Name: An'dreu.
Gender: Male.
History:
It had always puzzled him why everybody thought the French were such a weak, snobby people.
America
unfolded around him, the early 1800’s crowded with rich gentlemen and
their dainty wives. The city was barely born, still on the cusp of
childhood, and ringed with growth and destruction. At this point of time
he had actually enjoyed the scent of this place. Looking back on the
times, he couldn’t believe it didn’t stink of smog already.
The
poker table was laid out in front of him like some taunting toy and he
tapped his card hand against the table, listening only absently to the
thwack the stiff deck made when it struck the edge. It was meant purely
as an unnerving motion, and while he subtly watched the men around him,
it was obviously beginning to encroach on their nerves.
“Dammit,
man.” One gruff boy growled, and threw his hand onto the velvet table,
scattering the aces and tens. He pushed his chair back and stomped out
of the smoky room. A secret smile curved An’Dreu’s handsome face.
“Anyone
else?” He drawled, and his French accent was practically dripping with
dares. The other men glared at him, their eyes glinting in the low light
the gasoline lanterns provided.
God, he was so proud back then.
An’Dreu remembers this card game with the soul of a barely salvaged man.
It was no surprise when the curse arrived; he’d been playing with the
devil all night. Half drunk, drugged from the thrill of the purse he had
won off of the other guys, and shambling through the western town
without a care in the world… he was so young. So, so young.
-----
I
had blundered into her on the eve of my twenty first birthday and
spilled vodka all over the front of her tattered, ancient dress. While
she had stood there with the perfect expression of surprise all over her
face, I had stuttered out a laugh, not an apology. My companions, all
roaring from laughter at the woman I had humiliated, were already
beginning to leave me behind. I turned without another thought from the
stranger and didn’t even leave an apology in my wake.
That night,
I dreamed of her. I had horrible, mind-numbing nightmares of this witch
and she promised me that the next time we met, I would regret ever
leaving her soaking in the middle of a public street. That I would
regret being so arrogant to a victim I should have helped.
The
next morning, I nursed my headache with the best cocktail money could
buy and ignored it. I promised myself I would never see her again, and
it was likely I wouldn’t. America was a big world even back then.
But
it was this specific card game that allured me right back into hell. I
was walking back to my apartment flat after the game, whistling to
myself and throwing around the jingling bag of money I had nabbed off
the others. I was proud. I was arrogant. I was drunk. I was the same
exact man who had run into the gypsy years ago.
And yet, in some
ironic way, this was the way she found me. This time I did not run into
her; no, she bled out of the shadows like some demonic grandmother, and
when I winced at her appearance but didn’t allow myself to run. I was a
man, after all, and this woman must have been at least eighty. What kind
of a French gentleman escaped from a harmless passerby like this?
So
I focused my gaze forward and eased around her, but I was not to be
lucky tonight. She cackled at me from under the visor of the obnoxiously
ugly hat that perched on her head, and I swallowed. My instincts
screamed at me to escape, and my heart rate escalated with the force of
adrenaline that was pumping through my body. I slowly lifted my gaze to
hers and when our eyes met, it was like falling into the worst nightmare
of my life.
-----
This is the part where my memories
escape me. I don’t know what happened after that sizzling moment between
us; all I remember is waking up with a horrible pain all over my body. I
was lying in some alley as far as I could tell, but besides that,
nothing seemed to be wrong. The injuries, whatever they were, must not
have been that bad, because I couldn’t smell blood. I could move all my
limbs.
When I stumbled to my feet, the first thing I saw was that
my chest… was not my chest. Fine gray hair coursed over it, and I was
bewildered, astonished. When I lifted a hand to feel it out, to my
wonderful surprise it was a paw. A delicate canine paw.
The
gypsy woman had cursed me with the figure of a dog. When I raced to the
nearest clogged puddle I could find, I peered down at my new face. The
same deep gray eyes looked back at me, but they were surrounded by
things all different. My snout was long and proud, my chin with the same
arrogant curve I had earned as a human. The identical single gold
earring that I had manipulated to seduce so many women with hung like a
debilitating cross on my pricked ear. This was me. Or at least; the new
me.
-----
I won’t bore my listeners with the tales of my
frantic searching and how I quickly became known in the town as the
“dog-that-would-never-shut-it”. I howled and screamed for someone to
save me, for anyone to help, and I was chased in my nightmares by that
woman’s cackles. Some of the more kind merchants fed me their extra
scraps at morning and dinner. I lived as any common alley dog lived, and
this life lasted for five years.
I became aware that I did not
age like a dog, and nor was I losing my intelligence as I had so vividly
feared over the days. My joints weren’t stiffening like they should if I
was truly a dog and had survived this long; my pelt, despite being put
to horrendous living conditions and very rare baths, was luxurious and
soft. I never stank like the boxes I lived in.
...
Planned Ideas-
-find a pretty human woman and stalk
-see her get attacked by muggers
-chase them away
-get adopted by pretty woman
-find out woman is a witch
-manages to explain to her [figuratively] that he was human
-draws runes on him in black ink for the ceremony
-does a spell but backfires
-now he can speak all languages but that's it
-woman gets sick from the incorrect spell
-wilts away and dies a few months later
-tells An'Dreu to do one last favor for her...
Personality:
An'Dreu is an arrogant, rich jerk.
This
usually translates into a high tail, a raised chin, a dignified
expression and a wicked grin. He's quite the seducer and highly popular
with the ladies, so he pretty much always looks satisfied and has a
smirk.
He never, ever cries or looks sad in the slightest.
If surrounded by money he will look lazy but cheerful, as he loves money and money loves him.
Alcoholic beverages are his favorites.
[editing]
[Major WIP]
Name: Nicotine.
Gender: Male.
History:
...
Planned Ideas-
...
Personality:
In
a nut shell, he's messy, unkept, sometimes spontaneously crazy and
technically a mad scientist. He has self destructive habits when not in
the presence of one of his prized experiments, and is highly,
psychotically protective over them. If he is ever moved to another
assignment without completing the one before it, he throws horrible
tantrums and threatens to leave his work; which is a nightmare for his
boss, who is forced to bend to his will.
Nicotine is a brilliant
scientist, and not even the brightest of the new generations can seem to
replace him. Despite his bad attitude he is the best, and he knows
this. Surprisingly though, he is not at all arrogant or proud of
himself. He never rubs it in other people's faces. In fact, it seems to
just be another fact of life in his opinion, and truth be told, if he
ever commented it to somebody else it would be equal to saying, "You
need air to breathe."
Highly sarcastic to his friends but very
playful when away from the lab, Nicotine seems to almost be divided in
two at all points of time. Half of his mind is focused on whatever he's
currently working on but the other half seems particularly affectionate
towards any and all he calls his friends. He doesn't particularly care
for children or women, and in fact has rarely had a romance with one;
the last one he had turned out horrible.
[Major WIP]
Name: Thames.
Gender: Male.
Backround/History:
I lived in the shadow of him, yet for the longest time I never felt envy.
He
was my everything; my hero, my protector, my guardian... but most of
all, he was my brother. An'Dreu was a few years older then me and he
left the house much earlier. As much as I worshipped him, he was so
involved with our money and beautiful women that he barely noticed he
had a sibling.
Sometimes mother would reprimand me for loving him
so much. She’d warn me over and over again that nothing good would come
of this one-sided connection, that I was “wilting in his shadow”. I
would tell my mother she loved me way too much with a playful wink and a
squeezing hug, but I thought about her comment for years to come. When
it came true, I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been.
-----
I had been touring France when the letter arrived.
It
sneaked into my mailbox within a sheet of black lace, and when I opened
it, I just knew it was bad news. As I sat at the flat’s table and read
the words etched in fine ink, I didn’t want to register it.
I
packed my bags in a hurry and bought the fastest horse I could find to
ride hard to my birthplace and to the side of my dying mother. She had
been infected with the disease that had been running rampant in the
streets of the small town lately, although when I arrived the doctors
assured me I could not catch it. “Immune,” they said over and over. As
if I cared. My mother was dying; no silly illness would stop me from
easing her final hours.
She was sticky hot from the fever that
melted her, but I clutched her hand without reserves and mumbled
reassurances against her forehead. Eventually, the doctors left us be.
It was only when we alone that my mother slowly stirred, her beautiful
cerulean eyes flickering open with a soft smile. This was the look she
had always reserved for solely me, and like always, I relaxed when I saw
the familiar sunshine.
...
Personality:
Quiet and distant, for the most part, Thames is the thoughtful kind that doesn't get very involved in others lives.
The
single exception to this trait is his closest friend and most cruel
enemy, An'Dreu. To those that aren't close to either of them, it is
difficult to understand the attraction that holds the relationship
together. In truth, they are near complete opposites of the other.
While
An'Dreu is snobbish and arrogant, luxurious in the family money he
owns, Thames spends it silently and rarely. He never flaunts his riches
that he shares with An'Dreu, and nor does he share his viceful tastes in
beautiful women and gambling. Instead, Thames focuses on charity work
and finding the gypsy woman that cursed both him and An'Dreu.
Unlike
An'Dreu, he harbors no harsh feelings for her and instead wishes to find
her merely to get her to reverse the spell on An'Dreu and make him a
shapeshifter like him. He has not told him this, however, as he is fully
aware that if An'Dreu ever found the woman first there would not be
time enough to get the stranger to fix the problems.
Thames has
always been wholly devoted to An'Dreu, ever since childhood, and
unbeknownst to him, An'Dreu shares the same feelings. The two become
very awkward around each other whenever the idea of romance is brought
up, and usually An'Dreu just ignores his own personal emotions and gets
his friend to get him some alcohol. In a way, both of them share a
self-destructive relationship.
Other:
This is sorta complicated but... xD My plans with him involve him
discovering that his 'mother' wasn't actually his biological mother, and
he's not related to her in the slightest. That he was secretly adopted,
which is why in childhood An'Dreu ignored him so often. So Thames sets
off to find An'Dreu after their 'mother' dies to confront him about this
and yell at him for never telling Thames, when An'Dreu gets cursed; and
unfortunately, so too does Thames. This was at the part where An'Dreu
blacked out, and Thames ran up there to try and help him up; the gypsy
automatically assumed he was one of An'Dreu's friends and shifted him
too. Well, from there Thames loses sight of him and only reunites with
him years later, after An'Dreu encountered the witch and got the runes
on him. Thames had [sorta] the same thing happen to him, but unlike his
brother, the spell didn't backfire, and Thames can shapeshift human too.
c:
