Behind all this though, lies temperance and wisdom which one could find by only
looking into his eyes. They tell stories of isolation, adventure, and of lost
friends and childer. Catch him in the right mood, or after one has proved them-
selves to him, and they would meet a very different person. One who will debate
philosophy, play chess, or argue ideals till the rise of the sun.
Until recently, Erik moved in secret up and down the East Coast, listening to
the words of animals and stories told by other Gangrel ousted from society. Now
though, he has laid his claim on the State Parks of the Philadelphia / West
Chester region, and taken a more active roll in the dealings of his clan.
Respected by the blood of Philadelphia as the leader, he concerns himself only
with the well being of his clanmates both locally and regionally. He cares little
for dealings with mortals, and seeks only to defend the Gangrel's woods from the
prying eyes and ears of other supernaturals.
If you had been in the city for even a week, someone would have gotten around to
telling you that Erik openly talks of destroying anyone outsider using the shape-
shifting gifts of the Gangrel. Word also has it that there are certain areas of
the woods one may not set foot in without his permission, lest he return them to
their elders in an urn. But if these wishes are respected, he may eventually grow
to call you friend. And once someone has proven worthy enough of his company, they
may call on him for anything.
Save Protean, of course.