Ganhaarr Warragal

Warragal and Vilrec are just chatting, calm down Nyx!

Appearance

"I worn many faces while I walked the wide land, many more when I sneaked into the light of the campfire to listen to the mulla sing songs of how wise and brave they is""

Warragal is a tall and straight figure, his skin is near constantly coated with dust and dirt from the road. Even under the vampire's ashy pallor his skin looks roughened by the sun.

His clothing is usually workman like, hiking boots and worn trousers, long shirts to protect from stings and nettles of the Australian bush, and a large wide brimmed hat, the irony of which he jokes about frequently.

Personality

Warragal is generally a very quiet individual, speaking only a few words at a time when necessary. The exception to this is when the subject of stories, particularly creation myths and legends comes up, when his features light up, and he becomes incredibly animated.

Spending most of his time in the more isolated and dangerous parts of country, Warragal rarely spends time with other humans, vampire or kine. On occasion he will enter the more built up, heavily populated areas and seek our other kindred, looking either for a bit of company, or some work he can do to pay for some need which cannot be met in the bush or desert.

Around other kindred he is civil, if somewhat irreverent. He makes it clear he has no wish to cause trouble or get into silly pissing contests with others of his own kind. As he puts it Lion don't hunt tiger, dingo don't pick fight with crocodile, no, they just go find some other place, easier tucker, more meat less claw. For a vampire, Warragal is quite friendly and open. Happy to offer advice, maybe even a little training, to young kindred of any clan.

Personal story

This is the tale that Ganhaarr Warrigal tells about himself, sometimes:

"Ganhaarr Warragal is the dingo dog, old man crocodile. Lives on the edge places, the muddy banks, or the dry flatlands. Eats the rotting old flesh. Hunts with strong jaws in the dark night. Walks by man's side to share in the fire and the good hunt. Looks down like the lonely Bat and watches mulla and animal alike as he laugh to himself.

Ganhaarr Warragal met with the daughter of the lands, who was really the Wiri Gitji, the maiden who is old woman, she taught him many things. Took him down into the earth and made him new flesh out of the mud and dirt, it was strong but cold. Now Warragal he hunts the bird and badagarang alike, he hunts fat lazy wirriga and even the mulla.

They say, that Warragal, he no wiri gitji. He come by your camp fire, sit him down, tell a story, but don't lie unless its a good one, if Warragal is amused, if it's a new talling, he grins long and hard, big long tongue slide out of his jaws, then he smile like the smell of blood, and move on.

He speaks to them all and they talk back. Tell him secrets to make him walk by, find another brother to hunt, to look for the red murubin elsewhere.

They say, Ganhaarr Warragal grew wise this way. Many people, many beasts and birds don't want be a meal for warrigal, so they tell stories. Birds talk, bees and possum talk, even old man crocodile he talk too, because Ganhaar had more teeth and a wicked sharp grin.

Now Ganhaarr Warrigal walk this land where ever he likes, no mind for steel fences or wombat's burrow, hunting, swimming, eating. The breeze talks to him, the birds make him a nest. Every day he sleeps and wakes up when the night is cooler. Best time for hunting.

Ganhaarr Warrigal don't mind people, the mulla. Sometimes he gets bored or lonely, spends some time walking on too legs, puts on clothes, goes to sees what his strange cousins in the big cities do, then he gets tired of that. Tired of talking, saying "Yes" and meaning "Food!" So he stops walking on two legs, grows some more, or some wings, and goes back walk about."

History

1953 Embraced by Dearbhall
2013 Met Nyx
2015 Got bored, went to Canberra

By

"All these Yara-ma-yha-who, they moan and weep cause they lost the sun. Foolish, just like a white man. Everyone knows the best hunting is at night"

- On the "curse".

"The stories we tell all got a power, power to teach, power to inspire, power to warn. Some stories got a special place though. Change more than just us petty mulla and Yara-ma-yha-who. Change the world."

About

"Is it just dislocated or did you break it?."

-Nyx in shock; the first time he dislocated her shoulder after she told him to break it.

"He turned into mozzies? That's just evil"

- Ady

Conversations

Warragal: "Long ago animals and birds fought, claw and fang against beak and wing. Each day Bat switching sides. First: "I'm a bird, me, got wings." Then: "You ever see a bird with teeth and fur?" Days pass war ends, truce. The birds and animals see bat for true. Tell him he's banished. Gotta fly only at night, when no birds fly, and when animals away hunting. Lonely bat got no friends. Don't be like Bat. Pick a side, or make sure you don't get notice"

Nyx: "What about the owls? They fly at night."

Warragal: "Remind me to tell you the tale of when dingo cub got what was coming to her for being a little shit"

Nyx: "You don't believe in God? But you seem so wise, and you're so old. Now I will have to make you believe."

Warragal: "You got a man was nailed to a tree three days. Fellow over there got a man was hung from a tree nine days. You very intent on the story of a Jewish prophet for a lady named for greek goddess"

Rumours

• Warragal holds the lost spoken history of gernations the Australian people.
  • Bullshit, his first and last name are from unrelated languages and his "dreamtime stories" are utter fabrications.
    • He did say LOST.

• Warragal is a master of the protean discipline, he knows hundreds of different forms, and dozens of unheard of devotions.
  • He claims he was taught them all by dream time spirits, in exchangenfor not eating them.

• Warragal has a deep and abiding fear of Magpies. He will neither harm nor approach any of those annoying birds.

• Warragal was cursed by a family of aboriginals for killing thier daughter. His constant wandering is an attempt escape the Kadaitcha man.
  • No, he is the Kadaitcha man, or at least, he's basis for the myth of the punishing spirit, and the cultural practice of the ritualised executioner.

• Warragal only looks white, the product of assimilation and the stolen generation.
  • No, he's white. Just crazy.
    • Cultural appropriation...