Description

"I Suppose since I'm so backwards, now that I've flipped the world upside down, there will be a chance for me?"

Full Name
Abraham Curtis Lupus

Nicknames
'The Big Bad Wolf' or simply 'Wolf'.

Age
24

Likes
*Violins
*Solitude
*Fire
*The moon
*Heights
*Mocking people
*Touching people's hair
*Chess
*The smell of books
*White roses

Dislikes
*Cigarette smoke
*Being laughed at
*People going through his things
*Materialistic women
*Spicy food
*Losing

Scare|Tattoos|Piercings
He has a tattoo on his upper back, a rather graphic piece of a lumberjack being mauled by a wolf... It makes him smirk. On his chest, he's got a large diagonal scar across his heart and another across his hip... courtesy of the lumberjack.

Love Interests|Crushes
-Little Red Riding Hood. Could he have chosen a worse object of desire? He kind of ruined his chances with her after he slaughtered her grandma, right? But he can't help it... she's... alluring. He will make her his, even if he had to hurt her to do so. Sometimes that's all he wanted to do to her, hurt her. Sometimes he even wanted to kill her. He couldn't really understand his feelings on the matter. All he knew was he wanted her. –

Personality
Abraham can sometimes be pretty selfish, kind of narcissistic even. He views most people as mere tools to be used in his road to success and he couldn't really care less about their thoughts and feelings on the matter. That's not to say he is cold or cruel... well, he doesn't mean to be, at least. It's just that he spent most of his life in solitude and found very little reason to trust or like people.

He's also constantly challenging himself. He loves it, the thrill of the risk. He can't handle losing well, though. It's prime time for him to shift into wolf form and well, it isn't always pretty when that happens. It isn't that he's a particularly violent person... he just doesn't know what else to do about it in that situation.
He isn't all bad, though. He's got a wicked sense of humor, though sometimes his sarcasm and habit of making a mockery of people isn't a trait adored by the majority... but that's their problem, isn't it? He really can't help that he's better then most people, right?

He's also a little confused... Sometimes, he just really doesn't know what the hell is even going on.

History
Abraham had lived most of his life in solitary. His mother was human and died in childbirth. His werewolf father took care of him only as long as he had to. It wasn't exactly a relationship full of life, just one based on duty.

In the forest Abraham had lived, there were few people. It was pretty isolated. All was pretty peaceful there until he killed Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother... Yeah, about that. It was kind of an accident.

He'd been waiting for the object of his desires, Red in her house when the crazy old woman started shouting at him and beating at him with random household appliances... Which had caused him to shift into wolf form. It happened whenever he got really angry or aroused, he couldn't help it. Needless to say, in such a primal form it became hard for him to control himself. He went to push her, to keep her of of him and ended up not only pushing the frail, sick woman right over but managing to claw her fatally in the process.

So it was about the cherry on top of the cake when all the villagers chased him out of his home with pitchforks, including this damn lumberjack who very nearly got him. Some damn hero or something.

Okay, so Red had never returned his affections. He watched her, followed her, dropped by surprise visits to her house... She didn't seem to appreciate his efforts. Sure, call him a stalker... He couldn't help it. He was being drawn to her and now he had royally screwed it. Well, Abraham highly doubted 'Hey, I killed your grandmother, but can we date?' would be a successful pick-up line.

Ah well. Being driven from his home wasn't the end of the world. He didn't really ever leave, just kept his distance from the village a little more, fooled them into thinking he was no longer around. Couldn't help keeping an eye on that Little Red Riding Hood though...

Eventually, Abraham devised a plan; he would steal the Love Stone. It was apparently what was to blame for all these happy love stories and everyone falling in love, happily ever after... all that crap. Well, everyone except for him. Stealing the realm's greatest treasure over meager jealousy? Suited him just fine. So, with the help of Snow White's Prince, he stole that stone.

Well, now things were all upside down, fidelity was a thing of the past and there were no happily ever after couples, not to mention, the random and totally unexpected affections from the Queen of Hearts... In this madness, maybe Abraham just might be able to convince Little Red Riding Hood to be his. Things were backwards enough for her to fall for her grandmother's murderer, right?

Other
Can't think of anything right now.

POLKADOT CADAVER|WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Satellites spin in empty galaxies
As the comets penetrate the space
Good nights fade into bad days
As the sun set into blue nightmares

Bleeding out the apathy,
Sleeping with the enemy
You are now my only desire
I don't know whether to kiss you, or cut you, and kill you

I couldn't cry if I wanted to,
I wasn't good enough for you
You are unhealthy for anyone
The skin and the muscle, the worms

Look who's smiling now
Remember when you said,
"What's the worst thing that could happen?"
Well it's happening to you,
Yeah, right f*cking now
To a soundtrack inside my head
And the record keeps on skippin',
Playin' the same part
Over and over and over again!

So begins...

Abraham Lupus's Story

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#2013-01-29 02:06:21, as written by Echo_Rose

Roza Huntress was out in the forest when it started to rain, she had her red cloak and her hood was up. In her hands she held her bow as she was planning on hunting down a deer so she would have some food for the week but the rain ruinded her plans "Damnit this is one of the last things I needed" she muttered out loud as she walked through the forest. She kept her eyes open and made sure to listen to every sound that was made, she could never be sure when to wolf would decide to sneak up on her.

She started to make her way back to the village of Feather Brooke Kingdom, she decided to go spend some time with Christopher. She has been worried about him lately because of his fowl mood but she decided to let him be the last couple days hoping his mood has changed. She walked the roads, nodding and saying hello to a few villagers that she has passed. Roza was known around the village for her generosity and help, she often shared what she hunted with the less fortunate villagers and because of that she has made a name for herself, though everyone still called her Red, it was the name that she has been going by since she was a child. Only few called her by Roza.

As she got closer to Christophers place she saw a man and two little girls walking from the door, she took a good look at them and saw the man look at her and asked her for directions to the nearest bread store. She smiled and pointed them in the right direction then continued her way to Christophers place. When she reached the door she knocked three times then stepped back as she waited for Christopher to answer. She was drenched from being in the rain but she didnt really mind, she actually enjoyed the rain but wwhat she didnt like was how dark the clouds looked.

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#2013-01-30 12:23:05, as written by HadoukenLSD

Abel Cheshire

Abel was bored. He'd been consistently bored for well, some time now. Everybody was too concerned with running around, trying to repair their broken relationships and nobody had any time to play with him. Fancy that! People not having time for him... What was the world coming to?

He sat on the rocks, overlooking the pebble beach, slightly mesmerized by the waves as the gently kissed the shore. It was almost trance-like.. It was just that trancing out wasn't really Abel's 'thing'... It was all too slow paced and not nearly chaotic enough. He pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his waist-coat and lit it, inhaling it's calming effects gratefully. It's slow-burning embers made a pretty highlight to the otherwise all-too-dark backdrop.

He found himself in quite the predicament. Not only was it raining, leaving him and his cigarette a soaking mess, but the ground beneath where he sat was drenched by the waves and rain and he didn't want to get down, least he risk becoming damp and dirty. The very thought of all that dirt and sand sticking to him repulsed him. He hugged his knees to his chest, wondering how ever he might get out of this situation.

"Goddammit. Why does this always happen to me?" he whined, adding drama and theatrics to his tone, solely for the purpose of entertaining himself.

"Oh shut up. S'if a little water could muck up your pretty face, anyway. Your beauty is untouchable", he continued, rolling his eyes in response to his previous whining.

"You know, you're absolutely right. I'm simply wonderful. Besides, I'm already saturated", and with that, he leaped down from the rocks, agile as the feline blood which coursed through him and turned to leave the beach behind. He was feeling like tonight was the kind of night to grab his guitar, climb a tree and serenade himself with love songs under the moon... Wait, wait, wait... It was always a night for that.

And then something caught his attention, a crumpled form down by the water. "What the..." he muttered, bracing himself for the waves as he strolled towards the figure, his curiosity piked... His curiosity would surely be the death of him.

He knelt beside the unconscious female form and poked at it, his head cocked in intrigue. "Er... you're kind of getting wet there, you know?" he said. On closer inspection, he noticed that this girl was not native to Ever After. He knew everybody in this damned place, and she was not familiar to him. Well, this certainly was interesting. "Well, now. A new-comer. And how the hell did you get here?" he spoke, kicking the girl lightly to wake her up.

Abraham Lupus

"Checkmate" the servant said, looking into Abraham's eyes with a all-too-confident look. If only she'd known that she really shouldn't have done that. In one ferocious swipe, Abraham swept the chess board off of the table, the pieces scattering to the ground as his eyes glinted silver.

Abraham took a deep breath, trying his best to control the change. He really, really couldn't stand losing... and to a servant of all things. A female servant at that. "Well, Lydia, you've pissed me off now. I hope you're pleased with yourself. And put that cigarette out. How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke inside?"

The smell of smoke made his head hurt. Lydia stood, dropping her head and apologizing meekly as she stubbed out the cigarette on the mahogany table, which elicited a scowl from Abraham. Lydia couldn't hide the faint smirk from her face.

"It really isn't amusing, Lydia. Go make yourself useful for God's sake" Abraham said, standing up and brushing off his coat, looking not at all pleased. How was it even possible for him to be bested by a servant girl? To make matters worse, Lydia was always pushing his buttons and he swore she did it intentionally, like she thought it was hilarious to piss him off or something. She wouldn't think it was funny when the day came that he couldn't control the shift and slashed her to bits, would she? No. He didn't think so.

He marched towards the front door of the lair, anger overly apparent in his stride, the scowl seemingly tattooed upon his features. He knew today would be a bad day for him as soon as he woke up and found his white roses wilted... that was a bad omen.

He strode out, heading towards the forest. He was hungry, on the hunt. He was searching for the one thing he knew would sate his ever-present appetite... Red.

Why was it that ever since he'd stolen the Love Stone, all of Ever After was so completely backwards, and still, Red did not desire him? Yeah, yeah, he killed her grandma... but so what? He didn't mean to, and hell, that was a long time ago. She should be over it by now, the whiny bitch.

Oh well. Eventually, she'd want him. He'd make her.

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#2013-01-30 23:54:31, as written by Echo_Rose

Roza was shivering at this point, her cloak was no longer dry and now her skin was becoming wet from the downpoar. Her arms were crossed as she tried to keep in any warmth. She was about to turn and leave to head home, not thinking that Christopher was home but that was when the door opened and Christopher was leaning against the door, something was clearly different about him but she couldnt figure out what.

"Hello Christopher, and no I am not enjoying this weather. I am freezing and it ruined my time to hunt" she was getting a bit annoyed and frustrated that Christoher has yet to let her in the house. "Are you going to let me in or do I have to go home because I am clearly not in the mood to deal with this today Christopher. I dont know what is going on with you but I have no patience to deal with it today" her voice had an edge to it as she was clearly getting upset. She was shivering and she was afraid the wolf could come out at any point right now at this thought she looked over her shoulder just in case then looked back to Christopher.

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#2013-01-31 03:43:47, as written by Wild1

Christopher Robin
Christopher almost winced from the harshness in Reds voice. She was not in a good mood. But that was okay with him; it was kind of funny to watch her get angry. As he stepped aside to let her enter his house he made sure to do so slowly, that way he could milk her furious expression for as long as possible.

Christopher watched her glance over her shoulder and saw the worry that was in her face after her outburst of rage. He smirked, she was still watching her back waiting for the big bad wolf to come and get her.

“I don’t see why you haven’t killed the guy already.” He said, automatically assuming shed would know whom he was talking about. After all, it was the only person she would conceivably consider offing. Truth be told, Christopher might have gone after the wolf himself were it not for the fact that he was far too lazy to take on such an endeavor.

The Queen of Hearts

Torture was a good idea, it was always enjoyable to watch their blue blood turn red as it reached air and their previously cocky attitudes melt as the were consumed by tears and screams of pain. Torture was definitely a good idea.

She didn’t bother to ask where James was going as he went further into her home. The guy was an alcoholic if there ever was one, she suspected that were he ever captured the people who did so wouldn’t even need to torture him as he’d been going through too much pain from withdrawal. Perhaps she ought to find a way to cut off his Alcohol intake, it would be fun to watch him unravel. Though chances were he would no longer assist her in any evil plots after such an escapade.

When Ember reached the kitchen, a few seconds after hook had cracked open his brandy, she had decided between kidnapping and assassination. Kidnapping was the obvious choice, and she had just the plot to go with it.

“Perhaps, we should kidnap someone who is a lower level person. Someone who isn’t very well guarded. But, it should be someone who is liked by a lot of people. We tell their loved ones should they ever wish to their precious person again, they must kill the queen.” She said, drawing out the last sentence for dramatic effect.

She could picture it now, the queen dead, and the poor fools hoping their dear one would be returned, finding the dead and mangled body left for them by the queen of hearts. The kingdom would crumble.
If it worked.

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#2013-02-02 15:12:42, as written by HadoukenLSD

Abel Cheshire

Abel scowled at the bedraggled form which stood before him. Well, she really wasn't much to look at, was she? At least not in this sate, all wet from the sea, looking like a lost kitten. He might have offered her a jacket, had he had one... and if it would have done much good, considering the rain still poured upon the two of them as they stood.

"Tut tut, why is it always me that's left to guiding lost maidens? I don't really think I'm cut out for it", he muttered, his mind drifting to the days of Alice, the girl who fell down a rabbit hole. Speaking of Alice, he hadn't seen much of her as of late... Hmm...

"Well, woman, you're in Ever After, the land of rainbows and butterflies or some shit like that... Well, at least it was until... Never mind that, what the hell am I going to do with you?" he said, folding his arms across his chest as he pondered whether the woman was even capable of standing up on her own. He pulled another cigarette and lit it, using his bowling hat to shield it from the rain, though it wasn't entirely successful... With a look of frustration, he threw the damp cigarette to the ground, watching the wavers overcome it and sweep it away.

"I suppose you'd better come with me, then" he grumbled, not looking entirely happy about having a tag along but it seemed cruel, and even too selfish for him, to leave the confused girl here to drown alone in this crumbling world. He sighed and offered an arm to her, refusing to look her in the eye as he did so. He was he, you see, and it was in his most self-righteous opinion that he had far, far better things to be doing then baby-sitting girls. Like preening, for instance.

"Woman, I don't think you're going to be leaving here all too soon. There isn't exactly a road which will lead you back to your world or anything... Sorry to disappoint. I'll er... Just come with me, out of the rain and stuff" he said, feeling the need to get out of the rain himself. Saturation really wasn't all that becoming of a werecat.

Abraham Lupus

The forest had it's calming effects on the werewolf. He enjoyed being alone. For one, there wasn't anybody else around to annoy him. Also the fact that nobody could upset his ego... well, that kind of helped a lot to. He couldn't stand being mocked, having his delicate ego bruised... Lydia had sure better hope he was in a better mood when he came back or she'd be sorely wishing she was a terrible chess player.

Abraham decided the best way for him to find his prey was by shifting into wolf form. His senses were far better that way, smells becoming overwhelming and the softest sound becoming clear to his ears. Of course, that was easier said than done. The shift was never painless and the search for clothing afterwards could oftentimes be... well, humiliating.

Regardless, if there was one thing that would make him feel satisfied, it was Red, so shift he would... and find her, he would. He let out a horrific groan which would have scared off any creatures in a two mile radius, for sure, as his bones began to dislocate and reset, as a human form became that of a canine. Claws shot from his hand and feet as they molded into paws, his organs shifting and squishing within him (certainly NOT a pleasant experience, perhaps somewhat like corseting only worse, he had wondered), jaw elongating in a feeling so excruciating that the first few times Abraham had shifted, he had passed out. New teeth jutted out of his gums, pointed and dog-like. His tail bone stretched to form a tail, the tension at his neck and skull in this part sheer torture, and his ears grew up wards, sliding up his skull and stretching the skin.

Finally, when all bones and organs had shifted to form a wolf, the dark fur sprouted all across his body as man became wolf. The growing of fur was certainly the easiest part of the metamorphosis. Now, all of this happened in under a minute. The transformation certainly didn't take long and all of that unbelievable agony was felt in such a packed moment of time. It was a fact that the biggest cause of death for werewolves was their first few shifts... Many could not withstand the agony.

Now in the body of a strong, large, black wolf, Abraham's senses were going off like crazy. He could hear the ants carrying food across the bark of trees and he could smell the fish in the streams kilometers away. The whole forest was alive and Abraham could sense every tiny part of it. Being in wolf form was the greatest experience a man could have, or so Abraham firmly believed.

And there it was. Red's scent, her intoxicating scent, the scent which drove him mad. It was fresh, too. She'd walked these paths just recently. He let out a powerful howl as he set on her trail, racing through the woods, moving through the bushes and brambles smoother than he would have had he been in human form.

Eventually, he found himself outside of Feather Brooke Kingdom. His claws sank into the dirt, kneading it as he growled in frustration. He wouldn't step foot in there, in this form or any other. You might say Abraham was not on good terms with the people of this land... for several reasons. He lay down outside of the kingdom, waiting in the bushes, his silver eyes ever watchful. He would wait and she would come... and then she would be his.

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#2013-02-12 02:59:41, as written by Echo_Rose

Roza watched Christopher move ever so slowly so she could enter the house. She would just stay long enough to become dry then she would head home. Lately shes been noticing something off about Christopher and she really didn't like it. She walked insode and shuddered when Christopher mentioned the wolf.

"If I have had the chance by now I would have killed him but its not that easy" she said blantly as she went to the kitchen and put some water in the kettle then put it on the stove to heat. She took off her cloak and put it over a chair to dry, she was wear breechers and a white button down shirt. Her hair was left down, with the white streak hanging down in her face.

She took a seat in one of the chairs and looked at Christopher "So what is going on with you, and don't tell me nothing. You seem off and not in a good way" she crossed her legs and waited to hear what Christopher had to say.

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#2013-02-15 17:43:00, as written by Maori

Frederick Florian

“Nobody knows I’m alive.” He thinks to himself as he lies on his hammock in the middle of the forest. He had just gotten back from sword play, alone. Now he was relaxing in front of his cabin (alone) that he’d built before deciding to run from his responsibilities. The cabin he shared with no one. He was once a social butterfly. He loved being the center of attention. Now he was just alone, his own thoughts to keep him company. Sometimes the wolf came by and as unpleasant as that was he hungered for companionship.

Well, now and again he would receive a pigeon with a brief message on it. Sometimes about his daughter, sometimes about Snow. When he helped to steal the Love Stone he had hoped it would stop his love completely. Love is a wretched emotion. It had destroyed his freedom and given him more responsibilities than he had ever wanted. He had expected to marry a wife with no spirit and rule the kingdoms through his adviser. But no, he had to fall in love with the strongest woman he had ever met. Frustrated to where his thoughts had led him he bounds off of the hammock just as the rain begins.

As much as he tries he can not rid himself for the love he feels for his family. From what the letters suggest, she still loves him, even though she somehow found out that he wasn’t really dead. How she knows makes no difference. He could go back to her on his hands and knees and beg forgiveness. “No. I will never go back to that life.” He growls aloud as the thunder rumbles overhead and the rain pours down on him. He runs his hands through his hair. He would talk to wolf. The man was a monster but an intelligent monster. All of this thinking has gotten Frederick frustrated. He’s just going in circles. There has to be another way.

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#2013-02-18 08:19:13, as written by HadoukenLSD

Abel Cheshire

Abel chuckled at the girl’s response as she gazed upon him like he were a madman. Okay, well he was a madman but he wasn’t that mad. Of course, this was how she was expected to react.
“Me? The Mad Hatter? Don’t be daft. No, no, not at all. Not that he isn’t a rather pleasant chap but… Well, I’m Abel and I suppose you could say I was the Cheshire Cat”. He paused to admire his reflection in a puddle that had formed on the ground beneath him, straightening his hair. “Oh, it never does sit quite how I want it to… Well, I guess you’ll need more to go on to believe me so…”
So Abel promptly shifted before her, appearing as a rather large black and silver striped cat, only somewhat to convince her of his story but mostly to shock her as he was just that kind of guy. The shift was never painful for him. A witch friend had brewed him a potion, and if he ingested a small dose of it each morning the shift would be rendered painless, only remaining slightly uncomfortable. The brew itself was rather bitter but it definitely beat the agony of the transformation. Now, if that doggie Abraham wasn’t such an evil bastard, he might’ve shared his secret with him… then again, he might not have because he was selfish like that.
Moments later, he shifted back into human form, bowing naked before the girl. “Thank you, thank you”, he said as if expecting applause. “Now, if you’ll excuse me” he said as he hurriedly redressed. Once that was over, he looked upon Mackenzie with curiosity. “Right, right, so I suppose Snow White is rather nice. Perhaps we could pay her a visit. Shall we?” he said, pointing in the direction of the Red Rose kingdom.

Abraham Lupus

Abraham had been waiting in the rain for some time now, his fur soaked. Of course, the odor of wet dog was not a pleasant one. Getting fed up with waiting for Red to leave the village again, he racked his brains for some plan as how to get to her.
His ears pricked as footsteps approached. As the sound drew nearer, a merchant appeared, traveling along the path. Perfect. Abraham launched himself upon the man, intending to only knock the guy down and ended up, well, killing him.
After shifting into human form and recovering from the pain, Abraham’s palm collided with his face. “Great. Killed another one”. It was now clear to him he would not be able to stay in this area for very long. All he’d wanted was the man’s cloak, not his blood for God’s sake.
He picked up the cloak, thankful that the material was black and that it still rained so he wouldn’t automatically appear like the murderer he was. He dressed himself in the item, pulling the hood over his head in his best attempt to disguise his features and entered the village.
Tracking down Red by scent alone wasn’t an option now, but he didn’t need to. He’d stalked the woman enough to know where she would be. Whatever she saw in a pup like Christopher Robin, he was blind to.
The house drew closer and so far, nobody had shouted ‘Big Bad Wolf!’ so it would seem luck was in his favor today.
He didn’t bother to knock on the door, letting himself in and there was that stupid boy who just made himself even more stupid by running at Abraham unarmed. Well, apparently his disguise didn’t fool everyone. As per usual, Abraham’s anger would again get the better of him. His rage over the fact that Red would choose this idiot over himself meant that… well, he lunged at Christopher, dropped him to the floor, beat that fool’s stupid face to a pulp and kept going, despite the fact his own face was being covered in the boy’s blood.
Once satisfied Christopher could no longer make attacks at him, he stood up, taking in the amount of damage he had done. Dead? Unconscious? Dying? He didn’t care. He had far more important matters to attend to. He didn’t have time to feel guilty, the moment he’d been waiting for had come. She would now be his.
He turned to face Red, a wicked grin on his blood-spattered face. “Oops. Might have killed your plaything. Now, are you going to run? Please do, it will make this far more exciting”.

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Abraham Lupus

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a character in “The Darkness within Ever After”, as played by HadoukenLSD

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