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COLL MACCULLOCH |
TWO-SPEARS
Cliath Fianna Ahroun
 Gaia put you on this earth for three things. Feasting. Fighting. And f... yeah. She knows it. You know it. And you don't hesitate to show it.
Daily life's simple and spartan. You do whatever the Alpha or the elders tell you to. When you're done with that, you troll the suburbs as a door-to-door handyman, doing whatever it is that needs to be done. Your rates are low and you enjoy the work -- particularly when it's a comely young housewife who needs your, er, services. When the holidays roll around, you start growing your hair out the old way, and on the solstices and equinoxes you always hie yourself back to Scotland -- or at least to the nearest Fianna caern -- because no one parties like the boys o' Stag party.
Whatever you do, though, you grab the bull by the horns. Eat like a starved man. Drink like a fish. Get riled up and throw down at a moment's notice. Never hold back against the enemy, but if he's not Wyrmy, then don't carry grudges when you're done beating his skull in. Fall in love at the drop of a dime. Get your heart broken often and break hearts often; it's all part of life, and if you don't reel in ecstasy and crumple in hurt, you don't know you're alive. And ah, yes, life: relish it. Love it. Wring every last pleasure out of every last moment, because you never know if you'll have another chance.
Oh yeah, and never forget: you are the UberGarou!
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