Calvin Ripear

Auspice: Rahu
Tribe: Blood Talons
Pack: Slaughterhouse Five

Calvin isn’t what one would ordinarily expect from a Blood Talon baptized under the Full Moon. It’s not that he doesn’t have the skill demanded of a Rahu or the dedication to discipline and the warrior’s code demanded by Fenris-Ur; he has both in no short supply. What throws other Uratha is his disarming sense of humor. Calvin Spicoli may have Changed under a warrior’s moon, sworn blood oath to a destroyer god and chosen to stand with a pack of dangerous brutes, but he still manages to laugh. He was the one to suggest the name “Slaughterhouse Five” for the pack, even though he hadn’t personally read any Vonnegut — and still hasn’t.

Though Calvin jokes around easily enough outside of a hunt, he is all business when there’s flesh and blood at stake. His sobriquet comes from two different but related sources — the notch taken out of his right ear, and the ear of the Pure werewolf that he spat out at the close of the old stockyards fight.

Calvin is a tall, lean Italian American man in his late 20s. He tends to keep clean-shaven, and wears his hair a bit longer than his family finds fashionable. He tends to scar when he regenerates, and his body is crisscrossed with the marks of old fights. He grins easily, but it’s more intimidating than reassuring even when he’s in a good mood. In wolf form, he’s a massive timber wolf with bright yellow eyes.