| Name:Henry Tisdale |
| Deed Name:Box-O-Wine |
| Breed: Homid |
| Tribe: Bone Gnawers |
| Auspice: Theurge |
| Nature: Caretaker |
| Demeanor: Conniver |
| Rank: |
| Concept: Morale Officer |
| Tribal Flaw: Social Outcasts : +1 difficulty on all Social rolls involving other tribes |
| Physical | Social | Mental |
| Strength: oo | Charisma oooo | Perception ooo |
| Dexterity oo | Manipulation oooo | Intelligence oo |
| Stamina oo | Appearance oo | Wits ooo |
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges |
| Alertness | Animal Ken | Computer |
| Athletics | Crafts | Enigmas |
| Brawl | Drive | Investigation |
| Dodge | Etiquette | Law |
| Empathy | Firearms | Linguistics |
| Expression | Ladership | Medicine |
| Intimidation | Melee | Occult |
| Primal-Urge | Performance | Politics |
| Streetwise | Stealth | Rituals |
| Subterfuge | Survival | Science |
| Secondary Abilities | ||
| Gifts | Backgrounds | Rites |
| Mother's Touch | ||
| Persuasion | ||
| Cooking | ||
| Resist Toxin | ||
| Renown | Rage | |
| Glory | ||
| Honour | Gnosis | |
| Wisdom | ||
| Willpower | ||
| Merits | # | Flaws | # |
| Misc. |
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Charisma: Dynamic Manipulation: Convincing |
| Description/History |
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Everybody knows a guy like Henry. He's a great friend. Nevermind that he can't bring in a paycheck, always asks to crash on the couch when the landlord throws him out of wherever he's calling home. When he borrows twenty bucks to cover his bar tab, that's one face of Andrew Jackson you'll never ever see again. Still, if he's sleeping out of the rain on your charity, he'll wash your dishes while you're at work. Even the ones with a week's worth of fuzz on them. And when your mother dies, your girlfriend fucks your kid brother, or baby's father skips out on you and the baby, there will be someone else's twenty buying your Budweisers and late-night coffee and hashbrowns at Denny's. Doesn't matter than he's a mooch. He always repays eventually. He had a master to learn from. Jimmy 'Violin-Trick' Tisdale knew how to get what he wanted even when he had nothing. The smoothest Moon Dancer the Central Park Sept had seen in a long time, he made sure his buddies always got their share of whatever his cons paid off. His wife and three kids lived alternatively out of abandoned buildings or derelect cars, but they had school clothes and |