To be a Gangrel...
Well, well. Looks like I'm here to explain what you are, cuz your sire
sure as hell didn't do a very good job in that area. You, my friend, are
a gangrel. What's a gangrel, you say? Heh heh heh, you're gonna get me
start on a rant...
A gangrel... Hmm... The gangrel are simply the ass kickers of the
kindred. When there's a problem, if the gangrel are on your side, you've
got nothing to worry about. If they're against you, pack up and leave
town. We are a nomadic people. Wanna know why? Because we can be!
Because we aren't afraid to look a werewolf in crinos form in the face
and spit in his eye! Because no prince will dare not to let us into his
little cage of a town. If he does, every gangrel within a hundred mile
radius will come to make sure that no other clan looks upon us as a
footstool, or a lap dog. We are like the Brujah with brains. We don't
follow all of the rules of the Camarilla, but they are afraid to kick us
out. Plus, they need us. They need us so bad, the thought of us going
against them makes them tremble in their cities, thinking about the fact
that we face things every night that they have nightmares about. C'mon,
we can grow inch-long claws just cuz we wanna, and we're supposed to
follow THEIR rules? All they do is politic and scheme, and we're out
every night living (or as close as we can get to it anyways). We've got
the moon on our backs. We can choose to run as wolves if we want to.
While the other clans scheme to become prince of their little cities, we
are our own prince, and we will fight to the death against anyone who
tries to oppress them. And we'll probably win too, and that's the thing
that keeps them from trying to overpower us. And if you see one of your
brothers or sisters on the road, you will probably be treated to some of
the best stories you've ever heard, and probably tell some of your own
as well. You can always call on the other gangrel, but don't do it
unless you NEED to. And you probably won't need to very often, because
if you can't take care of yourself, we aren't always going to take care
of you. It's the survival of the fittest, and we always survive.
Alright, now off with you. Get on your way, and keep your head on (both
figuratively and literally) and you'll do fine. I'll see you on the
road...