Post by william ryan harper on Feb 16, 2012 0:43:00 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/animegrl-252/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] WILLIAM R. HARPER  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME WILL AND I'M CURRENTLY TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE WEREWOLVES AND I'M A MECHANIC. ------------------------------------------------- I don’t really know how to start this. I’m not all that fond of talking about myself, to be honest. I’ve always been known to be on the quiet side, but not in an antisocial, hermit sort of way. In fact, I would much rather been in good company than all by myself any day. I just have always been better at listening than I am at talking. I’m in no way shy about myself and have little desire to impress complete strangers because what does it really matter what they think of me? It is only when I am close to someone that I will put in a good amount of effort to make them think well of me. I grew very close to my family and so have a strong pride in where I come from. I suppose I also have very strong family kind of values. Even when they’ve done something stupidly reckless you still have to love them… and help them. I guess that can help start my story of how I ended up in France. I grew up on the third largest Hawaiian Island, also known as Oahu. I was born the oldest brother to two others and we were all very close. There were a lot of times we would all go out to the beach or go out skateboarding with the rest of our friends. Needless to say, all three of the Harper kids could be found with one another and we had a close group of friends around at all times. I guess my childhood was pretty average. But maybe that’s just because what happened later on in life really weighed it out and… wasn’t really all that average. At least, not where I was growing up and I’d never known anyone who had been afflicted with a werewolf curse. Not until my baby brother had gone to New York. I lived in Oahu until I was twenty-two and I really wished I would have gotten to stay there. I had just started working as a cop and had several years of being a volunteer firefighter under my belt. There was no way that I could have been happier at the time, surrounded by good friends and with a job that I was satisfied with. Both of my brothers (from what I knew) were also doing well. The middle one was still around while my baby brother had gone off to New York to pursue some dreams of his own. I had never expected him to come back so completely different… It was during our dad’s birthday that my youngest brother had come back home. He seemed suddenly out of place and had no interest in going out and seeing old friends. All he did was stay at my parents’ house reading all day or surfing the internet. My parents complained to me a lot about him, begging me to get him out of the house and figure out what was going on with him. Of course, I was more than willing it was just that my brother seemed to have no intentions of letting anyone find out what was wrong. He wouldn’t let me close to him. I found out the hard way what was happening to him when I followed him before the change. Honestly, I can’t clearly remember everything that happened that night. After he had changed into… being completely insane and unreal I couldn’t stop him and he came after me. All I know is that both of us had woken up somewhere along a string of beach, neither of us looking or feeling so hot. Everyone had thought that we had gotten attacked by a group of hooligans or something. How could I tell them that it was my brother who had done it? And, oh, how my life changed when he told me the consequences of being bitten. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought that finding the source of it all would stop it. I guess it was the big brother and cop in me. Get that bad guy and everything would be okay, you know? So I went to New York with my little brother. In New York we didn’t find much. My brother was scared to be there and really wasn’t a lot of help to me. So I usually found myself alone and looking for some kind of cure that I was starting to think wouldn’t exist. I didn’t want to be a werewolf… who the hell does? After a year of searching New York I lost my brother… I still don’t know what’s happened to him but I have a bad feeling that whatever trouble he had gotten into before had finally found him. The rational part of me does not expect to find him. But I hope I do… Now my search for my brother and the beginning of this curse has brought me to France. It’s only been a year and I’m trying to fit into it all. But I don’t know how long it will last. We’ll see where it goes from here. |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED HAY AND SITS AT TWENTY-ONE. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO RAFAEL LAZZINI, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED HAY AND SITS AT TWENTY-ONE. SHE LIVES IN THE PACIFIC TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO RAFAEL LAZZINI, DON'T YOU THINK?
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