One who is best described as "me." That is correct; I am Ciaran. Congratulations if anyone in my immediate circle finds this, you think about me too much. Worry not, onlookers, I doubt anyone I know will actually see this. I merely wanted to say that in the off chance it actually happens. If you are currently reading this and know me, let me know, if you dare.
I refuse to give an example, I won't bend to your will, Urban Dictionary.
For reasons that I cannot control, I must include the word that I am "defining." So... Ciaran Murphy.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.