Searle Remond

"Know me! I am Searle Speaks-with-Ancient-Truth Remond, Philodox of the Moon Lodge, Claith in service to House Wyrmfoe of the Alpha Tribe. Killer of Banes and cleanser of the tainted. Servant of Owl and Lord Falcon, Alpha of Owl's White Shadow. Son of Marc Heals-Wounds-of-Memory Remond, Theurge of House Wyrmfoe, may the Ancestors respect him. Make yourself known or leave this place!"



Such is the typical "greeting" given by Searle. Still a young man by the standards of many, being but twenty-five years old, he is the oldest in the Pack. He must tread a difficult line between working for the good of his Pack, the Sept, and the Tribe in general, and that is aggravated by his past.

Searle was a member of a pack sent out to battle the Wyrm, but under the charge of a Shadow Lord. The Lord seemed more interested in gaining personal glory through the Pack than actually striking against the Enemy. This brought him and Searle to loggerheads at one point. The circumstances are unclear, but he was exiled from his Sept until he could prove his worth to the Tribe. Either that, or he could join his Ancestors. Tough choice.

Choosing exile over death, he headed south, down to Kansas City and the Sept of Silvermoon there. After a time of getting his bearings, he assembled a pack with the express purpose of showing why the Fangs were born to lead by defeating the Wyrm. Anything from cleansing Tainted buildings to killing Banes, to tracking heavily tainted narcotics.

The recent death of Stefan de Haldat du Lys, Eyes of Judgement and Seneschal to the Sept has caused Searle to rethink some of his motives, and to offer greater weight to the words of the Athro.



Searle isn't normally soft spoken, preferring to be blunt and to the point. That way there's no question as to what his orders are. He seems to think he can change the world, or at least a significant part of it, though whether idealism, overconfidence or hubris is the cause of this is impossible to say. Though he has great faith in both the Silver Fangs and the Garou Nation, he harbours what could be called at best a dislike of most of the other breeds he has encountered. The Corax are treated with a grudging tolerance when he chooses to speak with any of the "damn Fera" at all, and the pack has as little as possible to do with any of the other werecreatures as a result.



Searle does not dress in the manner of many other Silver Fangs, both through his own lack of funds and an acute sense of socio-political realism (To wit, posh people in the slums get kicked in). To that end, he wears simple blue jeans and a white t shirt. Black boots and a black leather biker jacket add to the illusion that he's an off-duty Hell's Angel. The stainless steel chain across the front of his jacket helps as well. His face is well-defined and not unattractive, aided by his pulled-back white hair, though it is hardly the most attractive by many standards.