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I forgot to wear my cross tonight. I left my garlic at home.

It's so dumb but it's so fun to wander 'round the city alone

Created on 2008-09-01 18:25:42 (#16494332), last updated 2009-09-16

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Name:	Aaron Gawain
Birthdate:	03-03

Bio

The Timid Werewolf

Name: Aaron Gawain
Age: 18
Height: 5'06
Zodiac: Pisces
Birthday: March 3rd
Class: Blondie

Personality

In many ways, Aaron is simply a relatively normal young boy. He's sensitive though, and ~~more than~~ a little cowardly, with a tendency towards being over emotional...but he has a good heart. Normally cheerful, Aaron tries not to let himself get too caught up in being wistful or too lost in his past. It isn't often that he'll talk overmuch about what he went through...but sometimes he'll open up and talk about himself, if he feels he can trust someone. Usually these periods of self-talkative don't last for long however, and he will slip into silence and turn away with a wistful glint in his eye.

Beyond that, Aaron is eternally curious, wanting to know what he can about other people and how he can possibly help them. His friends are his world...and while not a fighter he will stand at their side and show his support. Just don't ask him to fight...he doesn't like violence. It's rather scary and he's painfully aware of his own weaknesses. Normally, Aaron doesn't like confrontation, and often shies away from potential fights. He's well aware of his own shortcomings, both physical and emotional, and while he is trying to better himself, typical teenage laziness gets in the way. That, and of course his never-ending quest to find his former adoptive parent and be forgiven.

Of course, this changes in his werewolf form. Aaron is young, and doesn't know the first thing about how to control it. Because of this, on the 15th of each month, at night when he transforms, he tries to chain himself to a wall, or otherwise lock himself away, because he cannot control what he does. That form is too wild, too raw and primal, and Aaron is unaware of what he does when in that form. It stays that way until he transforms back at dawn, and then he can free himself and set about business and life as normal.

History
Aaron Gawain was born in Crescent, a blonde child who was destined to be spoiled, if only things had gone right. His mother was a young woman who had married early in life and was having complications birthing her first child, and Aaron was born prematurely by about four weeks. His mother was a small woman, and the pregnancy was difficult for her. In the end, while mother and child survived the intense labor, Aaron's life would remain the one with the stronger will, while his mother, a gentle blonde, would be the one to perish. Aaron's father, a round man with an anger problem would be inconsolable. He blamed Aaron for her passing and because of it, the pair never quite bonded with him as a father and son should.

He didn't admit to loving him, but at the same time he was proud of him for being alive. Still, that bitterness never fully went away, and often, Aaron was sent away for school, returning home only for breaks. His father would improve while Aaron was away, working, enjoying himself, seeming healthy...but whenever he returned, and his father saw just how much his boy resembled her, it would all come crashing back down. Aaron's father constantly turned to drinking then, and often it was Aaron who felt the brunt of his fury. His belt, his fist, his boot, he rarely spared Aaron, except when the child was fast enough to escape him and cower in his room.

It was when Aaron was thirteen however that his life changed. He'd come home one evening to find his father playing a heated game of poker with another man, strnagely enough wearing a hood over their hair, their face hidden from view. Aaron said nothing, meekly bringing them both drinks when ordered, and looking down, not wanting to call attention to the bruise on his face in the shape of a handprint. The stranger, thankfully, said nothing, simply continuing to play hand after hand, ignoring Aaron in favor of the game. It wasn't until the middle of the night that Aaron awoke to a fit of coughing to realize that the hooded stranger was looming over him. He tried to cry out, but was lifted up and quickly carried away. He found out later that his father had lost him in a gambling bet. With their money slowly dwindling thanks to drinking and galmbing, his father had bet the only thing he had left to lose: his son. In return, he'd apparently been given a sizable amount of money for liquor, and thought no more of his child.

The stranger proved to be a strange benefactor, caring for Aaron as if the boy were his own flesh and blood child. He spoiled the teenager, giving him anything his heart desired. Expensive clothing, trips mountainbiking, anything Aaron could ever want was his...so long as he obeyed his new surrogate father to a T. His wants were simple: complete loyalty and a desire to never leave. It sounds easy enough, but when you're a teenager there's little you seem to want more than freedom, and Aaron Gawain was no exception. Often he was lonely, left alone in the large apartment while his guardian went about business ventures. Everything was taken care of for him save that he was forbidden to leave of his own free will. A veritable prisoner in his own home. Their time together, still, was lovely, but apart he grew restless and sullen, resenting the captivity. It was during this poignant period that Aaron came to have his first close friend. A local girl who would stop and talk with him on her way to and from school, getting there early and staying late so that they could share stories and tidbits of information. She was his link to the outside world and the pair were as inseperable as they could be. He told her about his guardian, how restless he was and eventually, she came up with an idea for both of them.

"Run away with me!" she urged, and Aaron was swayed. With her help he was able to escape the locked prison that was his home, and the two darted off through the streets, twisting through so many narrow alleys that Aaron was completely lost before he could blink. By the time he had the courage to ask her where they were going they were surrounded. It was over and done with quickly. The girl who had been his friend was gone, the few nice gifts his guardian had given him stripped away by her boyfriend. Street thugs with nothing better to do, it seemed.

Aaron still can't quite remember the sequence of events that took place after, except that Nebiros appeared, and chased off his attacker, who seemed...less innocent in appearance than "she" had been moments before. Before he could tell his guardian that he wanted to go home, he was told, simply that due to the choices he had made he was free. The ambulance came and he was handed over without a fight. His guardian seemed disinclined to want him back, but agreed to cover the medical expenses to see him safely cared for. By the time Aaron was released he was being placed in a foster home, as the attempt to find his father ended in one word: deceased. Alcohol poisoning. A woman named Pamela and her assistant ran a small cafe and coffeeshop, and he would live with them and work as their waiter. The apartment he had lived in was empty, and Aaron never tried to return to it. His old life was over and a new one had begun. Soon after, the teenager began to exhibit the first signs of his new ability. A slightly heightened sense of hearing or smell at strange moments, a few fleas here and there....and then the night of the first transformation. Pamela nurtured him through it all, and eventually when the invitation came, sent him away to attend better schooling to help control his "gift."

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