Seeker-of-Spirits

I, am Herman Jakobson, aka Seeker-of-Spirits, both umbral and mundane. I was born when our beloved moon was cresent, 17 years ago, to be a Silent Strider. I was a lost cub. None knew of the possibility, that someday I would be part of the Garou society. Except my cat perhaps. Or at least the spirit dwelling it it. Being born in a small town of Heiligenblut, located under the shadow of Grossclockner mountain, my childhood was rather happy time, though I didn't get along very well with other children, and liked my own peace a lot, watching quite a few movies. My parents were both working, leaving me a lot of time to myself during the time I went to primary school. As a teenager I was in a small gang, doing tags and drinking. What else could one do in a place like that?

Then came my first change. And I was beaten to hell by other lost cub who had his first change, a soon to be my packmate, Seth. I have actually been beaten, bruised, and even lost my right lung once, so many times I can't count it all anymore. but I'm still alive and kicking. Anyway, Seth, me, and two others, Marc Wallace and M.I.Lamperi, whom we saved, were given a pack status by Glockner High Mountain Sept. We are Silver Claws of Gaia.

Our first pack totem was my beloved cat, whom we had a deal to claim back a long lost caern of Red Talons. We did that. and it changed everything. After fulfilling the deal we had with the spirit inhabiting my cat, our pack totem changed to Lynx-spirit, and growed a bit.

And why am I telling this? Because I have always been, and will probably be for a long time still, the Ritemaster of our pack.
My current rank is Fostern.

And for what future will bring, I don't know. But I know that the Apocalypse is here, and I'm bloody well going to fight it!

Even without beer if necessary.