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16 years ago
Just thought I'd put some info about me up, at long last. Um... I think age and stuff is already on my profile, so I'll skip that and go to the weird stuff.
I guess the whole wolf thing started when I was like, 15ish. As a would-be writer, I often talk to some of my characters, to get a little inspiration -- imagining them in my head as if they were real. Her name was Aibou, and she kinda acted like my mother, when I went camping and stuff... or maybe my very own, big, fluffy, white Jiminy Cricket.
16, I'm at a Boy Scout Camp (Yeah, I made Eagle, so don't laugh) with a harvest moon out. I didn't sleep that night until like, four in the morning, and a few other people had trouble sleeping, because I was running around, looking at pretty much everything. The night was so clear, it was all so cool -- I could see everything. Anyway, some people decided I was high, and when I woke up with a massive headache, they dubbed it a lunar hangover, and my fate was sealed as "The Werewolf" for the last few years of Boy Scouts.
So now we come to community college, during my last two years of high school (running start, and stuff). Nobody at the college knows about my little werewolf nickname, and Aibou is long gone, but I get a new nickname here, don't worry. This time it's "Puppy". Mostly on account of me bein' all cute, and only slightly overprotective of my peeps, so they say. Then one day a guy snuck up behind me and scratched the top of my head, and I kinda melted like butter, which kinda solidified "Puppy" as my name.
Somewhere along the way I got pretty sick and stopped eating, and that's about when Tyr showed up. Some part of my mind made a wall between the "me" that got picked on as a kid, couldn't seem to get things right, is often depressed, is a hopeless romantic, loves to sing and dance and act and draw, and just wants to be happy, and the "me" that was responsible, strong, brave, likes to fight and run and howl, and also wants to be happy, but understands that happiness is not just served to you on a platter. The latter of the two "me"s, we named Tyr, and he helped keep me from starving myself for too long.
There have been times when Tyr and I are synced up, and act as one. Any transitions between he and I are subtle. Other times, the difference between us seems drastic. It's even gotten so weird that my brother asked if I had multiple personalities, but that was a while ago. Now-a-days, he's just a wolf who lives in my head, and keeps me from doing stupid stuff.
So that's pretty much the life-story of Tyr... the highlights, anyway. I know this whole thing is probably crazy to some people, but I just felt like typing it all out. Might base a story off it one day... who knows.
I guess the whole wolf thing started when I was like, 15ish. As a would-be writer, I often talk to some of my characters, to get a little inspiration -- imagining them in my head as if they were real. Her name was Aibou, and she kinda acted like my mother, when I went camping and stuff... or maybe my very own, big, fluffy, white Jiminy Cricket.
16, I'm at a Boy Scout Camp (Yeah, I made Eagle, so don't laugh) with a harvest moon out. I didn't sleep that night until like, four in the morning, and a few other people had trouble sleeping, because I was running around, looking at pretty much everything. The night was so clear, it was all so cool -- I could see everything. Anyway, some people decided I was high, and when I woke up with a massive headache, they dubbed it a lunar hangover, and my fate was sealed as "The Werewolf" for the last few years of Boy Scouts.
So now we come to community college, during my last two years of high school (running start, and stuff). Nobody at the college knows about my little werewolf nickname, and Aibou is long gone, but I get a new nickname here, don't worry. This time it's "Puppy". Mostly on account of me bein' all cute, and only slightly overprotective of my peeps, so they say. Then one day a guy snuck up behind me and scratched the top of my head, and I kinda melted like butter, which kinda solidified "Puppy" as my name.
Somewhere along the way I got pretty sick and stopped eating, and that's about when Tyr showed up. Some part of my mind made a wall between the "me" that got picked on as a kid, couldn't seem to get things right, is often depressed, is a hopeless romantic, loves to sing and dance and act and draw, and just wants to be happy, and the "me" that was responsible, strong, brave, likes to fight and run and howl, and also wants to be happy, but understands that happiness is not just served to you on a platter. The latter of the two "me"s, we named Tyr, and he helped keep me from starving myself for too long.
There have been times when Tyr and I are synced up, and act as one. Any transitions between he and I are subtle. Other times, the difference between us seems drastic. It's even gotten so weird that my brother asked if I had multiple personalities, but that was a while ago. Now-a-days, he's just a wolf who lives in my head, and keeps me from doing stupid stuff.
So that's pretty much the life-story of Tyr... the highlights, anyway. I know this whole thing is probably crazy to some people, but I just felt like typing it all out. Might base a story off it one day... who knows.
