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Anton was a chemical engineer at a petrochemical plant until recently. He was not a very notable person. Just another man in white coat and helmet busy checking the purity of certain compounds and living an unremarkable life. A serious accident happened when a large tank filled with partially refined oil became contaminated and exploded. Dozens of employees were killed or seriously injured, and a part of the plant collapsed into a raging inferno. Anton was nearly killed when a large pipe crashed down on him, trapping him inside the burning ruins. Almost by a miracle the fire fighters managed to rescue him against all odds. He was in a coma for several weeks, badly hurt by the fumes and with severe burns. He was paralyzed from the waist down. Strangely, when he awoke he seemed not to be horrified with his state, but almost peaceful.

When Anton was trapped inside the raging inferno he had a vision. He saw the roaring flames, the boiling chemicals, the collapsing walls and the total destruction. In that moment he saw through all of them and saw what was behind it. He saw the face of the Wyrm — and he fell in love. After leaving the hospital, he devoted himself to poetry to celebrate and worship the power he saw in his vision. Money was not a problem, since the company was forced to pay large amounts to survivors and next of kin in damages. Anton retired to his home, and started to write.

Anton's poetry isn't terribly good. Most normal people would think it quite morbid, but also rather boring. Endless lists of accidents, sprinkled with chemical and medical terms and odd metaphors. The few publishers to whom he showed his poetry politely rejected him but Anton didn't care. He writes because he likes it, not because he expects anyone else to understand. While normal people find it somewhat boring and not very avant-garde, other beings understand it far better. Shortly after his second attempt to get published, he had a visit from three people. These people disturbed him, but he also felt something else. Perhaps kinship. They demanded to hear his poetry, and were quite violent. Their reaction to his Elegy to Dioxin was astounding. They started to rave and pray to something they called "the Wyrm". After that, Anton got a regular audience. Strange visitors arrive to hear his poetry, and they seem to appreciate it greatly. Sometimes they tell him stories, which he weaves into his poetry.

Anton is in fact a quite normal human being. He is not possessed by anything, and he has no special abilities. He is just a middle aged handicapped man, who writes bad poetry. The poetry isn't that special, except for its subject. It has practically no effect on normal people, except boredom and maybe nausea at some of the themes. A Garou will feel the presence of the Wyrm in his praise of death, entropy and corruption. The strength of his poetry is not in its literary qualities, but his intense feeling for the Wyrm and its works. He is quite popular among the servants of the Wyrm, and copies of his poems are spread in secret.

Whereabouts: Anton spends most of his time in his house, a rather nice place in the suburbs. It was built to accommodate a wheelchair, and has several modifications to help Anton in his daily life. Inside it is neat and tidy. Anton spends most of his time in the living room, where he writes his poetry or reads. The walls are covered with shelves filled with books about chemistry, poetry, medicine and environmental issues. A perceptive visitor may notice marks of claws on the rug.

Description: Anton is a middle aged man in a wheelchair. He is slightly ruddy and his hair is slowly turning grey at the temples. He speaks in a low voice, sometimes interrupted by coughs (but never when reading his poetry). His left arm is heavily scarred, and he has several burn scars on his body. He always has a couple of pencils and a notebook with poetry and notes in his breast pocket.

Personality: His only solace in an otherwise quite dreary existence is his poetry. He can spend hours thinking about a single line, and completely forget his disability. In ordinary matters he is efficient, if not terribly enthusiastic. As soon he gets onto the subject of his poetry or the works of the Wyrm, he becomes a new person. He can sit for hours and describe the beauty of burning oil or the cold elegance of the Third Law of Thermodynamics.

Nature: Visionary
Demeanor: Conformist
STR 1, DEX 1, STA 1
CHA 3, MAN 2, APP 2
PER 2, INT 3, WIT 3
Knowledges: Poetic Expression 3, Wyrm Lore 2, Science 4 (chemistry), (+ others)
Backgrounds: Allies 4, Resources 2
Willpower 6

Quote: "The sacred oil mixes slowly with the curdling blood, into the... no, it doesn't work! I have this vision, but it simply won't stay on the paper... broken glass reflecting the flames... so beautiful!"

Story Ideas

The werewolf Pack follows a servant of the Wyrm and finds the poetry meetings. If they take the time to talk to Anton they might find that he is a rather nice man, who just happens to be in love with the Wyrm. He might even be useful, since he has an intuitive understanding of the Wyrm.

A Euthanatos mage stumbles upon Anton and his poetry. Is he ready for the Good Death? Or would he perhaps be an even greater Euthanatos? The appearance of a couple of Anton's "friends" may make things dangerous.

A Toreador Antitribu (vampire) learns about Anton's poetry and will do anything to embrace him. He is so perfect! This can create interesting problems for all involved, especially if the above scenarios are combined with this.