Re: Steampunk: The Clockwork Eye
In reply to Rez (msg # 10):
I am not sure if this is still open, I am new here but i would like to join if it is still available.
Name (First/Last): Pup, no last name
Race: werewolf
Age:unknown
Height:6"5
Weight: 324 lb
Description: fur as black as coal, eyes as blue as the moon, fairly soft fur, carefully snipped claws (still sharp) his face almost puppy-ish until he smiles revealing sharp fangs on a jaw that could crush a mans skull in one go. Although years of practice has allowed him to walk upright for as long as any other human normally can he is more comfortable on all fours where he moves faster and more naturally. One other thing that is almost unnoticed in a small blue circle on his head that is almost faded in with the black fur around it. those who get to know him notice that the more they know and trust him the more clearly view-able the circle becomes.
Occupation: mechanic/tinkerer/scavenger (not sure what the right word for the mix is
Personality: very child like/innocent, easy to get along with, protective, tends to collect items that seem useless, absolutely loves music, poems, riddles etc, chatting.
Gear: hiking bag, toolkit,sewing kit, custom black cloak, basic cooking/eating kit, necklace with a glowing moon orb on it, custom made dagger, custom fit eyeglass (i cannot remember the name but it covers half the face and it works like a magnifying glass and binoculars), journal/pen, and last but not least a little bit of $currency
skills: chess, tinkering, hiding, reading, taking things apart/rebuilding them, fixing, cooking, sewing.
Background: The story of his parents are unknown. He was found as a small Pup (XD in his case 75LB werewolf formed child) the little girls who had found him always called him puppy, and since her parents at first were to afraid of what would happen if they told her she could not keep THIS pet, Pup was able to stay for a while.
at first her parents always had a rifle or pistol at hand for when Pup went on a blood thirst but after a few weeks they realized he was harmless, so their guard lowered and eventually no fear remained at all.
since werewolves were uncommon (pretty much unheard of) the other villagers adapted quickly, seeing how the family was calm and was fearless when scolding Pup if he did something wrong.
Due to passing time people noticed Pup's growth was faster than their own in only a few ways. size, and appetite, which to their greatest relief Pup's diet was far from what they had expected. he could eat pretty much anything they could and his body would be satisfied with it. Although his knowledge grew around the same speed any normal child's would, his mind was more adept at keeping knowledge. he could be found reading books, tinkering with clocks, stoves, tossed out motors, and pretty much anything else he could get his hands on, earning him many punishments and days of working off what he owed for taking it apart. in some cases (when he could) his task would be to put it back together in working order.
Many years Had passed and Pup (not knowing Puppy was just a name for baby dogs) kept the name and was known by everyone in the village as PUP. He had happily taken to being the repair man werewolf. Fixing up anything in need of repairing.
For Pup, this was the place where he would grow old (when or if he did) and die when the time came. But sadly for him, life has many surprises, both good and bad.
Pup was sound asleep at the edge of the nearby forest by his favorite spring when his dreams became nightmares full of screaming and the smell of smoke. Pup's eyes shot open and he was on his feet and running before his brain could figure out what was going on. Before he knew it he had torn through something, an odd taste in his mouth, then another and another. Pretty soon Pup had lost count of what he had been tearing through, and mixed with his confusion of what was going on entirely everything went blank.
Waking up at dawn to the fading smell of smoke Pup looked around.. the village he had once loved was not smoldering wood and ashes, the bodies of the ones he cared about were scattered, most of them had been shot, the ones who could not run or were not fast enough had been cut down. also scattered around were bodies that Pup couldn't tell who they had belonged to. after several hours of crying and rage Pup finally got up to look around.. no one had survived. the bodies that were torn to pieces were strangers, clearly the ones who had attacked.. it seemed none of them had survived either..
The confusion Pup had felt at how it had all happened ended once he saw the reflection of himself in a busted mirror. His black fur was nearly completely covered in dried blood, his teeth almost stained the same red. It was then he remembered his odd dream of running and tearing. Pup sobbed again, saddened at the loss of his home and family.
After a month of burying the dead and marking each grave, and with only the few things he could find that were salvageable and not broken, he left.
XD I hope this is good enough
