Sean Red Crow Macdougal
Turtle Island Baruti
Name: Sean Macdougal
Physical: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 2
Social: Charisma 4, Manipulation 3, Appearance 3
Mental: Perception 3, Intelligence 3, Wits 2
Talents: Alertness 1 Athletics 1 Awareness 2 Dodge 1 Expression 1 Streetwise 1 Skills: Crafts 1 Drive 1 Etiquette 4 (spirits) Performance 4 Storyteller Survival 2
Knowledges: Academics 1 Cosmology 3 Enigmas 3 Computers 1 Occult 2 medicine 1
Correspondence 1,Prime 2, Life 1, Spirit 3, Mind 2
Primary Sphere: Spirit
Backgrounds: Avatar 4, Dream 3, Totem 4 (shaman) Resources 1 Fame 1 (local storyteller/Performance Artist/ Burner)
Mentor 2 (Totem)
Mission Presidio University Chantry Backgrounds: Library 5, Node 5, Sanctum 5
Resonances: Static (Silvery) 1
Spiritual Duty —Totem
Gift of Tongues
Rattle— focus spirit magic
The rattle was given to him by Old Man Hat.
the rattle is made from a turtle shell, inside are the scales from a rattlesnake’s rattle
correspondence string, knot work
prime— stone, various
life plants—corn pollen, tobacco different depending on type of life involved White sage
mind feather, raven
Sean has multiple tattoos on his arms, torso, legs
Left arm shoulder— turtle island
right arm—rattlesnake coiled around arm, appears to shift and move
right thigh stylized killer whale
left leg stag
Sean has scars on his left leg from the rattlesnake bite
Sean grew up near the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota with his maternal grandmother, Elsie Holiday. Sean lost his parents in a car accident when he was 7. Sean was very sad and quiet for a long time, till he heard his mother singing to him one night. Although he was wide awake m he could her voice… It was the beginning of his of his journey.
As Sean got older, he began to hear more spirits and other things. His grandmother tried to keep him safe and sane, she had some minor gifts. A way with plants and animals, a knack for predicting the weather. Sean’s Awakening happened after an encounter with a prairie rattlesnake. Sean is not sure what provoked the rattlesnake as he was usually very careful in his dealings with the animals in the area. He suspects that it was not a chance encounter, either way, Sean is thankful to Rattlesnake for setting him on his path. Sean, 17 at the time, fell into a coma, leaving his body behind, he ventured to the Umbra. On the other side, he found himself on a path, following the curve and bend of the river. He thought he knew the river, but it was much larger then he remembered. Sean continued onward, finally coming to a campsite, a fire burning brightly. Around the fire were a maybe a dozen or so people, no one he had ever seen before, but somehow he knew them, as turn to look from one to the other, it seemed that the people shift spots. New people in place of the others. Sean saw an old man of the First People wearing an old cavalry hat, with an eagle feather. He bade Sean to join them at the fire.
Old Man Hat explained to Sean that he had a choice to make, he could follow the river and be reunited with his parents or he could choose to sit with the members of the Council, listen to their stories, learn the ways of the Council and help the spirits, human like people, animal people and plant people come together again.
Sean stayed and listened for a long time, hearing the tales of the birth of Turtle Island, the time before the maps locked the world into its present shape. He learned of the birth of Rattlesnake, the ways of the Crow, the stories of the fair folk, the iwa, the loa and all of the other beliefs of people of Turtle Island, both the First People and those that came after.
The Council is made up of the shamans and wise ones of the people of Turtle Island, who decided to collect and protect the knowledge of the will workers, from the medicine of the First people, the vodun of those brought here from distant shores, the folkways of the celts in the Appalachian hills.
“~ Something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant & immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous & unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember & seek the truth. ~Floyd Red Crow Westerman”