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Bruce was a child of the 70s. Born in Palisade’s Park, New Jersey, the only
son of a single mother, his childhood was not one of happy memories and
warm, fuzzy feelings. His father had died when he was only a year old, and
his mom never talked much about the man… so it probably wasn’t a comfortable
subject. But Bruce had always looked past this, concerned more with the
more pressing concerns surrounding his life; usually, the fact that he was
dirt poor. His mother’s job barely supported them, even in that old one
room apartment they shared, food was scarce, and so was heat, but they made
it through together all right. They had to. But even still, Bruce found
himself spending less of his free time at home, and most of it on the
streets, hanging out with friends, causing trouble, and all the other things
poor city kids tend to do. In an era where Disco reigned, Bruce wasn’t
exactly a punk, but nor was he into Saturday Night Fever… sort of
caught in the middle, just trying to make it.
Yeah, he’d grown up a lot since then. He’d made it through high school,
gotten a job as a cabbie… and eventually made his way out of that world he
had known for so many years. Being a cab driver wasn’t exactly a life of
luxury, but in the bigger cities, especially New York City, someone could
survive pretty decently. And so that’s where Bruce moved himself. The Big
Apple. And slowly, but surely, Bruce made a name for himself in the company
he worked for. Sure, it took several years, and a lot of hard work, but in
the end it all paid off.
And now he was here… a driver/manager for the company in Brentford North…
well, South too, but they didn’t get as much business there usually. He had
a serious relationship with a wonderful and intelligent woman, some good
friends, and a stable income. Oh, and he found out two years ago that he
was actually a part of a breed of creatures created by the Earth Mother,
Gaia, to protect the world from evil.
Yeah.
That’ll burst your little reality bubble.
When you
suddenly find out that you can become about 10 feet tall, with muscles that
a bodybuilder would boggle at, fur as thick as anything, claws like
something out of an old movie, and teeth just as deadly… it tends to change
your perceptions on things. Especially when you discover this at the age of
28, after your ideas about reality are pretty much set in stone.
During his time in Brentford, he had stumbled upon a girl in an
alley. Hung up on the wall, gutted, and her eyes removed. The
anger, fear, grief, and sadness overwhelmed him... and he changed for the
first time. Raging, he destroyed the body and nearly killed another Glasswalker named Alaster before he could be subdued. Alaster
trained him in the ways of the Garou... but because of his late change, he
tends to Rage easier than most.
How do you
cope? That’s easy. Alcohol. At least at first. After that, you just have
to get used to it, and learn to deal with the fact that your life isn’t at
all what you thought it would be.
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