Bitter Sweet Inhalants

Makin us all forget.

City fumes intoxicates the oxygen. You stumble by the sidewalk, struggling for any clean air left in the atmosphere. Out of the corner of your eye you spot something unnaturaly green contrasting against the greys and blacks of the buildings. A small park.

The park is something nice, really. It was built a while ago, you decide, for the grass was a little too green, the paths clean, and the small lakes and creeks too blue. A small group of people huddle by a pretzel stand, a large bald man taking orders and distributing pretzels. They look good, you decide, and skip merrily to the stand.

After what seemed ages something unexpected happens. A streak of white flickers out of the corner of your eye, attacks the fat man, and snatches a few bundles wrapped in paper. Suddenly, all is quite. As the dust clears you see the little stand tipped over, the man struggling under broken wood. People help out the man and once again that white catches your attention. On the other side of the park a white lupe crosses the street, the same bundles if stolen pretzels in his mouth.

Running after him you shout, Hey, wait up! Come back!

He looks back at you, he seems to be surprised, and runs even faster, expertly dodging taxis and cars with quick, agile movements. You curse at his speed as you wait for a red light. The cars stop, you hobble to the other side, and suddenly you see nothing. A dark alleyway is in your path. On the other side is the city, behind you the park, With a gulp you step into the darkness and follow the path, ignoring the dark blank windows on the walls.

Ey, if I were ya, I'd leave and now.

You jump. Who was that? Hello? Are you the thief?

Thief? Pah, nah, I ain't nothin' but a person who.... uh works fer his food, eh?

A white lupe stumblde out of the alley's exit. He is lean, lanky, and very disheveled. His fur, a pure white, is messy and ragged. Clumps of it are smudged with grey and gravel, perhaps from previous escapes through the streets. He wears a fancy striped scarf and wristbands on his forelegs. His head, well, that's another thing. A messy mop of maroon hair completely obscures his upper half of his head, his snout the only thing protruding from the hair. Atop his head are placed handsome charcoal ears.

Behind his hair you imagine awkward eyes, glinting with amusement. Assuming your startled face, yer here to stop me, ah?

You nod, your action slowly changing to a no. No, I suppose I can't do anything about it, can I?

Actually you can. Dun rat on me and we're cool, eh? with that the white lanky male trots away in the opposite direction, back where he appeared. You let yourself go and sit on your bum. Plop. The male comes back. Uh yeah, my name's Linskey. People merely whispa it, k? With that he flips his hair back, revealing handsome silver eyes, and as quickly as they appeared they are gone. Hidden by maroon hair. He is gone.

You walk away, admiring this mysterious male. The male with silver eyes.

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August 05, 2008
More junk added to the page, such as updates section, a FAQ, and a section on Roleplaying. More images have been added plus one brand new 50x50 link back button.

Stats

&& FULL NAME: Linskey Winters && NICK NAME: Lin, Linnie && CARETAKER: acnefree && SPECIES: wolf && GENDER: Male && AGE: Young Adult (20) && ACT: Cocky, sly && GIFT: Speed and agility

&& PARTNER: None && DESIRE: None && OFFSPRING: None && PETPET: Stump && MOTHER: Celine Winters (whereabouts unknown) && FATHER: Unknown && TRADE: Thief && PACK: What for?

²ð Linskey is a mangy ball of greasy fur on legs. His thick, shaggy coat hangs limply from his skin, often clustered together in smudged tufts of fur. He is simply disheveled, his once glossy white fur permanently stained with grey smudges and silver streaks. His head is another marvel of it's own. His face, along with the majority of the base of his muzzle, is completely obscured by a mop of frizzy maroon hair. It is scattered all about his face. It's a shame, really, that it has to cover Linskey's jovial silver eyes. They are his most attractive feature yet he chooses to keep them hidden. His body is thin, lanky, and very flexible: perfect for agility and speed. His gift contributes to his most well-developed skill: the art of being a thief. He is often seen streaking through the streets, a blur of white and maroon storming through the city and causing chaos. Another interesting fact is his scarf: the only (and I swear) clean thing about it. Although the scarf isn't a body part, Linskey sure treats it like one, like a second heart. It is always sparkly white, hanging loosely from his many layers of fur on his shaggy neck.

²ð The street rat is a real charmer. He has that conman charm to him, sly and dangerous. Linskey is very loud, rude, sarcastic, and simply out of control. There are times, however, where he loses it it; either through anger or sadness. If he experiences too much at once he begins to loose his rocker, often shouting nonsense and babbling to himself. Despite his craziness and demented way of life, the ladies are always after him. Always. Past the filthy, cocky, rude, and not to mention unsociable exterior that is Linskey, is a god-knows-what part of him that makes him irresistible. So watch out, be smart, and keep to his good side--or is his bad side a bit more dealable?

Family and Accomplices

[ Family ]

Jaegyn is my little brother. I haven't seen him in ages, but the last time I was with him he developed a rare case of arthritis at such a young age. I dunno what's wrong with him, but I hope he's managed through such a painful condition. Word has that he went insane. I'm not the one to judge. Yeah, well, call him the 'emo' type. When we lived together he was always a sad, droopy-eyed guy who sighed constantly. He rarely talked and ate. I dunno where he is now, but I've heard people say he disappeared. Not like kidnap disappear, but like a vanishing. I hope he's okay.

As for Saeun, she's another thing. Saeun is like my distant cousin or something...She's a lunatic, really. Like Jaegyn, she has a rare medical condition. It's like she's in a delirium every day. She can be fine at times when nothing stresses her out or makes her feel something strong. When the condition kicks in, she starts to scream, shriek, and call out names of people I don't know. She mistook me for a certain person named "Greg". Who's Greg? And after an attack she becomes all depressed, secluded, and shy. After one particular episode we had to take her to an asylum. She stayed there for a few months, but after that, the hospital officials said she escaped. Nothing is known from her since.

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Stump

Stump: the little street rat! There's this place a few blocks away from my apartment building. It's a huge vacant lot that's been literally taken over by wildflowers and heather. It's littered with trash to one side and boxes in the other. I usually hang out there, chewing on a pretzel or enjoying the breeze. And one day, as I rested there, I heard shuffling by the boxes. I went to investigate and found the little scrap. It was cold, wet, and shivering for such a warm day. I felt pity for it and took care of it for a while. When I tried to release it again, it did not leave and it followed me everywhere. He's pretty dumb, so I called him Stump. He has stayed with me since.

History

Part 01. Childhood
PART ONE GOETH HERE

Part 02. Young Adult
PART TWO GOETH HERE