Heirarch of the Concilium of Gary, Adept of the Arcana of Death, Matter, and Space, Ex-Sentinel of the Consilium of Chicago, Thunderbolt Guardian of the Adamantine Arrow, Leader of the Iron Hand
Background: Growing up in the aftermath of the civil rights movement left the child who became the Black Dog with a strange mix sense of entitlement, justice and pride. He was driven to improve the world around him for African Americans but was also looking for a piece of the promised land for himself. Reality tried to crush his dreams but it only slowed him down. He became more cynical but also smarter, slowly carving a place for himself in the world.
After he Awakened he took those ideas to this secret world. With his power he was going make the world right and better. Better for his kind and better for him. The war didn't change that. Though his mentors and friends died he pushed on, becoming a one man army for keeping the peace. He helped shore up the new Consilium and though he disliked the lost freedom, the authority officially invested in him as head Sentinel helped to mollify that.
Somewhere along the way though his cabal moved from protectors to exploiters. Where once they skimmed profits of criminals and kept the worst in line, they found themselves in business with them. To Black Dog's thinking its just a smarter way to do things. Let the rich weaken themselves in decadence, he keeps the streets real to breed warriors ready to fight for tomorrow. If people defeat the crime in their lives then good. Otherwise it was their fate in life to owe him.
He still inflicts mortal justice however. Mostly dealing with supernatural threats and those who have gone too far (with too far getting farther each year). Eventually he attempted to discredit Lealtad and retake the Arrow. When his sacrifice of Hippolyta was uncovered, the Council gave him a final duel with Lealtad. Though he fought hard, she beat him, nearly killing him with her magic. Banished he left the city.
But he has not vanished. He surfaced in Gary and within a few short weeks forcibly took the position of Heirarch. As Heirarch he has been decisive and brutal, wiping out a troublesome pack of werewolves and taking over the old Consilium headquarters as his new Sanctum.
But now his new order has began to crumble. White Ash has left his cabal, his altruism momentarily reignited and shaking off the effects of years of drug abuse. Will this weaken his rule or free him from his last shackle?
Description: A muscular old man with wrinkled dark skin and deep dark eyes. His head is shaved and tends to wear functional but stylish suits that don't impede his movements. His primary magical tool which he draws when blood is about to be spilled is a .44 Magnum.
Path: Moros Order: Adamantine Arrow
Legacy: Custom Legacy
Known Arcana: Death 4, Life 3, Matter 4, Mind 2, Prime 3, Space 4, Spirit 1