Post by FOX GABRYLE THOMPSON on Jul 2, 2010 22:16:22 GMT -5
FOX GABRYLE THOMPSON.
SHIFTER . NINETEEN. STEVEN STRAIT
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become[/CENTER]
history:
Born in Seattle, Washington on a rainy night. His mother and father, Daniel and Annabelle, were both happy to have there baby boy in there arms loving the fact that he was in there lives. But of course not everything was a splendid, the baby had a few heart problems which needed to go to surgery, they noticed that the baby's heart was beating faster than the normal heart rate and so they placed him under surgery trying to fix his heart. Of course after the surgery, Annabelle was thrilled and decided to name her baby Fox Gabryle, Fox being her mother's name and Gabryle being Daniel's father's name. After that surgery the baby never had any other problems with his heart.
The baby soon grew and when he was ten years old, he was talented, very talented at things, he knew how to fix cars and small engines, he knew how to play the guitar and the piano, even write poetry and draw. Although he was great at many things, he was also bad at things, he wasn't good at being responsible, something would always go wrong or even break and his parents were not really happy about all this, especially the part when he wouldn't have many friends or do much but just sit in his room and do much of nothing, which was kind of a hassle. Which soon became into one.
Fox was drinking, driving, and even partying too much when he was around fifteenth years old, his parents were greatly worried that he would change into a wolf sooner than imagined and that everything would be revealed about them. Of course, Fox was the party animal and he was very popular in high school, everyone loved him and everyone did love to be around him when he was at parties and not at his house were he would usually isolate himself. But once as he was on his way to a party, he started feeling sick and then just drove his way home and at home he had changed into a wolf than ran out of the house.
He ran all around in the forest trying to find peace, wondering what the heck was wrong with him. But then when he heard thoughts of the other wolves, he panicked a bit more but soon ran into Sam who started to talk to him about what he was and what was his purpose. He explained to him the stories,the Cullen's and just about everything. Fox understood what he was, a werewolf, a protector of humans. Of course being stubborn he denied this and ran away from Sam, Sam thought it was best to let him have his time to let it sink in of what he was.
It took him a few months but finally He had caved in and he became part of Sam's pack. Soon time after time, Fox would go hunting every night and do his own thing but of course be part of the pack as well, he has opened his own business with repairing cars and automobiles so everything is working fine for him. Until he turned eighteen, his parents had died in a car accident and in a sense he was never the same again after that happened, but slowly he has been adjusting to what he used to be.
personality:
He can also be the serious kind of man. It's like he has a split personality which he does have. When someone crosses his path, he turns the opposite. That’s only the other side of him that speaks. He usually speaks his mind when it's something important. Usually, he is the wild boy. He's also fun and creative when he puts his mind to things.
Fox is always the fun loving boy you would want to hang out with. He's witty and brave when it comes around to people he cares. He will show disrespect or rudeness when he feels like being that way. He tries to be nice at times and he does it pretty well. He tries to act like when before the crash. Only, it doesn't go very well but he's trying right? He never gives up on anything. Especially on school and his family, which is the wolves.
He was no longer the energetic, care-free boy, he once was. Now, he is happy most of the time or so it would seem to other who didn't know him very well. He is calm and quiet most of the time. Anyone who knew him before wouldn't know the boy he was now by personality. Even when he speaks it's different his words never seemed emotionless and dead any longer.
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Time. it never stopped, not even for a second and it had driven him crazy how time went by so fast, he wished he could stop it within the moment, so that everything could stay in place, like a picture, it never moves like film does. It always wondered him why time moves so fast when you look back but feel so slow when your in the moment at times. He wished he was in the moment of where his parents have died, maybe then that slow moment, he could have done something to stop that drunk driver, maybe he could have pushed there car out of the way. There was a lot of what ifs and maybe's when it came to this, he wondered how he was going to get threw this. He didn't hear the news until late afternoon, and he thought his parents were just going on a get away like they always did, so he didn't think anything bad about it.
He was at home, on the sofa. There was nothing to do but sulk on the couch as he let all of the news sink in his mind. He was too stubborn to believe it all, he was always too stubborn to believe anything. Although he tried not to think much of it, it would return to his mind like a boomerang. He would replay the scene in different scenarios in his head of what would happened if he would have been there. Different ways of pushing the car away or jumping in the trucker's seat and taking control of the wheel. He thought of all the possibilities, but he knew none of them would matter. He knew nothing or no one could change what had happened. Some of his friends from school suggested to help with the funeral arrangements. He didn't even want to do all these things, he was only eighteen years old, he just got started with his own life, how can he manage all this? Who was he suppose to go to for advice when he needed a point of view from a parent?
Truth be told, he had no family left. He had no brothers or sisters, no parents, no aunts or uncles, he had nothing. He himself could not believe it with his own two eyes, the only family he had left was the pack and he knew that was the only family he can count on for now on. He had no other choice but to keep protecting them and keep fighting for them. He also knew that things would never be the same after this, including himself. He could feel the tension in the room, especially since he was the only one inside the house. At least his parents had left him everything in their will, nothing was left out. Although it was just hm, maybe he could ask a few friends to move in after he got rid of his parents things. Oh boy, how was he suppose to do that? He knew that wouldn't be the easiest thing to do at all. He hoped some of the wolves can come by and maybe pick up some stuff and sell it or even keep it for themselves. He just knew he had to get rid of this junk. He then heard the wolves calling. Perfect, just what I needed right now
He then stripped himself from his clothing and slowly transitioned into his wolf form, his black fur as dark as night could be and he ran out of the house and towards the forest where the others were at. There, he stood as the others surrounded him staring at him with concerned eyes. He knew what this was about, but he wasn't going to let them be worried, he tried putting a brave face on and as the thoughts came into his head, he knew after this a migraine would come shortly after with all the flooding of thoughts. But shortly after they stopped, he merely stood there, stiff as a statue then relaxing his tension. He didn't know what to tell them or how to tell them how much he was hurting inside, but clearly all the thoughts came back up again because they could hear his mind.
