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This is the page about myself. ^^

16||Junior||Trumpet Player||Writer||Southern Girl

So here's the rundown

My real life name is Kaitlyn. It's my middle name; I'm not fond of my first name. My last name has Irish roots; actually, the very first of my family comes from the northernmost part of Great Britian. Kind of interesting, there. But I'm mixed as far as ethinicity goes, and you can't really tell by just looking at me. I live in the central area of North Carolina, in a small town where it's generally quiet. Like any other teenager, I go to school. I'm good at what I do; I'm hoping to make something higher than a 4.0 on my GPA. Generally I'm booksmart, though I'm only a Junior, and I have a lot of education left ahead of me. I've got a year and a half left of high school left, something that scares me, but also makes me smile at all the memories I've had. I'm in the band, and marching season is what I love. I love love love my section, the creeper trumpet section. We're really like a family, all sixteen of us. I practically live in the band room; in the fall months, it's like a second home. Anyway, enough rambling about me. I could go on and on about what I like, what my philosophy is, what I'm afraid of, blah blah blah. You'll get to know me if you just talk to me. (:

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In this virtual world

I've been roleplaying three and a half years now. Since July 17, 2007; I like to write in my journal, which is the only reason I can put such a date. I have seven characters at this moment in time, and I'm trying my best to accurately update my journal. Here they are, in alphabetical order: Anakaros, Annie, Arabesque, Audrey, Crouse, Jesse, and Jocassee. I used to have Carson and Theravada, but both were killed. So here I am, with my seven.
I'm best at roleplaying wolves, though I've roleplayed Warrior cats, gifted teenagers, and supernaturals before. I got into roleplaying through Neopets--most people do--and then I moved to my first forum sometime afterward. My first forum was on acornrack, a place called Solace. I moved to proboards on a site called Wolves Unlimited, a site that eventually brought me to Dare. During that time, I created a site of my own, though it never hit off. It was just a group of friends that I'd hung onto from Neopets. We've all drifted out own ways now.
Each and every character of mine is a special piece of me. I'm on person myself, but each character represents a portion of me; and that portion size varies from character to character, believe me. I'll give you a run down.
Anakaros: Anakaros has my temper. He has my hot headed side that flares out for no particular reason.
Annie: Annie is the part of me that doubts herself. She's also the part that is strong, deep, deep down. I've also given her tourettes because at one point, I thought I had it. Sometimes I wonder if I really do, though it is not a severe case.
Arabesque: Arabesque is my nostalgic side, the side that longs for everything that once was. He is also my lying side, the cunning side, and the proud side.
Audrey: Audrey is maternal, like I hope to be. She's also a loud person, that I rarely am, and wish I was more often.
Crouse: Crouse has my mean streak. He's vulgar because secretly, I'm vulgar. He's perverted because I can be too. He's mean because I am, at times. He's also confident--spilling into cocky--because I wish I could be.
Jesse: 'I do what I want!' This is actually the motto of a friend of mine, but Jesse represents the part of me that cries that out all the time. He's my playful side. My more innocent, carefree side.
Jocassee: Jocassee is my inner gossiper. She's my vain, I'm better than you attitude. She's a bitch, and I can be when the mood strikes me right.

Formerly
Theravada She's what I intrepret myself to be. In reality, this is not be, because what I see is different than what everybody else sees. But I tried to make her me, even if I wasn't successful.
Carson She's my religious side. She's the side that tries not to judge, the side that sticks up for what's right.

We're not proud of everything that makes up who we are. But without realizing the truth about yourself, where will you ever go in life? I'm not proud that I'm vulgar. I'm not proud that I can be vain. I'm not proud that I talk about people when I shouldn't. But these qualities have never been a large part of me, even if they are a part of me. Roleplaying has helped me realize who I am as a person.

Snapshot

In this picture, you can see what I look like with straight hair. My hair's light brown, though sometimes I wish it were red; I love my Irish heritage, though I show no sign of it. My hair is naturally curly, though, as faintly shown here. It's only wavy there; on my lazy days, I simply scrunch it. That was on my sixteenth birthday, where I was celebrating in Virginia. The boy beside me is my brother, whom I've grown very close to here lately; he's much taller than I am, will easily break six foot, and everyone thinks he's the oldest. He's gonna end up a Marine one day, and I have no doubt that he's gonna be kick ass. Anyway! Here I am at Appalachian State University, where I may go to college. I love that place; the sign says 'Welcome to the Rock, elevation 3,333 feet.' (: And lastly, you have one of my favorite ones: in this one, I am wearing my amazing USC jersey. My best friend--and the guy that's never officially had the title of 'my' boyfriend, but might as well have it--gave it to me. I sleep in it often. My eyes look kind of funky; they look more hazel than blue...But I assure you, my eyes are all blue. ^^

This? This is what I do.

Metalution 2008

Ah, my freshman year. Fall 0f 2008, at ASU. Metalution. It's not my favorite, but it was a decent year. The first song is Carmina Burana, the second Terminatrix (Terminator/Matrix), and the third Crazy Iron Sandman (Ironman/Crazy Train/Sandman). My favorite parts would have to be the cape flip, running through the tunnels, and the rock out part. See that little kick thing everyone does at about 5:54? Crouse's namesake came up with that. Just a little tidbit.
WARNING: At 7:50, I know, it sounds really bad. Be prepared to cringe. See, those five trumpet players didn't have time to get up on the stage AND be prepared to play. So the ones who came in during the middle of that trumpet feature couldn't settle on the right partial, hehe. It was our first time trying this thing out, you see. After that, they just jumped up there rather than running up.
By the way, Carmina Burana was the inspiration for Theravada's sister, Carmina. Due to my nostalgia of marching band, I created Carmina, and Theravada too, for another reason.

East Coast Players 2009

Sophomore year. 2009, at a little place called Mount Airy. This year included lots of dancing, hip grinding, and trumpet features, and it was a fun year. I got to be on the stage twice, which was very fun, even if I was right up front. So the first song is Blue Shades, the second La Suerte de los Tontos, and the third All Night Long. My favorite parts would have to be the sultry hit in Blue Shades (1:49) and the mysterious part leading up to it; the two trumpet features in La Suerte (4:35) and (5:44/5:57); and the big dancing part in All Night Long (7:56). This show has so many wonderful memories.
So at 4:38 I'm the fifth trumpet over from the right....The one who is bending back and looking like I might fall backwards off the stage, lol. Our director told us that we had to make it look like it was a huge of an effort to play loud, even though it wasn't. =P
Paige, a short-lived character, was created because once again I was nostalgic. She represented the show in general.

Carpe Diem

Junior year. South Caldwell, in the foothills of the Appalachian mountain chain. So far, it's my favorite, but there's still Senior year left. This show has, by far, had the greatest impact on me. The whole theme is to 'Sieze the Day', because life is short. Life is precious. The first song is It's My Life by Bon Jovi; I'm sure you've all heard it, and will be able to recognize it. The second song is The Fire of Eternal Glory, a tune by Shostakovich, a Russian composer. This song is very, very moving, especially because we had someone say words while he was marching. "How can we sieze the day? How can we make ourselves become an everyday hero? The answer, my friends, is simple. We must simply try to be more than what we are, to be everything our creator intends us to be." Religious or not, I feel it's powerful. And right after, there's the hit. It's beautiful. Then you have Right Now by Van Halen (hell yeah!), and our little diamond formation. Then you have Now or Never.
It's a very powerful show, in my opinion. My favorite as of yet.

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The things I get into

Here's where a few random stories can go. (:

So it was the first time we were preforming East Coast Players in front of anybody, and it was about to rain, right? So there was wind from the clouds coming in. Well, in that show, we have hats on like the Blues Brothers, but they didn't have strings on them. So when this huge gush of wind came, practically everybody's hate flew off and went rolling away....Except for mine, because I decided I wanted to keep it on my head. xD So everyone was like, "is that SUPPOSED to happen?" Nope, but it sure did look like it was planned. :P I was the oddball in that one.

This one was sometime in the marching season of 2010. We walk over to the middle school sometimes to have 'class lessons' from this other trumpet player, so we trek ourselves over there. I think that was the day we didn't want to go, and we all stop and yell, "TRAIN" and act like there's a train plowing through the baseball field or something...Anywayyyy, we were telling Rusty about Jesse's playing style. He's our lead trumpet (and the namesake of my character Jesse) and whenever he plays really really high, his leg just raises all by itself. Like, we don't even know why, but it's just so funny. So Rusty was like, "Be careful, you don't know what else might raise with it." Took me about three seconds to get it, and then I was just dying of laughter; as was the rest of us. x3 That was the best 3rd period ever, because we also played the entire show in that little tiny bandroom, and alllllll the teachers could hear us. Afterward, Daniel collapsed in a chair and pretended he was having a seizure, and a teacher thought he was being for real. Yep, best band day ever.

This was only a few days ago--mid January, 2011--during Jazz Band. I was really bored, so I was just saying random stuff. The guy that was there was talking about the roots of Manteca, a song we're playing, and he was saying, "I ain't goin' back to Georgia." Staring at the ceiling, I tell Hunter, a trumpet buddy of mine, "Georgia has peaches."
He says, "Georgia does have peaches. And Florida has oranges. And Kentucky has people."
I look down at him with a WTF expression and start laughing. xD Hunter is a really funny guy that can say whatever he wants, and he's always funny. :P

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Theravada---Middle.jpg] Theravada was killed on the shoreline of the Miracle Lake while protecting her dearest child. Her murderer was Zero, a sadistic creature from the Order of the Black Stag. Zero was only after Annie, but he never killed his subject. Theravada was a member of the Enchanted Pack, leaving behind a mate, Stark, and four children: Annie, Draco, Runihura, and Axel. She is a part of the Fuentes line, though she never claimed the name. Her line stretches all the way back to the first Anakaros; the same line the famous Cesaru shared. Theravada's life was a happy one, even if broken with tragedies. A year after arriving on Traum, she was raped by her distant cousin, Bonsai. Cesaru and his Gang came to her aid, though it was far too late. The seed took, and so Theravada's life was changed forever. She died protecting one of the ones she loved the most, though, and there's not much more she could ask for. She did believe in a God, and therefore she believed she'd have a shot to Heaven while Zero would burn in Hell. She was afraid, but she held her ground until the last second. A little deeper?! I created Theravada with the thought of me in mind. No, she's not the real me. I cannot interpret my own personality correctly, as much as I may try. However, I've given her my likes, dislikes, philosophy, et cetera. She didn't turn out like me. But she's as close as I could get it. In most of my posts, there would be little tidbits of information about her, and that would come directly from me. But I made her different. I have blue eyes, she had brown. She had an Alabama accent, one I've always longed for. I'm stuck with a vaguely Southern accent, while she's just coated with it. And her name? That came from World History, freshman year. The topic was Buddhism. There are Theravada (the Southern way) Buddhists, and there are Mahayana (the Northern way) Buddhists. And there you go, except I applied the 'South' as the Southern United States rather than Southern Asia.

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/anakaros-middle.png] Name: Anakaros Nicknames: Karos Pelt: My primary color is dark gray and black, though some lighter colors are seen from time to time. I'm not a pure black wolf, but I'm dark alright. Eyes: Purple Age: Six years Accent: Hints of Mexican. {Friends} Partners in Crime: Kirodos, Xecir Trusted friends: Zexion, Echo, Harley, Xecir, Serena Seen you around: Idris, Liam, Azalea Never gonna happen: Luka Fake friends: {Enemies} I just don't trust you: You're annoying: Ember Get the Hell away from me: You're going down: Seshafi {Family} Mother: Tesevix Father: Unknown Brothers: Cesaru, Kirodos [Half], Senef [Half], Truck [Half] Sisters: Vesetai, Rexene, Theravada [Half], Xyria[Half], Lavina[Half], Carmina[Half], Ronny [Half] Sons: Jesse Daughters: Netyri Nieces: Annie, Lakota, Joaquin Nephews: Draco, Axel, Alejandro Grandmother: Krianna Grandfather: Great-Uncles: Tempest [Dead], Xecir Second Cousins: Kade, Taydin Third Cousins: Harley, Bonsai, Sexeria {Lovers} Just a crush: Something more?: It's complicated: Hey there pretty lady: Nuri I love you: Nuri I'll do anything for you: Nuri Ex(es): Taya (Sort of), Lilue {The Dead} I didn't mean to kill you: It was self-defense: Don't care: You deserved it: Cesaru I enjoyed it: Cesaru You're next: Seshafi {My story} So I was born in the Bloodshed Pack on a reservation called Wolves Unlimited. My mother was Tesevix, though my father is unknown, as he raped my mother before taking off. I was born into a litter of five; my brothers were Cesaru and Kirodos, while my sisters were Vesetai and Rexene. I closely bonded with Kirodos and Rexene, and we were partners in crime for a good while. I didn't care much for Cesaru, though I didn't feel very averse to his evil ways, and as for Vesetai, we didn't bond until later. Rexene left us early in life, leaving for the Lightning Pack. She obviously didn't fit the Bloodshed ways, and it was hard to part from her. I loved her dearly--she was such a kind and sweet soul. Soon after that, Kiros and I had our first hunt. He was successful while I was not, and we tried to carry his catch back to the pack. Instead, we ended up getting lost in a twisted canyon. This canyon happened to be where the evil God Dhaval resided. I thought he would kill us both, but instead he took Kiros for his own purposes (there was a war going on, and Kiros was being used for it), and he let me go. I became bitter after that, and I didn't have much to do with anyone after that. I kept to myself, preparing my body for the war I'd never see. I trained every day, and didn't think about much. The only wolf I really socialized with was Vesetai--we grew sort of close, though not as close as Kiros or Xene and I were. I occassionally spoke to my mother, but that was it. I soon after left the Bloodshed Pack, not wanting to deal with the war. I traveled for a while, and came across Utopia. Unfortunately, it seems that I can never get away from my wretched family, because the first wolf I met here happened to be Cesaru. Figures. F*ck my life. So after we departed that day, we both had a plan in mind. Mine was to get rid of my brother, and his was the same. So we rallied up wolves for our cause, though he created a rouge-like Gang while I had a pack. In that process, I met Nuri. The love of my life, to sum it up. We've have tremendous ups and downs, starting with Mac, then going to Taya....I've been too arrogant and protective for my own good. But somehow she's managed to love me, which is a miracle... Then came the point where I murdered my own brother, and I'm not ashamed of it. He deserved every blow he received, and now there is nothing left but Seshafi, who became a threat later on. May she be damned to hell, because she stole my two precious bundles of joy. Yes, Nuri and I had puppies after Cesaru's death, one boy and one girl. Jesse and Netyri, both perfect halves of my lover and I. Around their year mark, however, Seshafi snatched them away, back to her new Gang called the Revolt. So here I am, about to unleash another war on this already war-ravaged island. Personal Thoughts Nuri, my LOVE-- I can't even explain to you how much I love you. We have been through so much together, and sometimes I marvel over how you've stayed with me through my mistakes. You are such a beautiful woman, on the inside and out. You hardly find that anymore, and I can't believe that I'm lucky enough to have you. I want to spend the rest of my life of you, to have many more puppies, and then to spend the rest of eternity in the afterlife with you, if such a place exists. I love you. Cesaru, the BROTHER-- Haha, you're dead. You should have seen that one coming, and I have not one ounce of regret. Seshafi, the IN-LAW--Damn you to the deepest pit of Hell where you belong! How dare you come into my territory and snatch away innocent children! They did nothing wrong, and if you wish to pay your grievances onto someone, then do it to me, not them. I'm the one who killed your nasty lover, so come after me, you cowardly bitch. Crouse, the TRAITOR--I know we never got off on the right foot; you were an illegitamate child and I never liked your mother. But that's no excuse for turning your back on all of us! How dare you aid that bitch in stealing the one thing I have to live for? You better not show your face around here, or you'll never live to see another day, you stupid fucker. Every wolf has a song. Well, I have just a couple. I'm Still A Guy by Brad Paisley: Link Got Whatever It Is by Zac Brown. Word for word this is what I feel for you, Nuri. I love you. Link Anything like me by Brad Paisley. This song is for my son. Nearly word for word. Link Inspiration

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Well, Anakaros here wasn't an original character of mine. I didn't have the drive to create him when he came about; Virus had her character have puppies, and since she was the only one to play the pups, I decided, 'Why not'? So I asked her if I could have one, and she gave Karos to me. His personality started out with the curious side of me, but as time passed and as the roleplay changed him, he became the side of me that was arrogant and had a hard time dealing with tempers. Yet, on top of that, he really is a good guy. Deep down, underneath the hard shell he's put up for himself and all.
Right now, he's having mental stability issues. Stay tuned to his story to see what happens to him.

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Crouse---MIDDLE.png] Remember, you guys, that my name is merely one letter away from arouse. Name: Crouse Nicknames: Crotch Pelt: I'm a creamy white with the exception of tans on my face, ears, and left back leg. Yes, I'm a sexy beast, bitches. Eyes: One is blue, one is brown Age: Three years Accent: Normal The Trusted Partners in Crime: I trust you: Seen you here and there: I'm here for you: Joaquin I'm just using you: Balorik Friends 'cause you're family: The Hated You're in for it: Benji Bitch: Joaquin, Twilight Heaven You just annoy me: Alakay Not wasting my time with you: Alakay The Related Mother: Ember Father: Dex Brothers: Auburn Sisters: Sage Daughters: Audrey, more here Sons: Sohfos, more here The Played Hey there baby: Fuck buddies: Twilight Heaven Something more?: Complicated: Joaquin I honestly love you: Joaquin The Dead Haha, you're dead, b!tch: It's whatever: I had fun killing you: Honestly didn't mean to: You're next: Benji My story So I'm a bastard child. Yes, my father ran off after he raped my mother, leaving her in the Renegade Pack to birth my two siblings and I. Her side of the story isn't any better, since she ran off to leave us to fend for ourselves. Anakaros and I never got along while I was there. Authority is something I cannot stand, and he seemed to be under the impression that he could tell me what to do all the time. Yeah, fuck that. It seemed natural that I was kidnapped by Seshafi and her group, even if I did resent it at the time. These days, I'm kind of glad that she did it. Through her, I met Joaquin, who's now the mother of my children. She's my little Mexican beauty. I made a mistake, though. Twilight Heaven came through the headquarters of the Revolt, and I lost myself. Once I was high, there was no turning back; Joaquin found out shortly after. It's a surprise she forgave me, in all reality. It was that night on the Midnight Beach that we made love, and she was granted with my babies. Really, there's nothing special to my history. I trick people. I hate people. I do bad things, more often than anybody should. But that's all you really need to know. Personal Thoughts Joaquin, my LOVER--Oh, Joaquin. My sweet little Mexican beauty. I love you so much; it's hard for a guy like me to properly express myself. Believe me, it really is hard. And I've caused you quite a bit of pain, and somehow you've forgiven me. I love love love you. I don't like making promises, but I'll always love you. Twilight Heaven, the MISTAKE--Bitch. I just fucking hate you. You're a bad mark on my life, and I'd be just happy if I never had to see you again. Don't get me wrong, that night was great. It was great. But it was a one time thing, and I'd be just as happy that you fell in a ditch and died as devious as you are. Ember, my MOTHER--Yeah, I hate you too. You left me. What kind of mother does that? You're just a conceited bitch. Don't you dare come around me, or you'll be sorry for it. Auburn, my BROTHER--You're okay. Not exactly what I thought you'd turn out to be, though it's no surprise, considering you spent all that time with our bitch of a mother. You're like me enough that I like you; just keep it up, though. I know you still have strings attached to the Renegade, and if they aren't severed soon, you'll be in this biggest hole of hell, I'll make sure of it. Every creature has a song of their own. Mine is Heaven by Uncle Kracker, with help from Kid Rock and Paradime. Just a Dream by Nelly. [[I'm not sure why I think this is a good song for him. I just think it is.]] Inspiration Crouse originated from a boy whose last name is Crouse. We callled him by his last name because there were four Josh's in the section, and it avoided confusion. I admired the hell out of him; his cocky swagger, his stunning looks. You could say it was a crush, but I never emotionally attached myself to him. He was my section leader, so by default, I spent a lot of time with him. He's vulgar. He's funny as all get-out. He seems player-like, but there's so much more to him, so much more that I don't know. Therefore, my Crouse isn't all Josh Crouse. My Crouse is mean. My Crouse gets high. My Crouse cheats left and right. The human? No. I just wanted to clarify. So while my brief, lustful crush (that's all he was) was where he originated, my own personality developed him into everything that he is.

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/annie-middle2.png] Well, it's alright to be little bitty Little hometown or a big old city Might as well share, might as well smile Life goes on for a little bitty while Name: Annie Nicknames: Anne, Ana, Little Annie, Grace, Graceling Pelt: A micture of browns, like her mother. She has many reddish tints throughout, and she has black here and there from her father. Eyes: A warm, milky brown Age: Newborn Accent: Normal with Southern tendancies There's angels everywhere out on the street Holding out a hand to pull you back up on your feet {Friends} Best buds: Axel I trust you: Aneirin Something more: Fake friend: Seen you before: Valentino You confuse me: Things go from bad to worse You'd think they can't get worse than that and then they do {Enemies} Never wanna see you again: Zero You're gonna regret doing this: Zero You just annoy me: I don't hate...But you're getting close: Zero Yeah, we're never gonna be friends: I'm absolutely terrified: Zero How did you get in this condition? I'm just carrying on this family tradition. {Family} Mother: Theravada Father: Bonsai Brothers: Draco, Axel, Runihura Sisters: Daughters: Sons: Grandmother: Tesevix Grandfather: Ophelia, Kade, Lucas Great Grandmother: Krianna Great Grandfather: Xecir, Nyx Great Great Grandparents: Anakaros and Andros Aunts: Carmina, Ronny, Xyria, Truck, Harlequin, Vesetai [half], Rexene [half] Uncles: Anakaros [Half], Cesaru [half], Kirodos [half] Cousins: Jocassee, Joaquin [half], Alejandro [half], Rexene II[half] Have a little love on a little honeymoon {Lovers} Just a crush: Something more?: Like a father: Aneirin It's complicated: I just simply love you: Soulmates: Ex(es): My Story Story Personal Thoughts hoiiohi Inspiration So most of my characters end up coming from Band or whatever. Annie here happens to come from a BEAUTIFUL song that my section of the band is playing. Sòlas Ané is a very sweet and tranquil piece, but the fast part sounded kind of Irish to me, and therefore I put red into my sweet little Annie. And while I was sitting there in Band listening to this piece (and playing, of course), I was figuring that she would be a very strong girl, but only at heart. She would be struggling with her outward self, and she would be very weak. So when Bonsai raped Theravada, (incest!), I knew I had the perfect opportunity. She is very easily the runt of the litter, is colorblind, and has tourettes. A troubled girl, but in the end her strong heart will prevail. <3

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Arabesque-MIDDLE.jpg] Name: Arabesque Nicknames: Ara Pelt: Pale browns, golds, few whites. Eyes: Yellow Age: Six or so... Accent: Arabian Friends? Around here? Hardly. {Friends} The most trusted: I am simply using you: We have met: Fenrir, Blue, Shyne You are a confusion: Shyne This friendship is unusual: Shyne I have many, and more will be made. {Enemies} You will rue this day: You are an annoyance: Shyne Can I just kill you? Right now?: You are feared, and therefore an enemy: Fenrir My heart belongs to one, and it is she who is no longer here. {Lovers} My love belongs to you: Adara What confusion is this?! I do not understand: Shyne My heart says one thing. My mind another: Shyne You are no longer mine: Adara By my teeth, you no longer exist {Dead} It was unintentional, I swear: I enjoyed every second of it: I could not care any less: I was only defending myself: Mind you, he has not killed since he has been here at Dare. When he was in Arabia, he often did. The things I enjoy {Likes} The things I do not {Dislikes} THE REST IS COMING. =] Inspiration: So I was in need of a new character back in November, or whenever it was. At the same time, the Wind Ensemble was playing Arabesque, and the way it sounded was just awesome. The melody was cool, and I think that it fits my wolfie well, especially at 1:27, where the trumpets come in (;D). So there you have it: Arabesque.