Sin Diaspora

Artwork by Alaine

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  1.   1.  Appearance
    1.   1.1  Basics
    2.   1.2  Picture
    3.   1.3  Coloration and Palette
    4.   1.4  Forms
  2.   2.  Personality
    1.   2.1  History
    2.   2.2  Interaction
  3.   3.  Relationships
    1.   3.1  Key Relations
    2.   3.2  Family

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Info info





Player Info

  • Date of Birth: 17 June 2015
  • Human Age: Young Adult
  • Gender: Male
  • Luperci: Ortus
  • Species: Dog Hybrid
  • Family: Unknown
  • Birthplace: The Atlantic Ocean
  • Name Meaning:
    • First Name: Son; Inherent shame
    • Last Name: Driven from the Homeland
  • Nicknames: None


  • High percentage Arabian mare.
  • Glossy black (groomed to a shine) with white star and three white socks.
  • Head-strong and vocal, likes to squeal like a drama queen!
  • Tituba likes to dress her up in finery traded for with potions.
Though she dresses plainly herself, Tituba is clearly vain when it comes to her horse.

Pack Information

OOC Assumptions


Characters from AG may assume and reference the following without discussion/asking:

  • Since joining the Badb tribe, Tituba has deeply immersed herself in its culture; She is a fount of knowledge on local lore, and will readily discuss any religious ideology.
  • Tituba often disappears into the woodlands with her two young daughters in tow for long periods at a time. Sometimes her son accompanies them - Sometimes he does not.

1.  Appearance

1.1  Basics

  • General


1.2  Picture

1.3  Coloration and Palette

  • Nose and Paw Pads: COLOR
  • Claws: COLOR
General Colors
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Eye Color
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)
Isabelline (#f4f0e9)

1.4  Forms

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102 lbs (46 kg)
34 in (86 cm)



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220 lbs (100 kg)
42 in (107 cm)



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240 lbs (109 kg)
6 ft, 7 in (200 cm)

OPTIME (Preferred)


2.  Personality

"Trope", "Trope", "Trope", "Trope"

It is easy to see Tituba as a stern woman - She often refrains from speaking, and rarely indulges in any sort of polite sensibilities that one would expect from a lone woman caring for her children. She is fiercely independent, but seems rather capable of being so; And will often disappear with her children for days, weeks at a time, only to return without speaking of where they had gone and certainly looking no worse for wear.

She will not suffer fools gladly, but when given an engaging topic - religion (of any sort) being a particular favorite - will speak at great and eloquent lengths on the subject, as much with her hands and animated movements as with her accented tongue. The woman collects idols and deities by the dozen, though seems very select and private in discussing which one/s she holds most dear.

A hedgewitch by craft, Tituba practices petty sorcery, primarily through simple potions in the nature of healing, divination or the like. She has been known to throw an extravagant curse should the situation warrant it.

When asked about her past, or indeed any aspect of her life prior to her arrival at Airgid Gleann, the woman will make no pretense of discussion and instead fix the ask-ee with such a baleful look that they are like as not to flee.

2.1  History


2.2  Interaction

  • Speech: Multilingual (Primary: Arabic - also Common-tongue, Gaelic, Spanish) - Tituba speaks quickly and directly, when she speaks at all. Her voice is surprisingly deep, and husky to the ear.
  • Scent: Lichen and spice, nettle and smoke

3.  Relationships

3.1  Key Relations

She tells me of the homeland where our people live, and the many gods that live there. She tells me of the life we might have had, if my uncle had not been murdered. I smile to console her but think only that it would have been her life - not mine, at all.
It is good for a young man to have such a comrade; We little people of the dirt know well how to watch one another's backs. He is smarter than any I have ever known. I hope that his anger does not eat through his stomach and kill him in the end.
She who walks with Mafdet; A sorceress stronger than even my mother. I must be careful. I must be watchful. The path unfolds before me, and it is long and winding (I am alone in this; My blood cries out for company and guidance).
I wish only that death had found you more lingering, and that in your failure I might never have been born at all, but my spirit taken up in some other untethered beast; And my mother left to walk the path our people assigned her; And that she no more wakes deep in the night, weeping silently.

3.2  Family