Han Jankins

Han "Skin O' Steel" Jankins was a great Theurge of the Glass Walkers.

Overview

Hard work forges the body and molds the soul. The heat of an iron foundry and glowing molten iron team with spirits. Many humans have crafted metal and forged it into forms, but none so well or as spiritual as Skin O' Steel. A great Theurge, though many wanted to call him Ahroun for his size, Skin O' Steel worked in a German iron foundry for most of his life. Children and all manner of Gaia's animals loved his calm and gentle nature. Known best for his construction of techno-fetishes, Skin O' Steel understood the true nature of his job. Gazing into the Penumbra, he called upon spirits to aid his labors and to "calcify" his completed creations.

Unfortunately, Skin O' Steel lived in the dark days of World War II. Forced to work in a Nazi arms factory, he called upon his spirit allies to undermine the Axis war machine. The Nazis had no idea that many of the spirits within the Penumbral shadow of the iron foundry had "grown up" with Skin O' Steel. He crafted gasoline tanks that leaked into the Penumbra and increased the density of steel in order to weigh down transportation vehicles. His use of spirits lead the Get of Fenris within the Military Inspector's branch to realize that he was a powerful Glass Walker. Especially excited about the increased density of the steel that he had managed to construct, they began to threaten him. Then they threatened his family and Kinfolk. Lastly, they began the killings. Skin O' Steel had no choice and gave in. The Get of Fenris wanted him to produce machines of war, and so he called upon his spirit's allies wisdom to formulate a plan.

Early in the cold morning of February 23, 1943, a pack of Get of Fenris dressed in finest SS blacks and a group of top-ranking German scientists assembled to review Skin O' Steel's work. The metals that he had molded and hammered were like nothing they had seen before. As their eyes gleamed bright with the glow of the Urge Wyrm, Skin O' Steel called upon Clashing Boom-Boom. Clashing Boom-Boom pulled an Allied squadron out of its designated flight path and released its cargo of bombs into the iron foundry.

That day, Germany lost many of its top munitions specialists and weapons designers. The Get lost a pack of their hand-picked best. But we, the Glass Walkers, lost the most of all, for we lost a great Theurge.

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