Chance/Stereotypes

Note: These are a kind of worst-case, grumpy hound version of stereotypical thoughts, not meant as anything personal!

Kithain

• Boggan: Good folk, they know how to brew a beer and how good it is to have an honest day's work, and to top it off, have a better sense of humor then most.
• Eshu: I don't know, man, I just don't know. Some of them seem like fun to have at a party, the others you have to squint real hard to make sure they aren't a sidhe. Then again I hear they practice some seriously weird rituals to set themselves apart. What's that cat with nine tails they like? I don't know.
• Nocker: Someone should write a Nocker Dictionary, then sneak it into some hotels and replace the bibles with it; that I'd pay for. Otherwise, hey, at least some of them recognize the modern world isn't this abyss of dread but is instead a treasure trove of innovation and creativity.
• Redcap: To tell you the truth... No comment. No fucking comment, okay?
• Satyr: If I liked asses that hairy, ... who am I kidding? Any party you have, invite every satyr you can find, just don't give them the good alcohol. No matter what they say, they can't tell the difference and its just a waste. Hide the good shit.
• Sidhe: They claim to respect tradition, but toss aside some of the most ancient and vital, all while expecting us to bow down to them just because they decided to come back one day. Fuck them. Welcome to 2015, its time for a change. Top of the agenda? Blood doesn't determine who rules anymore in the civilized world. They're also terrible in bed, because really by the time they're done reading poetry and stuff you've gone to sleep, trust me, that's a night I totally forgot. You want real action, look elsewhere.
• Sluagh: Do not accept an invitation for any kind of party or event that involves refreshment or food. Do accept, how shall I put it, oral favors should they be offered-- which they will, though it will come off as coy and with strange innuendo-- because its just a thing unto its own you have to experience to believe.
• Troll: Tiresome. Severely Compensating. More fat then sense, when you can get past their rumbling.