Carl (Zithagh Hibizh Anhur) is a Bith Balag, also known as 'The Brineborn'. The Bith Balag are werefish.
Overview[]
Carl's lived a quiet and simple life. He lives at the northernmost tip of the New Jersey Short in a dinky town called Beach Garden. Most of Beach Garden are people like Carl, and all the Brineborn of the little ocean burg find a way to make the time go by. Carl, with his podmates, has learned to fix boar engines. He likes to sometimes go among the humans, and so sometimes he hangs out with the kids at the arcades up and down Long Beach Island, or maybe he watches the partying Wildwood teens from a distance. Sometimes he offers boating tours to those who don't have much money and don't mind his silent, often solemn presence. Most people think he's a simpleton, a dumb brute with weird eyes who doesn't tan too well (not at all) in the sun. Carl's fine with those assumptions.
His other simplicity was the Bible. He never took much to those acolytes who seem hell-bound to follow Mother Ocean - those fish-men always seem shifty, like they're up to no good. But Jesus, there's a man who makes sense. Carl doesn't go to church much, but he sure reads the Bible plenty.
Lately though, things haven't been so simple, and definitely not so peaceful. Someone's been killing folk - human folk - and stuffing their dead bodies full or fish, crabs and jellyfish, topped off with sand. Worse, something else has come sniffing around: men who have the feel of animals, who give off a stink like wild dogs.
Then came the day that Carl's own pod got killed. Not like the humans, no. His podmates were just torn to shreds, rent into pieces as if by, well, by wild dogs.
Now, Carl's not sure what to do. He wants to find out who's killing the people, not so much because he cares about them but because one of the victims was a boy he played some arcade games with the one time. But more importantly, he wants to find out if those bad men with the wild dog smells were the ones who tore up his podmates. He hasn't mentioned this theory to the other Brineborn yet, but if he finds the proof he's looking for, he'll tell them. And then they'll bring the offenders to God's justice, and maybe a little of Mother Ocean's justice, too.
Carl's not a pretty man. He's a hunched-over slab of muscle and fat, with broad, flat lips sitting beneath a crooked nose and squinty eyes. In hybrid form, he grows out as much as he does up, and his skin turns even grayer as uneven scales cover his pale flesh. In fish form, Carl's a fat, round fish - like a bulging catfish but without the "whiskers."
(Werewolves who hear his First Tongue name might be able to translate it. An approximate paraphrase would be, "The Voice of the Red Horizon." Carl doesn't know that his name means any such thing, and mostly goes just by "Carl.")
Stats[]
Mental Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 1, Resolve 3
Physical Attributes: Strength 4 (6/5), Dexterity 2 (4/4), Stamina 5 (7/5)
Social Attributes: Presence 3, Manipulation 2, Composure 2
Mental Skills: Crafts (Engines) 3, Investigation 2, Medicine 2
Physical Skills: Athletics 1, Brawl 1, Drive (Boats) 4, Survival 3, Weaponry (Gaff Hook) 2
Social Skills: Animal Ken 1, Empathy (Personalities) 3, Expression 2, Intimidation 2
Merits: Barfly, Contacts (Fishermen) 3, Strong Back
Primal Urge: 4
Willpower: 5
Harmony: 6
Essence Max/Per Turn: 13/2
Virtue: Faith
Vice: Sloth
Health: 10 (13/10)
Initiative: 4 (6/6)
Defense: 1 (1/1)
Speed: 11 (15/14)
Aspects: Bioluminescence 1, Near-Man Form 3, Rigid Scales 3, Water-Breathing 1
References[]
- WTF: The War Against the Pure, p. 206-207