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Stats

Name* Engel Gelert
Alias* Gelert
Age*23
Gender* Male
Specie* Gelert/Lupe

Brush* Ghost
Pelt* Reddish?
Markings* Black arrows on either side, ears, and hind legs.
Eyes* Filmed over

Mother* Dahlia (deceased)
Father* Harlot (deceased)
Siblings* None
Lover* Zelewolfen

Likes* Wolf, Cool Weather, Stone
Dislikes* Blood, Water, Boats
Personality* irritable

Friends/Family

Love/Wolf

Art/Adopts

Story

Pre-death

I lived for seventeen years before my death. Seventeen years in which I went through so many changes I discontinued knowing who I was, and although those years aren't well in my memory any longer I will recap them as best I can.

My first memory is of my mother and father looking over me. I don't remember either of their names, and I know that both of them are long since gone. My mother though, was a beautiful lupess, while my father was a large gelert. I don't remember whether or not they named me, for I was far too young for that when they died. My father was lost when his group of friends went off with him to fight against some floating rock, and my mother was lost to me soon after. To this day I do not know how she left this world.

I grew up in the streets of Meridell, taking what I could to get by. I grew rather well for the circumstances, and by the time I was thirteen I was working for a nice farmer. His name has been long lost in my memory.

When I was fifteen I began to wonder what other parts of this world were like. So, as any other curious teenager without partents would, I ran off.

A long journey led me first to Terror Mountain, where I grew a strong hatred for the cold. It was there that I got frost bite for the first time, and I suffered for it due to the lack of knowledge on the issue. To this day I have a black mark under the fur of my neck. It was there when I met a man that took me in. He told me that I wasn't the first stray he'd homed and that he'd take good care of me if I let him.

My mistake was to stay with him. He was a wonderful man don't get me wrong, but he was very traditioned. I was to work for him for a year before I was allowed to leave his services, so after an entire year of getting firewood and meals daily I left. I never did say goodbye to him.

From there I traveled right with a team of explorers to a city that I don't remember the name of. This city was built on a mountain, and half of it was covered in a veil of clouds. I enjoyed life here; the food was excelent, the air was clear. Everything seemed wonderful. I was even comfortable enough to fall in love with a beauftiful kougra. This was my mistake here. Our lifestyle was not looked lightly upon, and I was told to leave. I have never seen the boy since that day, and a few years ago my boss was nice enough to take me to his gravesite.

After I'd been banished from that place I was to travel to a place called Altador. It was supposed to be a place where I could fit in, somewhere where I could settle. On the journey there I reached the age of seventeen, and a day after my birthday I lost my life.

Post-death

When I awoke for the first time since my death I remembered one thing. The face of a death god. His name is Kaleux and he is still very much around. I cannot say alive, but he is around. He told me that I was no longer among the living, but it would be to wasteful to leave me to the afterlife. He handled me for as little time as possible and before I knew it I was sitting alone in the middle of a forst. I was entirely lost for three days, and was exceedingly anxious about the fact that not once since then had I been hungry.

After five days of aimless wandering I came across the Haunted Woods. Although it was still a part of this terrible forest I was relieved to see people for once. I ran around in excitement for a few minutes before I came across a puddle for the first time since I awoke.

The second I saw it I changed my direction and ran towards it. I was so excited that I'd felt like splashing through water for the first time since I'd lived on Terror Mountain, but as soon as my front paws fell into the water I froze. There had been no splash. I'd felt the water around my paws, and as I lifted one out of the water I saw it dripping with the water. There had just been no splash. I backed up out of the water and looked at my reflection in it, and was apalled to see it shimmering. And the more I got worked up, the harder I became to make out.

I ran around some more then, now just absolutely terrified of what had happened to me. Most people couldn't see me, and the ones that could looked either dead themselves or 'joked' around about being ghosts. At the time I had thought they were just messing with me, now I know that they had been, and I should've stayed and listened to them.

Eventually I started to believe that I was in fact dead. But I wanted some way to prove it. I ran my memory for tales of ghosts and how they worked and came up with the first superstision that came to mind.

I spotted a brick wall about thirty feet from me, and my mind was made up. I turned toward it fully and leaned my head down low. In a few second I was bounding toward the wall as fast as I could possibly manage.

It was then that I discovered that not all ghosts can easily make it through walls.

I discovered that I'd been unconcious for two hours when I awoke again. This time Kaleux seemed rather amused with what I'd done. He had a smaller, younger looking version of himself standing next to him. I realized then that they were brothers. Two silver boris.

Kaleux told me that I had died when the airship I'd been traveling in crashed. He told me that no one had survived and that it had been years since the incident occured so no one I knew from my life was even alive any longer. He told me that I had been summoned by a man in the 'great city' to work. I agreed for the fact that I had nothing.

They took me with them. And we walked for some large ammount of time. I was eventually brought into an anthro form, with the understanding that I would be more accepted in the city in this form. His younger self was left at a dock with a boat along the way and eventually it was just Kaluex and I walking through forests and nothingness.

At some point we reached a large building and as we neared it I met a large male Zafara in a dark blue suit, who had two younger ones next to him. When we were withing talking distance, the large Zafara introduced himself as Jakob Avila. His children were introduced as Bane and Joey. Joey was a small boy, barely able to walk without wobbling a little, and was far too cute to have gotten many of his fatehr's traits. Bane, the larger of the two boys, reached out a hand in greeting.

I was employed under Jakob Avila and began distributing 'arms'. For years this was all that I did, until Bane reached the age of fifteen. At this time I was reassigned to be his body guard.

When Bane turned seventeen he began wearing suits, and by the time he was twenty he was completely in charge of Avila Arms Manufacturing and Distribution. He was far too young for such a responsibility, but pulled it off well. I became his only friend, and soon he had enemys.

When the first attack came I was nervous for Bane for nearly a month. He'd been jumped by a few upset ex-customers. Bane had informed me in the hospital about how he'd discontinued serving a few customers due to their lack of reliability. I was givin a list of people to watch out for. The person to do the most damage was not on this list. A week after Bane was allowed discharge from the hospital the office building he worked from was burned to the ground. He and I had not been at the building, but upon our return we were informed that all of the employee inside had been killed. In the next few weeks two of his werhouses were burnt down in the same fasion and he was tipped off on who had been acting out against him.

I was never told who had acted against him, but after a two week absense Bane returned and began rehiring.

Bane

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