| So yeah, Davidson is my name folks named me after the best bike they always fucking wanted, well I ain't the best fucking son, so fuck you. I came up in the streets, I live in the streets, I party in the streets, and I ain't afraid to die in them streets. Folks, don't got a fucking clue, either do you most likely, if ya do fucking prove me the fuck wrong mother fucker.
SO yeah, I ain't got no phone. I ain't got no id. I ain't got no home addy. People keep on asking, if you need me put it out on the street. I'll find ya, the street folk know where I be.
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| FUCK YOU! That good enough for ya, fuck ya'll.
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| Don't need nobody fuck off.
Except for.....
Libby - Ex-Boss lady, super awesome, fuck with her get the fucking teeth.
RABIES - Best friend, through thick and fucking thin. I got your back bro.
Journey - Not totally bad for Garou, kinda almost like em.
Jimmy (Ratkin) - Crazy fucking dude.
Harvey- Burn the world fucker.
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| Race: Ratkin
Aspect: Engineer
Job: Punk singer
Breed: Homid
Rite Name: Bite The Hand That Feeds
(warning he is not a nice pc, if it is going too far page me, and we can find away out of it.)
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| Eau De Rat
Sense Weaver
Spirit Speech
Scrounge
Rite
Rite Of The Shopping Cart
Background
Freak Factor 4
Colony 1
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