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xxxxxIf ever there was a way to put Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Mike Tyson into a character and roll them through The Warrior's movie set, it would come out as this man before your eyes now. Older in days, the sides of his hair are silver, the top jet black, and often slicked back like he was an old time Greaser. The face is often shaved, but, days are missed and sometimes silver stubble shows on the strong jaws and euphoric eyes. Euphoric, eccentric, possibly even a little crazed, the dark brown eyes carry a hop-scotch vibe mixed with the age-old I'll kill you dead glassy surface.

xxxxxHe's seen some shit, and it shows. The throat is often covered in a blood-red sash that hides something beneath the sparkles like gems, but from there most of his torso is covered in a black leather jacket that isn't smooth at all, but has a rough, worn, and terrible texture to it so similar to hide. Rhino hide. On the back of the jacket there, in glittering gold letters is the words: CANNONHANDS, set above a giant patch of a raging rhino's head, with bloody red eyes. A pair of Golden boxing gloves hanging off the horn, and beneath the patch it reads: RHINO'S CHARGE. He is powerfully built, charismatic, and the jeans he wears are worn, leading to the calves that are both bound in stainless steel chain. Thick. Why? Who knows, but with every step this man brings a sound like steel-rain from his steel-toed Shitkickers. It's gonna be a damn fun time.


  • Werewolf
    Technically, it's the least dangerous aspect of his existence.
  • Storm Lord
    That's exactly what he is.
  • Boxing
    The squared circle still echoes his name.
Marisol Flores
Shake, Rattle, and Roll, baby. She's proof that The Oath of the Moon is fucking right, and that The Pure all want to die, hear her story! Then, oblige them.
Police Girl. One of the Wolfbloods of this place, these fucking Badlands. Good to hit up, and has a good head on her shoulders, she knows shit. Like when to duck.
Little-Eyes, always watching, like a kicked dog. Not a bad kid.
Other side of the Iminir Coin; tall, cold, hard. Like marble, she's great to look at, and expensive. So don't fucking break anything, pups, shit.
About them.




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    “Sure there have been injuries and deaths in boxing - but none of them serious.”
    - Alan Minter
    vital statistics
    Full Name: Ibanez Rourik
    Apparent Age: 42
    Mission Statement: Gloir gu Brath. You kiddies ready to go fist-fuck some Uglies and Pures into cadavers?
    Virtue: Mettle
    Vice: Impetuousness
    Occupation: Professional Dovahkin and Fucker-Upper
    Sphere: Werewolf
    Deed Name: Brings the Rain
    Pack: Macallaí Cróga
    Auspice: Cahalith
    Aspect: War Howler
    Tribe: Storm Lord
    Lodge: Lodge of Thunder
    “Boxers, like prostitutes, are in the business of ruining their bodies for the pleasure of strangers.”
    ~ Wayne Kelly
    notable stats
    Honor ••
    Glory ••
    “If they can make penicillin out of moldy bread, then they can sure make something out of you”
    - Muhammad Ali
    Intimidation Thunderous Voice
    Expression Howlin'
    “My arms are too short to box with God.”
    ~ Johnny Cash

    'Big Strong Man - Blaggards

    That's my brother Sylvest (What's he got?)
    He's got a row of fourty medals on his chest (Big chest!)
    He killed fifty capmen in the West,
    He knows no rest, kind of the man, hellfire
    Don't push, don't shove, plenty of room for you and me
    He's got an arm like a leg,
    And a fist that would sink a battle ship (Big ship!)
    Takes all the Army and the Navy
    To put the wind up Sylvest