2. Character Birthdate (including year): October 30, 2007
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Mexican Wolf
5. Gender: Male
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): a-single-bluebird@hotmail.com
7. Currently played characters: None
8. How you found 'Souls: Its affiliation with a site I was looking at.
9. Initial post:
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Time was ticking. This was the only thing that Che could be entirely sure of in a world in which he was sure of very little. Time was ticking, and soon it would be up, allowing him to leave this world as insignificant as he was the day he arrived. Over three years Che had succeeded in making absolutely nothing of himself. A wanderer by nature perhaps, he found himself content to be alone with his ever-present thoughts. Often he wondered whether he'd look back and regret his lonesome life. It wasn't that Che was anti-social, merely that he was not social. The creature did not avoid social interaction by any means, nor did he fear or dislike it. He simply existed without it, floating along as meaningless as a dandelion seed in the cool fall breeze. However, Che had been inspired suddenly (by what, he did not know) to put the potential for regret to rest. He aimed now to be known, by at least a few, and to do so he intended to join a pack.Che was not sure how far he'd wandered from his original home. He'd crossed an ocean at one point merely to see if he was capable, he'd braved the densest forests, climbed the tall mountains, shivered through the cruel winters of the north, and all for no reason other than because he had nowhere to be. Any sane man would take a bet in which he could gain a million dollars without having to put up anything on his end; this symbolized the most interesting aspect of a life without meaning--risks can be taken with ease when you have nothing to risk.
Now, as he sat on the border of a pack he did not know, Che could only wait, albeit without much anxiety (again, nothing to lose, everything to gain) and hope that some sort of future lied ahead, be it good or bad. That was another funny thing about the Meaningless Existence--you're never very picky.