Jefferson Hawk

Jefferson Hawk, otherwise known as The Wapsu, is a Fomor of unknown breed.

Quote: What's wrong with me? Please, help me. Help me!

Prelude

Jefferson Hawk cared little for his Indian heritage. His father was a lecherous car salesman, his mother a depressed housewife, and neither cared for their Leni-Lenape tribal ancestry. Only his grandmother, a wizened raisin of a woman, kept up with the politics and stories of their "people." The only thing Jefferson kept up with was the latest videos on MTV2, comic books and a burgeoning love of suburban heroin. School didn't mean shit. Neither did chores or any of that crap.

Jefferson and his friends tied off in the little caves up on Buckingham Mountain. They'd sit around in the half-light, get high and listen to Slipknot on the boombox. One day, the others couldn't make it, so Jefferson decided to ride the horse all by himself. While high, he stumbled further into the depths of the caves, remembering some half-baked story about stolen gold hidden by turn-of-the-century thieves. Jefferson didn't find any money, but he did find a small cache of Indian junk. A little coyote fetish, some broken bead necklaces, polished stones and a tiny clay bottle, corked with a wooden stopper. Jefferson opened the bottle and smelled a sweet aroma, like honey. It was all useless junk, though. When his high wore off, Jefferson went home.

Life proceeded as usual over the subsequent week, until something happened. His skin began losing its burnished bronze color and turned pale. His back teeth loosened. Patches of hair fell out. The doctors thought it might be cancer, but couldn't find any evidence. His parents blamed drugs. Jefferson's grandmother said it was something else: He had been cursed and was turning into Wapsu, one of the "blighted people."

Things only got worse from there. The changes became so painful, so twisted, that Jefferson ran away. Now he lives in the forest on Buckingham Mountain, searching the caves for the relics. He can't seem to find them, though, not even where he left them. His skin has become almost see-through, and what few teeth remain have grown sharp and yellow. He's hungry, too. Hungry for meat. Raw, bloody meat. At first, Jefferson hated what he'd become, but slowly he's beginning to like it.

Concept

The Wapsu are unlucky people cursed by contact with spirits once trapped by the original peoples of North Ameria. The "vapors" might have been contained to alleviate a village from disease, or to put an end to bad luck. The "blight" isn't necessarily permanent if caught in time (by returning the offending spirit to a specially prepared container), but after a period of five or six months, there's little that can be done. Human memories recede and feral cravings for raw meat (animal or human) take over. The longer a victim is able to hold onto his humanity, the better, but the more he gives in to the grim urges, the worse they become.

Stats

Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity (Quick) 4, Stamina 2, Charisma 2, Manipulation 1, Appearance 0, Perception (Smell) 4, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
Abilities: Alertness 3, Brawl 2, Dodge (Nimble) 4, Melee 1, Investigation 2, Stealth 2, Survival 2
Backgrounds: Allies 1, Resources 1
Powers: Gluttony (Hunter, p. 270), Speed (SC, p. 32)
Willpower: 5

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