I love this gal.  Glasswalker.  Theurge.  Outwardly, world known fashion designer since the age of sixteen when she created a line of women’s clothing with HUGE POCKETS.  More quietly, she is a petite Japanese-American karate expert who grew up in her father’s dojo before going wolfy at dinner one night and had to join her grandfather at his caern in Denver.  She’s a little powerhouse, pistol-packing mama who helped take down a kracken-type thing in the Umbra with a shot between the eyes.  (like, how could she miss?  they were fairly wide apart, after all)  She was brought in for this quest for the simple fact she IS a Glasswalker (ie: she’s got money, contacts and a private jet that could get them to Iceland, Denmark, Australia with some back and forth stops in the US).  Going to miss relinquishing next session, though I know I can pull her back in if/when she’s needed.  

Next session, I’m back to my other Theurge.  She is an Uktena with some personal baggage, very proud of her heritage and not afraid to show it, and who has a history that’s more speckled than she ever knew.  Refused to be walked all over by the Get of Fenris or Shadowlord in her pack.  Is focused on healing and spritual matters.  Is best friends with the boy dropped at her grandparents’ house when she was about six and who is a Ragabash and has followed her into her life as a Garou.  They grew up watching Coyote and Roadrunner on tv, and whenever they’re together they can be found watching episodes, happy as two peas in a pod.