01-02-2008, 10:23 PM
Character Name: Obadiah Lemuel
Character Birthdate (including year): December 11, 2003
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci
Your e-mail: weet.winter.hello01234@yahoo.com">sweet.winter.hello01234@yahoo.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). None
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Pure luck/google search
Love was a beautifully corrupt beast, waiting to be unleashed into the heart and soul of every creature it could find. Man or woman, this monster cared not. So long as it found someone to sink its teeth into, it would be content. Obadiah had been fortunate enough to evade the hunt, though his adoptive parents had not been so lucky. This creature had struck two women together and torn them apart out of pure hatred. Indeed, Obadiah’s first mother had been killed by a bow and arrow, strangely the one weapon of choice that the man cared so dearly for as part of his Native American…interest, if you will, though it could likely be classified as more of an obsession. The second mother, now broken to pieces by the death of the one love she had been given, hung herself days later, leaving a three year old werewolf on his own.
And such was the sorry tale of Obadiah Lemuel, though such poor fortune would be forgotten by the man, for he was built an optimist, and looked upon the sorrow that came with the death of his mothers as nothing more than a pathway for his own future. They had fallen at times close together, reunited likely in the realms of the Gods, where their love could eternally exist. The son they’d left behind would mourn their deaths briefly, not because he was ungrateful to them, but because he respected them too much to cry over them, when he knew in his heart that they were now the happiest they’d ever be.
Cry at birth, laugh at death.
He smiled pleasantly into the fierce winter’s wind. Today marked the beginning of something new. Today was the start of a new year. Two thousand and eight was upon them, it had broken free of the cursed year before and was—much like the birth of a baby, new and exciting. Obadiah welcomed the possibilities that came with a new year. He even found himself a bit overcome with the fact that a new beginning was upon him, and not just because another year had begun, but because another chapter of his life had unfolded.
He’d made the long trek to the land of Bleeding Souls, where he’d heard many interesting tales. If what he’d heard was fact, Obadiah was certain that this area was where he wished to reside. He’d indeed tired of the old country and had remained only by the wishes of his mothers, but their deaths had ripped the chains free of the growing male and had let him go, ready to explore what other sights there were to see. Ready to conquer daily endeavors and meet each challenge. This was a new beginning for Obadiah Lemuel.
Character Birthdate (including year): December 11, 2003
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci (not applicable to non-canines): Luperci
Your e-mail: weet.winter.hello01234@yahoo.com">sweet.winter.hello01234@yahoo.com
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). None
How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Pure luck/google search
Love was a beautifully corrupt beast, waiting to be unleashed into the heart and soul of every creature it could find. Man or woman, this monster cared not. So long as it found someone to sink its teeth into, it would be content. Obadiah had been fortunate enough to evade the hunt, though his adoptive parents had not been so lucky. This creature had struck two women together and torn them apart out of pure hatred. Indeed, Obadiah’s first mother had been killed by a bow and arrow, strangely the one weapon of choice that the man cared so dearly for as part of his Native American…interest, if you will, though it could likely be classified as more of an obsession. The second mother, now broken to pieces by the death of the one love she had been given, hung herself days later, leaving a three year old werewolf on his own.
And such was the sorry tale of Obadiah Lemuel, though such poor fortune would be forgotten by the man, for he was built an optimist, and looked upon the sorrow that came with the death of his mothers as nothing more than a pathway for his own future. They had fallen at times close together, reunited likely in the realms of the Gods, where their love could eternally exist. The son they’d left behind would mourn their deaths briefly, not because he was ungrateful to them, but because he respected them too much to cry over them, when he knew in his heart that they were now the happiest they’d ever be.
Cry at birth, laugh at death.
He smiled pleasantly into the fierce winter’s wind. Today marked the beginning of something new. Today was the start of a new year. Two thousand and eight was upon them, it had broken free of the cursed year before and was—much like the birth of a baby, new and exciting. Obadiah welcomed the possibilities that came with a new year. He even found himself a bit overcome with the fact that a new beginning was upon him, and not just because another year had begun, but because another chapter of his life had unfolded.
He’d made the long trek to the land of Bleeding Souls, where he’d heard many interesting tales. If what he’d heard was fact, Obadiah was certain that this area was where he wished to reside. He’d indeed tired of the old country and had remained only by the wishes of his mothers, but their deaths had ripped the chains free of the growing male and had let him go, ready to explore what other sights there were to see. Ready to conquer daily endeavors and meet each challenge. This was a new beginning for Obadiah Lemuel.
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