Brief History:

Richard was born of two kin parents, Sarah and Robin Harris and was their pride and joy. Constantly mollycoddled, he spent little time with other children, quite a frail child especially for one destined to be trueborn.
His childhood, and indeed most of his early life was almost idyllic, his kin parents shielding him from anything that could befall him, including the way that garou treated kin... young Richard growing up classing everyone as the same, merely with differing abilities.
The one turning point in his life was when his father was diagnosed with cancer, nothing of the wyrm, nothing supernaturally evil.. just a malignant thing that could not be stopped. It was then that he truly started to hate disease.. hate illness, as much as he was taught to hate the wyrm.
He forwent friends and family.. reading through countless texts to seek answers to medical problems.. though nothing could aid his ailing father.
It was one one trip with his father and mother that brought about his first change, and his true introduction to the family.

The First change...

One Thursday, sitting in the back seat of the car as Sarah drove Robin to the hospital for his check up and medication, the rain grew almost too heavy to be driven through, but spurred on by the want to get to the appointment on time.. they drove on.
It was a shame, a great shame to have chosen that shortcut road, that day.. the resurfacing having left the road more slippery than usual as the car slid across the glinting surface and crashed heavily against a tree. Robin died instantly.. crushed by the impacted door of the car though Sarah fared slighty better.. trapped by the crushed dashboard. Richard sat there in shock for some moments.. though a medical student for some time now.. this was too real.. too vivid.. till the seemingly distant moan of pain from his mother broke through his shocked fugue state..
He looked up to see her slowly bleeding out.. scrambling forward over the askew seat to her.. desperately trying to move the dashboard from her.. enough to free her shattered limbs. But to no avail, too weak was he, too feeble to save even she who gave him life.
In frustration he cried out.. a primal yell of anguish.. which deepened a turned into a howling roar.
He reached for the dash again.. making a desperate last effort and was too angry to be surprised that it folded under his touch like cardboard.. the door ripping off his hinges as he kicked it out, lifting out his mother and laying her gently on the grass.
He looked to her.. trying to assess her wounds and paused, shocked at the smile upon her face.. leaning over her to try and tend her crushed legs and seeing his claws for the first time.
He desperately tried to bind her legs.. but his claws to big.. too unwieldy for the tasks, on occassion slashing his mother legs with his claws, though she didn't feel it.. her smile her dying act and final gift to him.
In his grief.. he slumped down to mortal size and wept until the emergency services arrived, and beyond even then.

New Bremen Happenings:

Not long after Richard came to New Bremen, he found the place to be rife with turmoil and a hive of foul happenings.
At first he worked at Central Hospital, as an emergency room specialist and became close friends with Terra Fleming, the head of the EMT department.
That lasted less than a few months, as the pressures of surgery started to mount.. his rage making it impossible to work in such a violent fast paced enviroment anymore.. so he left to open his own medical centre.
His pack, The Servants of Gaia's hope, were a mixed group, a bunch of garou who's seemingly only common purpose was that the tribes must stand united. Most of the time however was spent wandering the streets or forest, trying to stop violence when they could, and promoting unity rather than discord.
Roaming the streets helping people did Richard's sanity no good, none at all, however.. for on the streets at night many strange things happen to many people.
More often than not.. he encountered women sobbing in the street having been the subject of a beating, or rape.. serving only to damn his opinion of the town and those who lived in it.. having had to deal with 37 rape cases to date. When it grew to be too much he went out into the forest, on virtually his first time there encounting a group of the wyrm, 3 Black spirals and 4 fomori in an assault helicopter with silver bearing guns. Many people he knew died that day, though in the end the battle was won, Richard downing the helicopter himself.. with help from the spirits.
He encountered leeches not long after.. one of them stabbing a CoG kin in the throat and draining the blood from her before his eyes, till he slay it and saved the kin and her tortured brother from it's foul haven.
He encountered Mages when one of them revealed gift like powers and he pursued the matter.. it turning out that she was new to the art and did not yet know all of it's rules.
So many other things have happened.. too many for him to recall, the battle to take the eastern shifters caern and the werebear he met there.. the fall of Razor alley and it's retaking.. though the most poignant one involved not battle, not honour, just a woman.

Mari.. Walking on one of his many patrols of the northside, Richard encountered a woman, a kin, of his tribe.. who looked so troubled it drew him to her in his want to help. She was reluctant at first, but after a time welcomed his attention, profesional that it was. Marian was her name, a beautiful woman with a lamentable past. She had been.. attacked.. while walking alone in Greenwood Park and left violated and alone, unconscious.. and from that day could never touch a living soul without feeling sickened and repelled. Only after a long time could she trust again.. her and Richard through their long sessions of talking, sharing how they feel and letting out things to each other that they had kept buried, gradually fell for one another, Marian even after some months, able to touch him without fear or loathing... even with affection. What they felt swiftly was quickly reflected when they eloped to Las Vegas to get married.. returning to New Bremen as not just mates, but Husband and Wife. It wasn't meant to be.. they quarreled, two strong personalities, though linked at their very cores by love, clashing on occassion. The division between them even gave rise to a moment of weakness when enticed by another woman.. Richard cheated on Marian. He was plagued with guilt.. periodically not going home for a day or so unable to face her with the knowledge of what he had done.. only to have her taken from him, the guilt still lingering in his mind. He knows.. deep down.. it's his fault she died. He shouldn't have cheated.. and now he was sullied and unworthy of her, she was taken from him. A mugging.. a damned mugging gone wrong cost him his darling wife, some punk wanting cash and her defiance.. a trait he dearly loved in her sometimes.. causing him to make her pay the price, as that damned mugger did not long after...

More to Come: Soon