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Tweak says, "ay, does aren't 'ash brownies"

conwy (conwy) wrote,
@ 2008-07-05 13:49:00

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And nightbirds sing you, an empty tune,in an empty house, in an empty room in an empty moment.
All the nightbirds sing, we were suppose to rise above, but we sink.

I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try to make you laugh
Somehow I can't put you in the past

NAME: Rhys Arian Conwy
DOB & AGE: dec 12th, 1995, 38.
SPECIES: Werewolf.
STRENGTHS: The usual were characteristics. Strength, speed, enchanced senses. As Alpha he gains a small almost psychic link with his pack. Not able to particularly talk through the mind but more feel. Such as a mother knowing that something is wrong when her child is hurt that kind of thing. He can sense it. The ability to shift into a big ass wolf.
WEAKNESSES: The usual were weaknesses. Silver, decapitation, fire, bullets. He isn't immortal just pretty hard to kill.
GROUP: The Diebelius Pack.
»»»ROLE: Alpha.
PROFESSION: None, just the whole Alpha deal really.

FAMILY: His pack are his family.
HISTORY: Rhys remembers before, the good times. He remembers the days before screams were just part of the symphony of living in a city. Rhys never had a family before he became a wolf, not that he can remember anyway. He remembers the cool nights of the streets, the freezing nights, those days he went without food. It was tough out there, rough on a kid but you do what you have to survive. You take the situation given you run with it. That is all Rhys knows and nothing much has changed - he learns to live with what he is handed and he learns to love it.

The war began when he was fifteen - it was slow at first. Didn't touch him much, a quiet little thing which tickled his life so lightly. He took no notice of it - not like anyone was going to care he thought about it. Rhys met Malcolm on a peculiar and very busy night. There was a scuffle, a fight between Rhys and some bloke who had come down the wrong alley. Rhys was not someone to give up without a fight, to just admit defeat and skulk off tail between his legs. He was a fighter, a survivor and perhaps that is why Malcolm took him in. When the man had beaten him down, had him barely concious and had gone in for that bite. Rhys remembers little of the rest of the next week or so. The full moon hit him with full force the next night and he was thrown for a loop.

Through the loving attention of Malcolm and his wife Lucy Rhys survived and learnt what he had become. A werewolf. A monster, a freak who skulked in those shadows he once feared. Malcolm accepted him as a son, as a member of his pack. The Diebelius. A strong, close knit family who looked out for each other no matter what. Rhys finally found a family. He spoke little of his younger years - of how difficult it had been on the streets and the others let him keep his secrets - he was one of them now no matter what.

Malcolm taught Rhys well - as both a fighter and a leader. So when the time came Rhys could take up the helm, a decision which the pack agreed on. It came in the form of the Ashlanders - a bunch of vampires and their lacky wolves. Malcolm was killed but Rhys got the last shot in slaughtering the Alpha of Voltaire pack and that was why the hatred between the two packs began. The alpha of the Voltaire's son took it upon himself to rid the world of anything to do with Rhys, a quest which is still on going.

That was five years ago. Near the end of the brutal war which somehow the Diebelius pack survived as did Rhys. The Pack is as strong as ever, a fact which Rhys could not be more proud of and while they seem to be getting trouble from all sides he does not give in to the pressure of siding with the two gangs of the city.

I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you
Will you remember me?
'Cuz I know I won't forget you