouse and stride into the darkened
interior regally.

<>

Here is the response to the gracious wizard's confusion.

>  > Sorry about the delay, but you had the bad fortune to reg-rotate to the wiz
>  > just leaving access for a couple weeks.
>*grin* Yeah, I caught the +bbpost, so it wasn't a total surprise. Welcome
>home, btw.
>
>  > Okay, tell you what:  I'd like to see the char's connection to previous
>  > Garou characters laid out plainly, even if they have, in fact, died.  This
>  > will serve primarily to clear up any confusion miscommunication might be
>  > causing.
>Okay, my original plan was this:
>As documented in the probably long-lost character history of Adam, he arrived
>in New York City approximately 16 years ago. While in NYC, he unknowingly
>impregnated a Garou from Brooklyn and left before he found out. This was
>when he was still using his travelling name, Thomas Rimer. Thus,
>when Richard was a teen, he adopted the new name 'Thomson'. Having never
>met his father, Richard has built him into a god-like figure who radiates
>an aura of glory and whose shit is likely gold plated, if not gold.
>Talking to Dave's and Feinan's players, they told me that magi could do just
>about anything, and that would probably include finding Adam's lost boy.
>Luckily they did not try to explain Mage stuff to me, as it would have
>utterly boggled me. So. Dave, who suffered from an unrequited and unrevealed
>crush on Adam, and Feinan who is Dave's rather close friend, want to find
>Adam's nearest relatives to tell them he's dead and he died valiantly &cet.
>They find Richard, who's not quite what they expected to spring from Adam's
>loins, but what the hell. At the meeting that Richard is arriving at in the
>application, they are going to tell him that 'Thomas Rimer' is dead, and
>lots of other information.
>
>I guess my format for application bites bloated dead tutu-wearing sewer rats,
>but it looked cool at first anyway.
>
>  > Non-obvious flaws aren't bad in and of themselves, however.  Dyslexia does
>  > provide a springboard to more interesting perceptual flaws--perhaps he
has a
>  > tendency for spontaneous synethesia, where senses get garbled between
>  > themselves--sound registers as light, things like that, which could play
>  > holy hell with existence at times, which is what flaws do.  Give this a bit
>  > more thought, and lay out the hooks to previous characters more
clearly, and
>  > I promise it won't be a week and a half this time.  :)
>Oooo. Synaesthesia. That would be *COOL*. I'll try to get some sort of layman
>information on this, so I'm not doing it all wrong, but that sounds fun.


And this was what I gave to people who imported characters from New York.


Received from: Cutter

Richard was a metis. Probably one of the first things you ever knew about him.

If you asked,nobody knew what his deformity was. Some claimed that he had none,
  evidence of superior breeding by either Fianna or Lords. His father was a
  Fianna who had come to town, become a war hero and then left mysteriously.
  Thomas Rimer, he was called. His mother apparently failed to mention she was
  Garou when she seduced him. War hero yes, tower of willpower no.

Cutter was called Richard then, and his deed name was 'Needs-Beating' He was
  usually put to the supervision of cubs. Not teaching, just babysitting. He
  was trusted with no more honourable job. Often sullen and quiet, especially
  in the company of elders, he would occasionally brighten and animate in
  small groups.

He ran with Zoo Pack, three garou who patrolled the Bronx Zoo. His shining   
  moment came one night, when a Fury whose name eludes me was denigrating his
  father. As much as he hated his mother, he loved his father. There was a 
  planned raid on a leech's sanctuary later in the week, and by the end of the
  argument he had with the Fury he found he'd sworn to go and attack the haven
  solo the next morning.

And halfway through the afternoon, he returned. Beaten, bloody, but more or
  less hale and hardy, with the tale of a hard fought battle against the
  thing's ghouls. His mother beat him for that, as well. UnPackly behaviour,
  threatening a carefully crafted plan, the usual.

He had taken his father's name, which seemed to please and infuriate his   
  mother at the same time, and one night he vanished. Rumour said he'd gone
  seeking his father, but you know what rumour is.  

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