In Homid, Erika displays all of her inherited scandinavian beauty. 6'0", platinum blonde hair, pale skin, ice blue eyes. Very, very muscular and fit from her years fighting her brothers and her current lifestyle. She tends to dress in all black or all white, Emma Peel style.

Erika was born to a normal Norwegian family. Mother. Father. 3 older brothers. A happy family, too, until her mother died when she was 8, giving birth to a younger sister. Her sister followed her mother to the grave four days later.

After her mother died, she was pretty much forgotten. She became a tomboy, but not out of choice. Mostly it was to fight off her merciless brothers, and after she grew up a bit, her brother's horny friends. By the time she was 17 she could and would damage anyone that looked her way funny.

As she grew up, she always had terrible dreams and nightmares. They were always dreams of terror and pain, and they seemed to always be in the forest, out in the wilds. These dreams lingered throughout the day, and she was never in a good disposition after having one. As she came closer to her 20th birthday, the dreams grew more and more frequent. Soon came her First Change. She was walking down a dark alley in Alta, on the way to some midnight rave, when she was jumped. She wasn't in a good mood to begin with, and this just topped it all off. She slammed him into the wall, and then hit him. Then she stopped. The hand that had hit him was not hers. Well, it was hers, it was attached to her body, but the body was no longer hers either....the shock turned her back to normal, but it was too late for whoever jumped her. She couldn't even tell what he looked like, his face was gone.

Erika went home. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her mind was spinning. She sat in her living room, just staring at the walls for hours. The next morning there was a knock at the door. Numbly, Erika got up and answered it. Her aunt, Tyra, was standing there.

Tyra was her mother's sister. She was fascinating to Erika, but they hadn't seen each other since Erika was small. Tyra had been around a lot when Erika was really young, but she had only seen her Aunt once since her mother had died.

The look of shock on Erkia's face made Tyra's smile vanish. She came inside, muttering something about good timing. Her aunt checked around the house to make sure Erika's father and brother were gone, then sat the dazed girl down and explained her true lineage to her.

Tyra was a Werewolf. Erika was a Werewolf. Erika's mother had been something called "Kinfolk," although Erika's father was not. Tyra wasn't sure if her brothers would be or not. Kinfolk tended to be raised knowing about Werewolves and their heritage, but Erika's mother had left the family over a bitter dispute with their father. Tyra had not come around much after her sister's death because of extreme dislike of Erika's father (this was totally understandable to Erika, she hated him too).

Annika, a 7th generation Brujah Elder, had staked Erika out for several years. It was known in the vampire community that she was untouchable, Annika had laid a claim on her. All Annika was waiting for was the Prince's approval. The Prince never rushed things, and had been observing the case for several years, to make sure Erika was suitable to join Alta's small vampire community. The Prince finally gave his approval, and Annika went to Erika's house one night shortly thereafter to give her the Embrace. She was gone. Her father and brothers swore up and down they hadn't seen her in over a week. Annika tried to track her, but had no luck. One day she saw Erika in the city, walking around with two other women that looked vaguely familiar. Annika ran into a shop and grabbed a portable camera, and took some pictures of the three from a distance. She took the film to a Gangrel freind who was a nature photographer, and had him develop the film. When they had the pictures, he confirmed her suspicions. The other two women were known to the Gangrel, even if just barely. They were werewolves. The Gangrel told Annika that the only way they would be so close and freindly to Erika was if she was their kin, or one of them, and he leaned heavily towards the latter.

She watched Erika from a distance for several months. The brooding girl that Annika had fallen for was gone. Erika was obviously much happier with her new family than she ever had been before. Hatred grew in Annika, hatred that her prize would be stolen from her in such a way, by Fate. She slowly went mad. In her madness, she focused her anger and hate on Erika.

Much about the Garou is a matter of balance: balance between wolf and man, spirit and flesh, and creation and destruction. Born when Luna’s face sits on the threshold between light and darkness, Philodox are the physical incarnation of this balance. Among the Garou, they are known for their unbiased outlook. Indeed, the words of a Philodox are often taken to heart by the most radical of Garou factions. They value this honor and strive to maintain their image as fair and impartial judges in the eyes of other Garou. The Philodox who does otherwise may find himself ostracized by other Half-Moons.

A Philodox character is often the mediator and peace-maker in his pack. As she grows older and wiser, she should expect to be called upon as a judge and arbitrator for a wide variety of matters. And although a Philodox can not help but see the world in terms of balance, she is loathe to express her views unless others ask her. This reluctance to become involved often makes her seem unconcerned to other auspices. Sometimes, by “playing the devil’s advocate,” she actually hinders necessary split-second decisions. Such is her nature, however, and few would argue her inestimable value to the already fractious Garou.