Quote: Rage is a double-edged sword my friend, learn to temper it, to hone it

and it will be your finest tool, but to use it in it's raw state can, and often
does, lead to folly.

Prelude: My family owned a land in Iceland, we gathered our own firewood for
the winter, we fished and smoked meat for ourselves, we took care of the
land, and it took care of us. During one of my trips into the woods I stumbled
upon an ill-kempt camp, the smell of rotting flesh clinging to the air. Newly
stripped hides hung on racks, I recognized the hand of poachers.
I can only surmise what happened afterwards, my body erupted into
something monstrous, and I savaged the camp, ripping down tents and
equipment with equal wrath. Unfortunately for them, the poachers returned
in the midst of my onslaught. They had no chance.
When I regained my senses, I knew my life was forever changed. I
travelled deeper into the wilderness, far from humanity. The night terrors of
the things I had done haunted me, I did not eat, sleep took me in fits, I
thought I was going mad and this path would lead to my death, instead it
lead me to my Buri-Jaan. He taught me to temper my anger and to teach
others how to do the same. He taught me a time and a place for the passion
that spawns from rage to be used.

Concept: My job is to help those whose anger consumes them, to teach them
when and how to use it. The Garou are some of the hardest students I have
ever had. They lead the fight against Gaia's enemies, and for that they need
all the assistance I can offer. Yes they committed a terrible act upon my kind,
but they were young and foolish, and their rage consumed them. Perhaps if
they are taught how to harness it for good I can help to prevent such an act
from ever happening again. I have much to learn still, if I can live with garou
and learn their minds, it will help me in my goals of making sure they can
stay on the right path. Gaia has many enemies, and her soldiers need all the
help they can get.