Please post all Kinfolk under this thread

Mila has the blood of Queens and Kings running through her veins. She is the epitome of good breeding; pure breeding. From her straight dark hair, to the sharpness of her eyes and the cut of every features, no matter how big or small, she screams nobility. There is rarely such individuals left in the world; they have been long lost to bygone era's where Lords and Ladies ruled the land. There is not a single doubt, for any that know what they are looking for, that this woman belongs to the Shadow Lords. This kinfolk has more breeding in her fragile, human body, than most of the true-born Garou- especially in this day and age. And as such, she has exceptionally keen senses that some would call instinct, others intuition, and the rest might put it down to observant training, but it has far more to do with the ancestors that is as much her being as those that would call themselves (quite arrogantly) the True.

Note worthy stats:
Appearance: 3
Pure Breed: 4
Manipulation: 4

Special traits:
Recognize Garou
Gall
Wolf Senses

He is a vile and contemptuous troll of a man, filled to the brim with disgusting habits, a bitter and fermenting abhorrence for anything that falls under his gaze, and a disposition so foul it would cow a Cyclops. Six foot six and five hundred pounds of unwashed, unhygienic, layer after rippling layer of fat - a coagulated mountain of seething hate. But behind the soulless eyes lurks a burning animal cunning infinitely superior to anything on four legs.

As a boy, his mother called him Flower, and from the beginning, he was a monster, but she loved him with a kind of blind devotion that can only be found in backwater faith-communities in the Midwest, right up until the day she died in a horrible accident when he was seven. Most folk from around there still say it was at her son’s hands that she met her end. Moved from one boy’s home to another for the next eleven years, he was beaten, raped, and forced to endure a level of psychological torment most of us can scarcely imagine, but he refused to break. Instead he reciprocated his torture upon anyone else he could, long after he turned eighteen and enlisted.

Spawned from a childhood of vile corruption, nurtured in the putrefying hell of the first Gulf War’s toxic cocktail of chemical weapons and depleted uranium shells he has come home after a dishonourable discharge and an extensive tour with Blackwater -or at least as close to home as he could manage without being driven away with pitchforks- and has taken up residence in the most illustrious (and only) trailer park that Sanfield Rock has to offer.

His name is Daniel Edward Flower Bunkowski and he hates you, more than you will ever know. Though he will certainly try to convince you of this at great length any time he sees you, you won’t remember. Every time you encounter him is like the first time, the shock and horror of his appearance will slam into your sensibilities like a freight train, assuring you that you have never seen anything that disgusting in all of your days, even if he lives right across the street. As repulsive and grotesque as he looks, most are surprised to discover a mild, but unmistakable odor of violets about him, at least for a few seconds, after which their olfactory senses are unable to perceive anything for about an hour due to ionone overdose.
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Notable features:

Appearance- Zero, Flower is hideous and repugnant on a level few people can ever hope to achieve.

Huge Size- Flower is one massive mound of flesh. While not exceptionally tall, he is well beyond the bounds of ‘morbidly obese.’

Scent of Violets- See above

Out of Sight, Out of Mind- Treat this as the Arcane Background from Mage, or certain effects of the Delirium from Werewolf.