My Life's Story

Well..... lets see. It all started when I was born on August 25 (28 years ago). That day, I was one of the few natural born werewolves, but I could not shift untill later on. I was born into a large, close knit family with four brothers, three sisters, a mom and dad, a grandfather (who was also a werewolf), two grandmothers, two aunts and uncles, and last but not least, two cousins.

It was an ok everyday family..... for wolf that is, they hunted together, killed together, and ate together.... ::mumbles:: we even celebrated Christmas together.

(Well, i guess i need ta say something about why the lycanthropy (werewolfisim) skiped a whole generation... well, thats what the curse was spose ta do. Yes i said curse, now to tell ya about the curse. About 200 years back some time.... one of my ancestors was a pet to a great and powerful warlock named Mephisto. Back then, there werent any werewolves in my family...yet. Well, Mephisto was a good warlock.. sorta, he was trying to make a spell that would make all werewolves good, but it would make them stronger too.... if it didn't back fire.

My ancestor messed up the spell... how.... by knocking his toy ball into Mephisto, Mephisto lost his concentration and pointed at my ancestor and told him to shoo.... but the spell was still working its magic, it shot through Mephisto's fingers into my ancestor. Turning him into a werewolf, and he was stuck as one... not a good one, but a bad one, since the spell was not complete. Mephisto got out of that tower pronto while my ancestor was still recovering. The spell turned him evil, pure evil, and gave him inhuman strength and mystical powers.

He had many children, and they too becane werewolves, twisted like him. Mephisto was working on a counter spell.... he never found it..... his new tower was utterly destroyed by the power of the "super" werewolves.... with Mephisto still inside..... it is said he is in hell, still working on a counter spell to this day as his torment.

Well.... along came Merlin (if you dont know Merlin, yer stoopid), he worked on a counter as well, he found 2 half counter spells, one where it would allow the werewolf to shift and not be stuck as fullwwere, like normal werewolves, and the other being that it would skip every other generation. It was henceforth called the "Curse of The Blue Moon". Only a full blue moon could point out the werewolf in the generation, and give him the ability to change.) And thats why the lycanthropy skips generations and why that a werewolf of Darks family is so powerful.

Ok, back to the story.... After Dark was born, he had fun like any normal wolf could, chasing rabbits, playing with his brothers, teasing his sisters, you know, fun stuff. After a few years, Dark started getting mean... just plain mean. Tying his sisters tails together, putting porcupine quills in his brothers beds. Everyone knew he was gonna be the werewolf, they just didn't know when there was going to be a blue moon, they were hoping that there wouldn't be one. But you know fate, always works the wrong way you want it to.

On Christmas Eve, after Dark had turned 6 years old, it came.... the biggest, most beautiful blue moon seen in 200 years. And Dark changed, changed forever.... and as they say... the rest is history. He woke up the next morning lying on his mothers arm...... which was completely severed off and on the opposite side of the cave from her mangled body. He had awaken to a bloodbath, words cannot express what was seen by his eyes that day.

He ran out screaming, he was so frightened... he had torn them limb from limb, even his grandfather couldnt stop his madness. A few days passed. He knew that he had to go back, to bury them. He went back, it was awful, the smell.... the sight of it made his stomach churn. He burried them.... each with their own headstone in the Rhydin Graveyard. He swore he would never return to that cave... or to those mounds of dirt.

A few years passed, he had mastered how to change from being a wolf, to human and half-werewolf. But every full moon, he would change... he would kill. He stayed in human form mostly, he had become a ruffian, a hoodlum... a nuissance to society. He was just an all around bad kid.

He was taken in by a nice old lady at the age of 9, she raised him and taught him. He loved her, thats when he started remembering his parents. What he had done... he kept an eye on the callendar to make sure he was far away when the full moon shone in the sky.

One night, after he had turned 15, there was a full moon.... he shifted, and went after an female elven mage... who placed a curse on him... just before her heart stopped. The curse stated that for every life that he had taken, or ever would take.... he would live again, tormented by their souls..... all of which were ripped from their eternal resting place and trapped in what has been named the Spectral Realm.... he had the power to traverse realms from that point on. He could go there, he went there...... he saw what was left of his mothers soul..... he broke into tears that moment.

After that he went back to the graveyard..... he placed his own headstone. "Here lies the soul of Dark Wolf, may he forever rest." Was all that was carved into the stone. He visited all of his families gravestones... that he had placed only 9 years before. When he kneeled at his mothers gravemarker... she spoke to him through the wind. She said "Do not give up hope my son, we shall meet again in eternity." He fell to his knees and wept once more.

He left the old lady at 16 to train in magic..... and fighting on the side. He was a very quick learner.... he had advanced faster than all the other students in his class. In 4 years, he was already taking the Test of the Mages at the Tower of High Sorcery. A test which means you can possess true magical powers... or simple death. Well.... Dark passed it. But with great consequences.... he was almost defeated, when he let out a howl so loud it made the earth shake. The sky grew dark and from the clouds came red lightning. They watched in awe of this. His body began to grow and change, spikes shot from the back of his head as the full moon came from behind the clouds from only moments before it had been noon. His eyes ran blood, his mind snapped from the pain of the transformation.

When the transformation was complete, there stood a 14 foot tall monstrocity. The creature opened its maw and spewed forth a beam of pure energy straight at his opponent, utterly destroying him.... and the entire tower as well. He was banished from any of the towers, but why did he need to return.... he had it, he had what he had come for..... he had the power. The master of the tower gave him a gift, every survivor is given a gift, that gift was a sword, a Masamune. (More on this in Weapons section)

He scoured the planet searching for books... spell books. He found them.... he found the library..... The Library of the Ancients. An archive of the arcane arts... everything he ever wanted to learn.... to cast.... was there. He stayed there... he lived there for four years, studying. He then came back to Rhydin.

He fell upon a little store called "Rhydin Petshop". He met many people, gained many friends.... friends. He had friends. And as they say...