The day started like any other. Wake up, get dressed, throw a hot pocket into the microwave, make coffee, eat said hot pocket and burn tongue, then brush teeth and head out. I was just your average teen attending college in the fall. My life was no different from any other kid in that dorm. At least that’s what I thought anyway. I came into my own on the eve of my eighteenth birthday. A milestone for someone with a deathwish. Vehicle accidents – more than I can count, electrocution, wild animal attacks during hunting trips, home invasions and attempted murder due to mistaken identity, et cetera, et cetera. You get the idea.
I must be the luckiest son of a bitch around. That or I’m inadequately immune to grievous bodily harm.
Sheva & Orkram, one Hell of a twisted tale…
You bring out the devil in me…
My birth fell under a blood moon. Now, whether that is considered special or not, I couldn’t tell you. You see, I’m not accustomed to all that hoodoo voodoo mumbo jumbo that everyone believes. Don’t get me wrong, there are some mean old beasties out there, fo’ sure. I guess you could say I’m one of them. But I’ve never hurt anyone. Not without just cause anyway.
- Who Am I...
the Winged Beast
- Romantic Interests
- Relationship Status
- My Appearance
*Author’s Note: FC/images subject to change at any point in time. :3