The Gangrel prefer nature and the wilderness to everything else. They don't really care about appearance, most of the times they look like a homeless or as Robinson did. Their temperaments are not much better than the Brujah's, but at least they think a bit more before they attack. For a long time they were part of the Camarilla, but recently they got fed up and left to follow their own paths. Nickname: Outlanders Sect: Gangrel were nominally in the Camrilla before declaring themselves independents. There is still a considerable  amount  with the Sabbat. Appearance: Their harsh unlife and little care about fashion make the Gangrel pretty fearsome. Add to that the animalistic features that most members of the clan bear on their mind and you will get a somehow beutiful predatory appearance. Haven: Gangrel often have no permanent place, they find a new place to sleep every dawn. Those who are skilled enough in Protean choose the earth as a haven. Even these Kindred, who are familiar with nature, are endangered to werewolf attacks in the wild, so they rather stay in cities'/towns' parks for the daytime. Disciplines: Animalism, Fortitude, Protean Weakness: As Gangrel are very close to the wild they gain an animalistic feature every time they frenzy. This feature can be anything, but it has to be physical. If the character gains a lot of these marks his social life might get much harder vy having to hide everything from curious eyes. Quote: You provided worthy sport, mortal. Now, though, the chase is ended. Stereotypes Nosferatu Wise observers and useful allies. Still, I wouldn't choose to lair in a pest-hole. Assamite Jackals playing at being lions. Ravnos That these honorless bitces dare to claim kinship with us is an insult. Brujah So much fury for so little gain. Toreador Pointless waste. Followers of Set They stink of desease worse than most of us do. Then again, we're all corpses. Tremere They are not vampires, try though they might. The reckoning has merely been postponed. Giovanni Who cares? What do they have to do with us? Tzimisce Pointless waste. Lasombra Honest bastards. Competent bastards. Bastards nonetheless. Ventrue Their foolish power-games keep the others preoccupied, and so we tolerate them for now. Malkavian Either they know the greatest secrets, or they've played us all for fools. Whichever, I keep my distance. Caitiff We bear the blame for many of these wretches. Ultimately, though, they must make of unlife what they can.     Camarilla A blood-wind harbinges the coming hurricane; perhaps it's time to leave the shack before it crashes down around us. Sabbat We stay and go, spare and kill as we choose, O Black Hand.