Sarah "Raveneye" Mitchals

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Sarah Mitchals Was for all intents and purposes a normal girl, with what amounted to a normal life. She lived with her mother, her father ran out on them is what her mother had said. She Attended the local High School as a freshman, and hoped to be on the soccer team. Sure her mom traveled, and sometimes she would stay with her neighbor, Misses Freedman, but that was okay as it meant she got to hang out with Becky, who was totally her BFF (Best Friend Forever)! This all changed one day in the fall, October 22nd 2003 7:47 pm. There had been something that made her come home that made her come back towards her mother's house, and then she saw them, the police cars that heralded the end of her childhood and beginning of a new journey. Nine Years later, she is a Templar, and is ready to get her answers and maybe her revenge on the things out in the shadows.

=• Biography •=

• Just starting out •
Life before began one rainy October day, in a hospital in Philadelphia, Sarah was born in the wee hours of the morning, under the waning moon. She seemed perfectly normal to all the nurses and doctors in attendance, and perhaps even a bit small. she had a bright mess of red hair and these inquisitive green eyes, she even knew her mommy right off the bat, all was good in Michelle's world that night. Even though one person was missing, her father was no where to found, he had been gone for a good long time. She bore him no ill will, she wanted to get pregnant, not married, and that had been the deal going into this thing. He had agreed readily, as she expected he would, and they did the deed more than once and finally after a bit it took. It was during that act Michelle had felt something else there, and while it had been only a moment, it had been enough to make her skin crawl.

Michelle had no hard visions of what it was, but it had been enough to make her disappear to the winds while he slept. She had left a message for Robert in their usual way, asking him to take a look into things for her.He was a good man, one of the few really good men she had met. She had met him in the course of his duties and he had showed her a compassion that she normally did not get from his type of person with his affiliations. So she left the message and she ran, south at first, making it as far as Columbia before she had complications. she made the only call she could think to make and Robert flew her up to children's hospital of Philadelphia.

He had kept watch over her while the birth happened and made sure she had a new cover ID ready to go, it was hard to run with a little one attached to your hip as it were. The day came and went, and no sign of her errant mate. She allowed herself to breath again, she couldn't have felt what she thought, and maybe Sarah could have chance at a normal upbringing. She was unsure if she had the infection, and there would be no way to tell around her fifteenth birthday. So she took her new born daughter and headed for the place Robert had set up. She would keep a low profile, be human for a time and hopefully have peace. When the time came for the change, if she did Michelle intended to take her back to the tribe's lands, to meet her grandmother, her brothers and sisters would be thrilled to meet her as well.

• The night things changed •
Sarah was by all accounts a normal kind, albeit she had her odd moments now and again, but then again what kid didn't. She felt a little weird sometimes, though she never told anyone, for fear she was really weird and people would find out. I mean she had a rep to uphold and all that, she *was* captain of the soccer team after all, and was in the running to be freshman student council president. so all in all a rather normal, rather ordinary unremarkable life. Things were just average, and as far as she was concerned going pretty darn great!

There were a few weird moments here and there, but ya know what was she to do? She couldn't tell her mom or Becky, they would think she was weird, and you have to understand that she had a reputation to uphold. She couldn't tell people for the last few nights she had woken up from these odd dreams. Dreams of these creatures, all inky black and ucky, or that there was a man in her house in a few of them. A man... that wasn't a man, but something else, she could just smell it on him, he smelled like badly rotted meat, or maybe old gym socks. I mean really they had to be just normal freaky dreams? right? She tried to draw one the morning that everything changed, she had this really vivid dream that day. A body, this thing, and police sirens. She woke up in a cold sweet that day, and sat there shivering for a long time.

Then one day she was coming home from studying at her best friend Becky's house. She had just come around a corner when she noticed she could see flashing blue lights. In that moment the dreams came back to her with the force of a thunderbolt. She whimpered a little as her eyes went wide "Mommy..." as soon as the word left her mouth she had taken off like a shot towards the lights she just knew were at her house. when she dashed around the corner she could see they were from police car's and one ambulance. They were parked in-front of her house, just like in her dream, and for just a moment she thought she smelled old gym clothes on the air. she would remember this as the last "normal" day

She ran up screaming for her mother, just knowing something was wrong, even before the stretcher was wheeled out with the sheet on it, she was half way there, when a large muscled form of a man moved between her and the stretcher with the sheet covered body. He looked familiar, and yet alien and strange, he was a person she had seen somewhere. He knelt down, his face was a pox marked wasteland, and he had hard eyes, but there was something else. there was a sadness there, she paused as the realization dawned on her, This was Uncle Robert. Mom had pictures of her in her book, along with all that other weird scribbles and doodles and stuff.

he spoke in a soft tone, a tone she would not really hear again till a few years later when she lay in a bed healing from a ritual. " Hello Sarah I'm your uncle bob." he paused a moment, and seemed to consider his words " she is gone <font color="#1C5743">Sarah " he must have seen her eyes track over to the mound being carried out on the gurney under the sheet "I am very sorry <font color="#1C5743">Sarah, she was a good friend of mine, and very special to me."

<p style="text-indent: 30px"><font color="#1C5743">Sarah just nodded blankly watching them pack her mother away, watching the cops talk and move about taking pictures of the door frame, ripped apart and some other things that she could not really process as odd now, but that would be firmly in her adult mind later.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">"<font color="#1C5743">Sarah, I am your god father <font color="#1C5743">Sarah , and your going to come with me tonight." it never processed with her why he was there so fast, not till much older when she asked, she was given a letter her mother had written. However by this time her indoctrination into this new world was well on its way, so the idea of her mother having "spirit walked" her own death, was ... well okay it was still weird but not something she couldn't accept. when he had said come with me tonight, her mind verging on shock just snapped. There was a moment she was sure she scream "MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM", there was spinning and then peaceful darkness"

<p style="text-indent: 30px">when she fell he had caught her and in doing so watched a folded piece of paper fall out, when he got her in the car he looked at it.

• <font color="#1C5743">The choice and the way forward •
<p style="text-indent: 30px">''"Well .... I guess I should begin logging this stuff down, just like old times huh? yes well... I picked her up yesterday, and we took a private plane back home, called in a few favors on that one, she was quiet most of the time, had this long distance stare. I cannot blame her really, she lost her mother, who for the record to anyone else reading this, I will miss dearly. She was.... special to me, may the light carry her to her slumber, she has earned it. So, We got home without much incident, The kid is sleeping in my guest room now, I went in and checked on her. she looks like her mother, red hair, freckles. She is just a kid really, and this breaks my heart in a way, to have to do this, she should have a life, and a chance to be happy and not know whats really out there. However I made a Promise, and we have yet to find that back stabbing bastard, and he ... he will come for her one day. I will begin tomorrow afternoon, I will give her time to sleep, and then give her a choice I think, on what she wants to do." '' <font color="#1C5743"> Excerpt from Robert Thompson's Journal Recovered Page

<p style="text-indent: 30px">He had offered her a choice as he had decided that night while she slept. It was a simple and yet very hard choice, one of those choices where everything after it was a direct result of it. First option was to be sent away to boarding school in Europe, and maybe then to collage and a life away from all this. Her mother had left enough aside to see this happen, where or how she got the money was not his concern. He would have prefer that she take this choice for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being she was a nice kid, and he didn't want to end her childhood anymore then had already been done.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">She had a second choice though, and he was not going to deprive her of that, she was Michelle's daughter after all. could learn what he knew, and what he could teach. He also hopped she took this choice as well, well part of him wanted it. He felt obligated to her, and to her mother, he didn't have many friends and she was one of them. He could teach to deal with her condition, she yet to understand what that meant. He could teach her how to hide it and make sure others didn't know. However most of all he could teach her how to hunt the things that did this and others as well.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">She stood there for a long time, it felt like forever before her lips would work, she would later say. she just stood there holding the picture of her and her mother tears running down her face. She never looked up once, never saw the odd bird shaped shadow on the wall, or paid attention to how it wasn't attached to anything else in the room. She instead just stood there and looked at her mother's picture, he was finally about to give up on the choice as a mistake, he would just make some calls and get her somewhere safe when she finally spoke.

<p style="text-indent: 30px"><font color="#1C5743">Sarah 's voice was very quiet and yet there was something that seemed to wake up or maybe just hint at waking up "I want to kill it... " Robert froze there, and stayed silent for a few more moments "I want them to pay for what they did, they cannot do bad stuff like this and not pay, its NOT RIGHT" she shouted and shivered as a wave of anger unlike anything she had felt before washed over her.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">"we will begin in two days <font color="#1C5743">Sarah, go rest" he he sat back down, and she nodded leaving

• <font color="#1C5743">Training and the Templars •
<p style="text-indent: 30px"><font color="#1C5743">Sarah 's most vivid memory of training was the tattoo she had applied when she had just turned sixteen, it had come shortly after she had sleep walked, or so she thought at the time. She learned shortly before the ritual, that it had been the first expression of her condition, and she no longer wondered why bob didn't drive the Explorer anymore. She remembered waking up chained to the bed and this talk they had, and later in life she would chuckle about the chat and how it wildly different it had been for her instead of the normal birds and the bees, and how it was one of the few times she recalled seeing a look of sympathy in "Uncle Bob's" eyes. He explained what she was, and how it was a gift, a tool a weapon passed down from her mother to her, and they would begin soon, and to just relax and not worry about things, he would be here. Nothing though could have prepared her for the pain of it. Sure she had been told by him, but she up to that point felt what she thought was pain, and she was VERY wrong.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">No this had been different a new level of pain, as if her insides were on fire, each time the needle hit her, it was like a wave rushing up and over her, tossing her about as if she was in a riptide. She vaguely remembered screaming, she knew she screamed so loud and long, that the noise just stopped after awhile. "Uncle Bob" had brought in some trusted people to help hold her down. She remembered the hands on her holding her down, moving her, getting the parts that were needed into view. The work had to be exact, and she had to be held there still while "Uncle Bob" worked the needle in and out and in and out. Then there was the other man, he had cold eyes she remembered that as she lay there parts of her covered with towels, parts not, had this look of sheer disgust on his face. She could tell he did not want to be there, and maybe would have hurt her badly if he had a choice about it, however he owed "Uncle Bob" so she had been told. He had worked the bellows, and kept the near by fire hot. In that fire had been several iron pokers.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">Those pokers... they had been in the fire for awhile and the bellows the man had worked kept the fire roaring. when "Bob" had finished working on a section say just above and around the outside of her right breast, the other man had pulled a poker out, and held its glowing orange tip near enough to sear the skin, the smell of cooking meat had filled her nostrils, and for a moment she had this odd vision of hamburgers. During these "sealing" moments as "Bob" had called them, more then once her eyes had rolled up in her head and her brain had fought to check out for the moment, and each time the man with the poker had waved smelling salts under nose, she had to be awake for this whole process, had to feel each feeling if it was going to take hold, she had to feel it burning deep down inside and boy oh boy did she feel it. She remembers begging, she know she begged for him to stop through tear filled eyes. She can still see "Bob' shaking his head and mouthing I am sorry. The memories though blur together in haze of pain. She crosses her arms under her breasts in the shower and leans forward resting her head on the tile wall letting the water run down her neck and back, soothing her and calming her mind. That was the first time she really felt it move inside her, felt it wake up, and almost speak to her. It whispered in her ears between the thunderous pounding of her heart, it called to her, it was alive. She screamed an unearthly scream as the last sealing session was done, and the world went dark. Her dreams were haunted by visions of forests whose trees were massive, and she ran through groves filled with starlight from an odd sky, one that looked wholly older then what she was used to. Then finally at last blackness set in around her, and she curled up in the grass and all was still. <p style="text-indent: 30px">She remembered the next time she had opened her eyes after the tattoo. The first thing she noticed was the sheets were cool, sooo very cool and clean feeling, and she had some clothing on, a tank top and undies, vs the towels from the rite she had been sort of covered in. the cotton against her skin, was oddly comforting, like it had all been a dream, then she tried to move her leg and pain raced through her like molten lead. No that had been real after all, she must have whimpered, cause shortly after that she felt a rough calloused hand brush some hair from near her eyes, and a gruff voice speaking remarkably softly to her. "easy there kiddo, just rest and try not to move that much unless ya have to hit the head or such, the seals are still very very raw, and you haven't healed enough yet..."he was quiet for a few minutes and Sarah opened her eyes, and peered at him, things were blurry still "You did good girl... would have made your momma proud of you. I am sorry it hurt so much, but it had to be done." he chuckles softly holding his coffee mug in one hand other laying on the arm rest of the chair "its funny, my pappy took me up into the hills outside town when I was your age, and I shot us a dear, said I was a man after that. I guess this makes you a full fledged women now" he chuckles softly and slowly stands "you rest up kiddo... I'll bring food by later, press the buzzer if you need something... and don't you for one second think just cause you can wear your big girl panties now... your gonna get out of any training when your up and about again" he walks off with a smirk.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">She spent the seven years, since she was fourteen, as "Uncle Bob"'s sole student, and into her he poured what he could get in there, she was one of the better students he had during his life as a Templar, and in some ways he was proud of the progress she had made. There was little doubt when the time came, and he made the phone call, the problem in her admittance wouldn't be in the training department. He wasn't two worried about the other things ether, he had favors, and it may take all of them but he would get her in there. He had given them a piece of him literally, and they *Would* give him back in kind. She had the head for the work that was sure, and if her training went the way it did, she would ready before to long, freeing him up to go back on the hunt for it. He had reached a point books and research would no longer due. She would be part of it, but he had loved Michelle loved her two, and wanted a piece just for his own.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">They did relent in the end and allowed her to join, there were conditions of course, but that was between her and the council, and she served for the last two years as best as she could, looking for leads on what took her mom from her.

• <font color="#1C5743">Time Line Summery •

 * Born 1989 Children's Hospital of Philadelphia


 * 1989 - 2003 Lived Boulder Co US with Michelle "RavenCloud" Mitchals, at the end of this time period her mother was murdered, and Robert Thompson became her legal guardian


 * 2003 - 2010 Lived with and trained under Robert "Uncle B" Thompson, during this time she received her mother's sword and bracelet, and had the first expression of her Anima / infection at the age of sixteen. Shortly after this she was part of a ritual tattooing.


 * 2010 - Present She lives formally in London, but travels a lot working for the templars unofficially, and officially as a blogger of the underground rock scene.

=• <font color="#1C5743">Personality •=

<p style="text-indent: 30px"><font color="#1C5743">Sarah has even disposition in public, and maybe even could be considered alternatively snarky and fun loving.she has a passionately stubborn streak perhaps born of her time with Robert. She can and will be impulsive when she gets a full head of steam. When she angry its almost as if something behind her eyes begins to move, and often she will walk away from a fight. She can be a flirt at times as well.

<p style="text-indent: 30px">Underneath though there are hints of something deeper, maybe sadness lurking there.Perhaps she has hidden away her secret for so long she has closed off the parts of her heart that she would normally open up to people. This could be a result of the care she takes with her condition, or it could be the anger from long ago coming back up. you will have to get close to her to find out!



• <font color="#1C5743">Short Term Goals •

 * Sarah has a few short term goals, first among them is setting up her London apartment, she finally moved out of the Row house, and using some of the old man's money, set up her digs in London. Certain things were immediate musts but now we are onto the more esoteric purchases.


 * Sarah would like very much to expand her library of history books, she is an avid learner, and has been working on a correspondence degree, her masters in history focusing on native American culture.


 * She is keen to continue to go on assignments for the Templar, and continue to prove herself to those that are in charge, that is worthy to trust despite her affliction, and hopes to prove herself and asset. As much as she complains about how "Uncle Bob" treated her, she looks up to him more then the father she had who was never around.


 * Finally but not least, she would like to find a date to the underground club she saw a flyer about, some interesting bands are playing there, and she never has heard English rock live.

• <font color="#1C5743">Long Term Goals •

 * Sarah would very much like to learn about, find out more about her dad, and what effect he may have had on her affliction or curse if you will. She knows from "Uncle Bob" when he felt like talking about it that it was passed down, but mom had been an honorable and kind woman. he had less kind things to say about her dad, however she would like to learn about it for herself.


 * She is trying to learn as much as she can about her condition, and how it came about, she perhaps hopes one day to be rid of it, and have a chance at a normal life, and... well okay not really normal but more normal then she has now, without so much with the hiding and skulking and things of the like.


 * Finally and perhaps most importantly she would very much like to find out who killed her mother She was never able to get the full story from "Uncle Bob" when he was alive, and after his death she had done some digging, only to find dead ends wherever she turned, and perhaps when she gets more of a trusted position within the Templar she could use some of their contacts to find the truth

• <font color="#1C5743">Flaws •
Flaws:
 * She has an inherited condition * spoilers * that requires certain steps be taken every now and again.
 * She has a certain mojo / anima, that could be detected by the right skills, as its very difficult to hide being this ingrained to her.
 * She has extreme allergies to certain metals / herbs
 * Has a tough time in certain circumstances controlling her temper
 * social isolation / ostracized from many "proper" Templar circles / In the "know" circles
 * She has had some disagreements with middle management on her condition and her place in the templars.

=• <font color="#1C5743">Mission Record Agent Raveneye •=

(( This is record of Raveneye's missions, this could provide ideas for you and or RP hooks, :) speak tome first please :) I can be reached here ))
 * transcripts from Record of Operation Transcripts agent srm13

This is classified as Top Secret and possessing this log without authorization will result in "Sanctions"

• <font color="#1C5743">Mission Deployment: Chicago, Retrieval of Babylonian Artifact •

 * Agent was deployed with three others to the Chicago metro area, with the mission to retrieve a newly uncovered artifact, that the council had determined needed to be kept safe. this was based on the a string of murders that were determined to be carried out by the essence in the item.


 * item was stored in a warehouse held by the Company Franklin & Bashier, this as intel could determine is a Oranchi held company, and this action is determined to be of a black 13 level. There would be no back up no retrieval if mission failed, and they were compromised.


 * Agent met up with team and they proceeded to infiltrate compound surrounding warehouse, and determined artifact had corrupted several key staff. The group decided to observe and determine what item planned to do.


 * the group determined that termination of staff was only route to guarantee "infection" would not spread, team went about gathering needed materials so as to not around local / illuminati suspicions. This was done over the course of several weeks. As this was done the box needed to transport the article was created and properly warded.


 * mission was over all a strategic success, artifact retrieved and stored in vault 23, Agent Mortez marked as terminated

• <font color="#1C5743">Mission Deployment: Istanbul, Termination of Rogue agent / Feeder cell •

 * deployed agent Raveneye to terminate infected agent, following their turning and termination of their old team, this was marked as a priority deployment, agent reassigned from tracking disappearance of "Uncle B". See file marked blue645Alpha for further details on that


 * target was tracked into the slums by Agent Raveneye, found to be the head of a major feeder cell tied into local sex trafficking ring. Agent was ordered to infiltrate organization, and did so as a victim of said ring.


 * contact lost with agent as expected, two months before declared missing, count down begins.


 * contact reestablished reports subject and call termination, agent is rotated off active duty for a 2 month reprieve

• <font color="#1C5743">Mission Deployment: Berlin Termination of Necromancer Cult •

 * the temple was made aware of a group of necromancers at work in Berlin, tied to the Neo-Nazi's they were attempting to raise key Nazi leaders and reignite the nation under their leadership. This mission was determined Alphablack22 priority and a team of six agents was assembled including Raveneye.


 * Team is attacked upon arrival, and in running battle escapes the trap, damage is passed off as terrorist attack by local law enforcement. Two agents terminated...


 * team acquires safe-house and begins process of recon, cult location established, and date of rite determined. Team determines that due to earlier actions best course is direct assault, and proceeds to acquire supplies to do so


 * recounts of battle indicate target cult terminated, Raveneye only survivor, seriously wounded

• <font color="#1C5743">Mission Deployment: New York Termination of Feeder Alpha •

 * Summoned and given mission by Alexander Kole to provide back up for new agent Vanessa Kole


 * tracked cell to hunting grounds, and observed Kole as she made contact, assisted in initial purging attempt, which lead to trail of alpha.


 * decided to work together to bypass alpha's defenses, and rescue civilians


 * mission deemed a success, alpha terminated


 * Footnote: Application for partnership placed by both parties and granted

• <font color="#1C5743">Mission Deployment: Scarlet and Cross •

 * agent hand selected for newly reactivated cabal


 * detailed to team indefinitely

=• <font color="#1C5743">Appearance •= <p style="text-indent: 30px"><font color="#1C5743">Sarah ,when you look at her, would see nothing hugely out of place for a girl that is most decidedly into the rock scene, she has her tattoo, which you could see if she is in a strapless top. her eyes are a soft green and her face seems quite gentle. There is a seriousness in her eyes at times, but that can come as the weather and go just as fast. its almost as if she is used to hiding something, and perhaps used to wearing masks. Her hair is naturally a deep red, and not dyed, a gift from mom. Her skin is tanned from her near religious runs in the morning / general time spent out in the sun. Her body shows the signs of both a decently blessed run with the gods of puberty, and a dedication to working out,not to excess but well toned. She could easily slip into the campus of most major collages, and not really stand out.

=• <font color="#1C5743">Gear / Weapons / Known Powers / Training •=

• <font color="#1C5743">Mundane Gear •

 * <font color="#1C5743">Ipad - Loaded with various apps some personally developed for the work she does both official and unofficial. She has had the phone's memory upgraded and spent a considerable amount of time uploading books that used to belong to Robert "Uncle B" Thompson prior to his disappearance. She has used this as a field reference library for the times she needs to do work, and cannot find a place to hold up, hunker down and do some more traditional reading.


 * <font color="#1C5743">4X Galaxy Smartphone - her red phone, used to communicate with home office when needed. This has a similar albeit much smaller function then the Ipad. this has a series of apps and databases loaded into it, that allows her to reference things she finds in the field. She can for example take a picture of a rune and get a general translation there in the field


 * <font color="#1C5743">Clothing - her wardrobe varies wildly based on mood and job requirements. She has no real "style" to call her own, she prefers comfortable things and if pushed to name a style, she may go with punk more... again this can and will change with her mood, she is very used to having to blend in and fit in, its just one of the masks she wears daily.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Motor Cycles - <font color="#1C5743">Sarah has in New York, London, and few other cities stashed a Motorcycle she can use to get around. She very much enjoys her time riding them. She has been known on her down time to just "take off" and go for a long distance ride in some random direction. She once said its the sheer freedom of the matter, that she can finally be at peace. However she is always careful to check the time of the month before she does so.



• <font color="#1C5743">Occult Gear •

 * <font color="#1C5743">Mother's bracelet (Bracer of Meninna-tor / "the arm of the watcher") - she never really goes anywhere without this, feels very attached to it. This bracer has been passed down in her family for a very long time, she has found some sketches and rough illustrations in the family journals can be seen back hundreds of years. The function of this item is not known at the moment by <font color="#1C5743">Sarah, but she know from what she remembers from her mother and later "Uncle Bob", that she must never loose it, and it is a key to something. There is nothing very noteworthy about the bracer, it is made of what looks like simple brass and has a few dull stones laid into it, on the inside are a few symbols that she has yet to be able to decipher.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Bag of herbs(portable)Herb Garden at home. - <font color="#1C5743">Sarah has gained from her training / reading, a working knowledge of herbs and their uses to heal and harm, and carries small bags of them made up for what she thinks she will need on any given job. These have proven most valuable as she has learned sometimes a softer touch is what's needed. At home in London, there is on her roof a more formal herb garden where she is able to cultivate the herbs at various times of the year. It is reasonable to assume she has most of the common ones in decent supply and maybe even some of the more special types on hand, however the girl has not yet mastered this skill and the rare and very very rare herbs she will still have to go looking for and or purchase at exorbitant prices.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Mother's Amulet ( Amulet of Meninna-kal / "Heart of the Watcher") - This also Neck;ace.jpg given to her mother shortly before her death. This is a simple bronze amulet, in the shape of a heart with a stone in the middle all hung on a simple leather cord. Again there are runes inscribed on the back of the piece that have yet to show any signs of being translated. The amulet also has a strange pull for <font color="#1C5743">Sarah, and she cannot really under stand this all that much.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Family Journals / "Uncle Bob's Books" - She inherited a series of books from "Uncle Bob", which he managed to collect through the years he worked for the templars, these combined with the family journals he was able to gather, have allowed <font color="#1C5743">Sarah to begin learning about a variety of things. It is here she has been studying Herbalism, and its uses. It is from these that she was able to begin to understand her family's history with their affliction. It is here also she has learned the first lessons of what would form the foundation of her training in runes and shamanism.

• <font color="#1C5743">Combat Gear •

 * <font color="#1C5743">Mother's Sword (Claw of the Meninna) - Family Heirloom, she has vague memory of mother telling her it was her grand mother's before her's. She knows very little about this besides it can handle anima channeling. She does know she feels very drawn to it. The sword itself is a simple design with a somewhat ornate hilt. At the moment, it is know to it's wielder, to be old and a treasured family item, however she doesn't know the full extent of the gifts the sword can give.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Daggers - if she does not have her mother's blade she can be counted on to have a knife stashed somewhere on her, no matter the outfit. She has a wide variety of these and their sheaths she can attach


 * <font color="#1C5743">A Pair of Colt 1911 /"Uncle Bob's Pistols" - This is one of the things she was able to recover from the motel room where Bob was last seen. These guns while not her preferred weapons, she is quite capable of using these weapons with a decent degree of skill.

• <font color="#1C5743">Training / powers •
Through the course of her time with Robert "Uncle B" Thompson, Sarah was trained in a variety of different things ranging from the more martial and combat skills, to the more esoteric and practical

• <font color="#1C5743">Combat Training •

 * <font color="#1C5743">Weapons training - Mainly with bladed weapons but also moving into blunt crushing ones. This was prompted by the fact she expressed and channeled her anima during combat better through these then any other weapons presented. She has studied a mixed bag of schools: French / German / English / Italian. She is also versed with firearms and able to use them competently but prefers the eloquence of the older weapons.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Hand to Hand - Her Hand to hand training is based around the use Krav Maga. Again this was not it, and she learned from him all the little dirty tricks she would need to survive in this new world she found herself in.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Anima Abilities - She has thus far displayed the ability to channel her anima both through her sword, and through her tattoo, using it as a foci. She has displayed the ability to project and control what has been categorized as Fae Fire, an off colored fire with some unique effects. Subject has also shown skill in using her anima to project and control other " elemental and Biological effects" but they have not been fully cataloged at this point.

• <font color="#1C5743">Further Training •

 * <font color="#1C5743">Tracking - She was taught to follow and pursue her query in urban and rural environments


 * <font color="#1C5743">Survival - Bob has imparted skills needed to survive in the wilds if a case takes there


 * <font color="#1C5743">Basic shamanistic rites - She has picked up some basic rites and understanding from the journals she has been able to understand


 * <font color="#1C5743">lock picking - is quite skilled at picking manual and digital locks


 * <font color="#1C5743">social engineering - "there called boobs" she has developed quiet the knack for smiling at the right time, and showing the right amount of skin.


 * <font color="#1C5743">Weapon Maintenance - She has learned to take care of and maintain her tools


 * <font color="#1C5743">Rune crafting - She has been able to pick up some basic skills again from her mother's journals


 * <font color="#1C5743">Computer use ( not a full hacker but can run route kits) - She is a child of the digital age, and has a working understanding of how to use a computer and do a few bad things with um.