| Eden's Character Closet |

In the Brittany forest of France, a shape-shifting tiger family of three lived in harmony, peacefully waiting for a newborn cub to be brought into their world called life. She has yet to know what she is capable of and all the things to face as well as learn. The cub opened her eyes wide and somewhat startled to see three individuals staring at her. "Her eyes are so blue! Just like grandma's, mum." The small male at her side whispered loudly. The newborn stayed curled up at the tigress's side, feeding off her warmth from her body that made her feel instantly at home. Her mother licked the dirty from her forehead. "Yes, Darren. I know. But let's worry about a name?" She peered down at the small cub, nuzzling her nose into her side gently. "How about...Grace?" Darren scrunched up his nose as he looked down at his new sister. "She doesn't look like a Grace. I think we should name her.. Eden. "

Growing up, Eden never had a father. Soon after her mother had been impregnated, her father had been shot and skinned for money by poachers. Of course her brother and mother were devastated, but the family then moved into hiding further out into the forest, finding a den large and hidden enough to have her cub. Eden had always wondered what it would like to have a father. To wonder what he liked to do and the things he could have taught her to survive on her own. But that didn't matter now. He was gone and never again will the family see him.

She grew to be a great fighter and hunter at an early age thanks to her older brother. Darren taught her things he remembered from their father and different techniques he had managed to discover along the way. He even taught her how to remain hostile in her human-form when it was time to come out of hiding for supplies. Even though Darren was only a few years older, he was a great teacher and Eden looked up to him like he was her hero. In animal form, their resemblance didn't matter but in human form, it was completely different. Some would mistaken the two for not being related at all in their human-form. Darren possessed black hair that reached all the way to his chin, whereas Eden had inherited long blonde hair since the day she was born from her great grandmother. They both had matching icy blue eyes and a birthmark on their right hip the shape of a small heart.

Sadly when Eden turned the age of thirteen, her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. The mother refused to go to a real hospital, to be around humans with needles, but the siblings were persistant on having her be given treatment. The two stayed at her bedside for months, returning late at night to their home further into the forest. Darren promised their mother that he would protect her while she was gone, and Eden promised her that she would try her best to get along with his orders. The cancer died down and the doctors thought it would be fine if she returned home, but Eden knew something was wrong by the look on her mother's face. It was not that she was getting better, for she knew it was getting worse that they had both expected. That night at her mother's return, she died peacefully in her sleep. Darren took their mother's body and buried her. They held a funeral, planting a bouquet of white peonies at her resting spot with the help of Eden herself. Darren since that day was never the same and neither did Eden.The two became distant of each other, the brother became outraged and started resorting to the taste of alcohol. But the tigress grew stronger in holding her pride and feelings. From what she knew of her parents before they passed if that they were the Original shifters, the first to become a shifter thanks to the humans. Her parents had been everyday white tigers held in captivity, until they were captured and used for unspecified experimentation with genetic enhancing. After finding nothing changing in their patterns, the humans let the two male and female white tigers free into the forests of Brittany, two years later as tigers turning into a human being by the age of twenty. Her mother never told further of what they were put through, but judging by the time of both her parents death, she knew it must have been rough living such a life. Eden moved to Paris, France in hopes to be a writer at the age of nineteen. She told short stories to her towns people, filling in enough money over twenty years to move to the States, living in the forests of Atlanta as well as write in the time being.

In 2744, the female shifter was just leaving her work station to head back home to her cave when a man came knocking at her doorstep. It had been raining that day, storming and showering hard onto the abandoned roads of Georgia. She looked up, shuffling over to open the door. The man looked at her with hopeful eyes, a thankful smile widened his cheeks, "Please let me in, I mean no harm to come to you, I just need a place to stay until the rain has cleared up." Eden let him in cautiously, eying the man as he practically stood five inches taller than her and she knew he was of a human. "Name." The human male left a trail of soaked boot prints, turning around with a squeak that pained her sense of hearing. He was broad, tall and fairly charming, but nothing of a human she found admiring. She feared them if anything, which surprised her to know she left him in. "Justin McCarthy, you?" He replied. Eden pressed her back against the wall, parting as much space as him as possible in the small room scattered with paper and books. "Eden... White. How come you can't just go home?" Justin turned his gaze from her pale blue eyes to the books and shook out his wet, shaggy dark hair before facing her again. "Popped a tire three miles out. Started walking and found this place, thought I could use it as shelter until the storm dies down. Please, it would mean a lot, Mrs. White if I can stay." At his words, Eden narrowed her gaze and stepped forwards with a curious expression. "I'm not married. What made you think that?" The man looked taken back by her question, like as almost he didn't believe her. They stayed silent, Eden growing impatient before he could even start to think. At last, he looked up, "I just thought someone so pretty wouldn't be single. Must be because you don't get out much judging from how much shit is in this place. What is all this anyway?" Justin picked up a piece of crumpled paper, Eden stepping forwards to snatch it without letting him read the few sentences typed on it. He was an incompetent human she knew, why he kept asking questions angered her even more. "Work, something people do these days. Maybe if you would have been smart enough, you would have known to of bought a better vehicle with far more durable tires. Now you can sit and not touch things, or make fun of my work and leave. What's it going to be?"The tigress shifter snarled, causing Justin to raise his eyebrows and arms in defeat and shock. It went on like that for two weeks, rain days after stormy evenings and no light to show. Not that she cared about the weather, she loved it, but didn't like the human's company any longer. They became acquaintances, but that was all it ever was.

One morning when she got to the office she found it trashed, smelling of alcohol and vomit. Pieces of machinery were dismantled as well as unfinished stories put to scraps. "What have you done?!" Eden growled, searching the room for mortal male to be found chuckling, walking down the steps like nothing had happened, drunker than the typical Irishman. He stopped, looking at her with blurry, green eyes with a smirk across his face. "Morning, hot stuff. That was sure fun last night, if you know what I mean." Justin kept laughing hysterically under his breathe as she paced around the room in order to condemn her anger towards him. Her claws raked through her platinum blonde lochs in frustration, finally glaring to Justin and walking forwards to look up at him with evil eyes. "Get out, you ass. Now! And don't ever come back here again!" She yelled, baring her fangs in surprise though it seemed to of not put affect on the drunk human, if anything, it made him laugh harder. Before she could push him out of the small office, he pinned her against the wall by her neck, not knowing what he was dealing with at all. "Look here, bitch. I'm not afraid to hurt you, so take back those words and be a good girl, will ya?" He whispered cruelly into her ear, tracing the outline of her bottom lip and gripping her windpipe with his other hand. The tigress had had enough of this and couldn't take anymore of the man's disrespect. Her skin covered itself into white and black laced stripes and large paws to replace her nimble human hands, the rest of her body to follow to the frame of a white tigress. She stood on her hind legs against the man, bringing down her heavy paws to his shoulders to push him down off of her. Justin yelled at the tiger to go away with wide eyes, scrambling to his feet and backing against the wall, more sobered than before she thought. Eden stalked closer, isolating him into the corner as she snarled, baring a four-inched fang at the side of her mouth. He tried throwing a chair at her, but that only made her ten times more angry, charging to jump onto his back and bit into his shoulder-blade. He screamed in agony as she roared a deathly song into his head, biting down into the human flesh that reeked of vomit and smoke. Blood poured fast from the wound like she expected, slowing down the man that crawled away for his life. The tiger backed away in horror of what she had done, watching him bleed alive to a small halt and turn unconscious. After a while, the breathing stopped sucking in and out of his lungs, shifting back to find a pulse that was no longer beating in his chest. Taking action, she took the body back to her lands and buried it in the meadow's wet soil, calming herself enough to clean up the mess without a stain in sight. She found 'missing signs' with the man's face on it and caution cones around his abandoned truck with the unpatched tire along the roadside...

A few years later she received an package specifically for her, cursive name and all with a letter inside along with some items. As she read further into the message, tears welled in her eyes to soon fall across her cheeks and crumple to her knees on the floor. It was a letter of loss with her brother, Darren. Eden cried for days on end over her brother's death and wondered how it happened for the note did not say precisely. After a month of rereading the letter and effort to gain control of her emotions for a moment, she decided to look inside the box and take out the items left. She pulled out a notebook filled with drawings of animals and other wildlife, next she found her brother's favorite scarf mother made for him when they were younger and lastly, a golden locket with an opal stone top. As she flipped it open, more tears ran down her face as she tried to smile the left picture of her brother and the right picture her parents looking at each other in love. After that, the tigress grew older and wiser with time and technology. Learning the basics and working her way up along with the rest of the world, growing stronger, wiser of her surroundings and finding more shifters to come around the area. Eden then decided the idea to bring shifters together, to start a pack or grouping of their race and work together. She hopes to lead them and help them with their pasts by putting them behind her, creating a better life for those who've dealt with tragedy like herself. This will not be the end, because its just the beginning.

;D Hey dereeee

Rain showered down on the dark town below. A frequent flash of lightning and flicker of a streetlight only to lighten the brick roads. Water flashed off the cement as a woman carrying an infant sprinted passed, only a hood to hide her beaten face. The tired baby whined, struggling to get free from her arms. Her husband, a drunk and arrogant man with little control of his actions abused her to the point of death after knowing she was to give birth to a new born boy. Blinded by stupidity, the woman stayed with him and nine months later, she went into labor. That night when her husband went out to the bar, she escaped with the baby boy for his own life. The light above shown bright, glowing the side of her features as she came to a halt at set of large double doors. Knocking twice, she quickly kissed her child's forehead as she lied him down onto the 'Welcome' mat. A tear ran down the side of her cheek as she whispered into his ear. "Goodbye, Connor. I love you..." The mother scribbled a small note, taking off her locket and wrapping it around his neck before she disappeared into the night. One of the double doors creaked open, a wrinkly face behind a set of bifocals followed by a thin silhouette came out from behind them to see the baby lying on her doorstep. She gasped as she quickly took the boy into her arms as she looked into the streets for who had come by. But no one was there...

Connor grew in a boy's home surrounded by ten other boys he believed were his true brothers. He was too young at the time to understand, but once he turned the age of five, Mrs. James, the woman in charge of the boy's home told him that his mother took him here. He asked why, but she never gave him an answer in return. His 'brothers' picked on him for being the youngest and calling him strange all because he shared different interests. The boy was strange though, instead of playing with action figures or video games he would spend his time drawing animals and listening to music in his room. Word spreads like wildfire the small remote town, rumors and common talk would consist of the same things over and over again speaking of strange experimentations done with house pets and human DNA swapping. Mrs. James had told the boys who understood that it was nothing but profound lies. As for the younger ones like Connor, she didn't bother.

A few months later, the boy's home receives an unexpected visit with men wearing uniforms barged through and into the rooms in search for the children. Connor and his roommate, Michael were the first to be found given the fact they were younger and put on the lower floor closer to Mrs. James's bedroom. He screamed in agony as one of the strange men yanked him by the arms outside. Connor kicked and struggled with all his might but it was no use. He could hear Mrs. James inside screaming to let them go and tell them to stop as well as the others trying to make an escape. His hands were tied, his mouth was taped shut and he was thrown into the back of a white van, hitting his head off the side causing him to knock out.

He woke up in a cage surrounded by one hundred more cages. Putrid fumes swirled in his breathing pace making him gag in the process of inhaling. Tear streams stained the sides of his cheeks. Across his cage he saw a thin cat with fur covered in many colors laying on its side and in the other next to it he saw a Siberian Husky laying up against the cage bars. Connor's eyes moved down the rows of barred boxes, seeing more and more house animals from Chihuahuas to Siamese cats to foxes. He looked back to the calico cat across from him, craning his neck so take a better look for it appeared unmoving. Just when he started to try and escape, a man came around the corner with a ballet and pen. Connor scooted to the back of his cage, tucking his legs close to his chest as he watched him. The scientist studied him for a few moments and wrote something Connor could not see. "Who are you and why am I here? Where are my brothers!?" The boy balled his fist, yelling as loud as he could at the man. Looking up from the notes, the scientist gave him a cunning, cruel smile. "That's none of your business. As for your brothers, you don't have any. It says here you are an orphan and only child, so don't give me that shit. Now, get up, we're going for a walk. If you try to run away, I will introduce you to Mr. Needle." By then, his anger grew inside the tiny chest of his, getting to his feet and rattling the cage furiously, spitting in his face till he was red, "I don't know to go anywhere with you. You're lying. I have brothers and they love me very much you bastard!" It had been the only cursing he had ever used, Mrs. James had made it perfectly clear that there was no need of such language and if any of the boys were to be caught using it, they'd be severely punished. The five-year-old reached his hand out to the scientist, grabbing him by the collar to slam him into the cages. Just as he thought he might win, the man took out a needle with a blueish clear substance inside, he gasped, feeling the needle press into his arm and almost instantly feeling numb. He slipped his arm back into the cage, dropping into the metal chamber with a thud as the room went black.

Connor woke up to a startle, blinded by the white light over his head, squinting to see and rubbing his eyes as he gets to his feet. He had been put into a large room, only this was different. Instead of it being a cage, this was just a regular metal room, only a dark window on the one side and the slightest outline of a door next to it. Around his neck locked a collar hooked to a long chain attached to the wall. He looked around frantically, left and right with his heartbeat beating loud enough to hear from ten feet away. "H-Help me!" Tears stained the sides of his cheeks, sitting in the corner with defeat, the icy cold chain chilling him to the bone. He cried miserably into his knees, chocking out a breath which was soon caught at the door swung open. Connor hiccuped, looking up to see a man in the white coat pulling a kid two years older than him. His eyes widened in fear, standing to his feet. "Michael!" The other kid looked up, eyes barely opened and a large, purple bruise on the side of his face. "C-Connor?" Without a word, he was dropped flat on his forearms and knees by the scientist, then to be hooked up to a chain on the other side of the room much like him. "Michael, what happened to you? Are you alright?! Where are the others, I haven't seen them. I'm really scared, Michael." Michael stayed put on the ground, curling his legs with his back against the wall, breathing heavily. Connor looked at him with worried eyes, tears welling inside of him. "Answer me, damn it!" And like that, his attention snapped, whipping his head up to meet his olive green gaze. "You need to stay quiet... They're watching us twenty-four seven in here, you moron. Mrs. James would be disappointed in you, ya know. As for the rest, I..I don't know.." All Connor could do for himself was sit and stare at the wall for moments on end. So many questions rushed in his head, for a five-year-old this was what it was like a nightmare he could not escape. He tried his best to stay silent, eventually he got used to it and sat in the corner for something to happen. Three men barged into the door, two of them holding sticks with tazor-like ends and the other held a large, silver thin gun in his arms. "Stand." He nodded once, cueing the men to their positions by both of the children's sides, unlocking the chains and using them as leashes before hooking their wrists together in straps. Connor yanked back but the man was too strong compared to the child. Michael and Connor remained silent. "Lead them to the operation rooms. We're wasting time. Shock them if they get out of hand."

As they were haled away, the two stayed quiet as long as possible, but he couldn't help the shaking of his small body in complete and utter fear. Before he knew it he was being thrown into another room and taken by two men with lab coats to pin him onto a cold metal bed that scent chills up his spine. Connor panted, holding back a cry for help and Michael was no different. Their hair was cut off into a buzz, their clothes stripped from their bodies to be replaces with smocks and strapped to the metal bed. He lashed out and cried for them to go away, but a shot stung his left side causing everything to go blurry and his body to go still. The images around him moved in what appeared slow-motion and their faces could no longer be deciphered. He heard the sound of razors behind him, a large light over his head that blinded his vision entirely. "Let's get this over with, men, training starts tomorrow with both of them," The voice called from the doorway. A man appeared at his side with a device that held a sharp spinning end, lowering it to drill into his flesh. Connor screamed in agony at the pain it caused him, jerking out of the straps for it was not use of escaping at this point. Blood stained his forearm and more tears ran down his face. Michael had somehow managed to pull an arm free and scratch the man's face, only to then be put into a state of rest with a shock from one of the prod-like machines. The number '98' printed into his skin, burning it away into a black ink. He stared at it for a while, afraid if he touched it it would kill him. A few more men flooded the room wearing doctor outfits, some holding machines he had never seen before and pushing carts full of tools. Operation...room... He repeated the words from the man who wanted was in charge of the two guards. Before Connor could think any further, a mask covered his mouth and nose, a man behind him counting down from really large numbers. He narrowed his gaze to him as he struggled to get free of the mask, but something about it made him sleepy. Connor's olive eyes fluttered slowly, falling peacefully shut...

Not only was it a pain getting up, but when he did, he wasn't in either of the rooms be had been in before. His memory was hazy and his body felt strange to the five year old. He groaned, wincing at the sudden pain in his back and limbs as he tried to stand in his cage. Looking to his neighboring cages he saw the calico was no longer there and the husky was still sleeping. His chest was bare, only a pair of jeans from before to cover himself up. Connor scratched at his back, moaning and widening his eyes at he felt his own blood and a row of stitches along his spine. Using the bars as a reflection, he turned his back towards them, looking behind his shoulder to see a bloodied jagged line that starts from the tip of his shoulder blades all the way to the bottom of his ribcage of his left side. Something tickled at his nose causing him to sneeze which tickled his body, instantly feeling covered with fur and warmth. "What the..." He looked up, seeing the roof of the cage was much higher than before and he wasn't on his two feet. He looked down, finding he didn't have feet anymore, but paws, covered in a cat-like body of black and white. The hair on his back stood on end and he ran around the cage wildly to wake himself up from this nightmare. "What are you doing?" A voice said behind him. Connor turned his body to face the voice, seeing the husky shift into a human boy with dog ears and a fluffy tail. His eyes widened, backing up and phasing back to his form as his back met the cold wall. The boy was only a few years older then him, maybe Michael's age, he didn't know, but as he stood he smiled and wagged his tail. "Everything is going to be fine. Do you have a name? I'm Grey." Slowly he edged himself to his feet, feeling a black tail with two white rings wrap between his legs. He looked down, nervously looking back up to the husky boy. "C-Connor. My name is Connor. W-what are you?" The other boy didn't laugh at his question, just simply kept smiling and wagging his tail. "I'm an Inu, and my friend who left is one of us too. We were one of the first Moras to come out of the experimenting labs to survive. An Inu is a human who's part dog, you're a Neko it looks like." He pointed a finger to Connor's tail and ears. Connor looked at them for a moment, not bothering to lift his head. "Mora?" Grey nodded, but as he began to answer he shifted, telling him to do the same as shadows walked across the walls. He did as he was told, still confused with how to do it, but once he relaxed it eventually fell into place.

As time went on, so did getting used to his new form. Granted, it wasn't the most comfortable as he ran through growth spurts and the horrid adolescence stage, but he knew all too well how to control it on his own. It was hard to say of the least, however, there was always something holding him from becoming freaked out whenever the men in the white jackets would come near. Say it as one would think, but the pumpkin colored eyes of Grey's neko neighbor he had would calm him down whenever he'd see them. Connor refused to introduce himself to the girl, for he was too afraid, and from the looks of it, she wasn't one to be messed with at such a vulnerable time. In years, he became used to the cage, finding it very uncomfortable if he wasn't in his tuxedo cat form and cold almost all the time. He grey to be a large tom, a bit sneaky to say the least since he held the power to sneak passed the scientists when they weren't looking as they went to take him in for more tests. When push came to shove, Grey eventually mentioned the girls name as Willow, but he had never seen or heard her speak unless it was to him only. As much as he wished to speak to her himself, it was near to impossible, letting himself doubt his own abilities and feelings towards her. There was one time, one, valuable moment when most of the other Mora were out of their cages to be tested for fleas, keeping Willow away due to how thin and strange she had become around the humans. In order to stay in his cage, he bit the finger of one of the men and was tazored to sleep long enough to wake up and still see she was the only one in her cage. Connor looked at the calico, whom was asleep so he didn't wake her, just watched. He saw passed what she looked like and smiled at the sudden movements she would make when she would dream. Every night since he had seen her eyes for the first time, he knew there was something about her he liked, and it was more importantly because he found her more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his life. As anyone would do if they cared for someone, they'd protect them, but all the tom could do was watch her rest next to the Inu happily, caring not of what it would do, but wonder what she dreamed about when her eyes were shut.

On one evening, he woke to the sound of sirens, along with the sprinting of paws and human feet along the halls, cages after cages opening to be freed. Connor opened his eyes to see what was going on; an escape. Slamming his side into the door, it swung open easily since it was unlocked, falling to his paws and darting after the others that lead out the door. Gun fire filled the air, yips of agony being made, but all he did was focus on the calico that was leading the rest out of the building. He watched her stop and turn slowly to round another group, watching her eyes widened as another gun shoot. His ears pinned against his head, running by her side, "Come on! We need to go!" He yelled, causing the others to sprint for their lives as the sudden feel of the cattle prods being brought to the event behind them. Quickening his pace, the blinding light filled his vision. They were free... Hiding in the shadows for a few more ten years, he followed from a far towards the calico Neko, watching her movements and sudden sparks of being exposed to head to town. He had received a small job to get by on by being a grocery bagger, only to pass the time and see her whenever she would come to get food. After a while, he had notice little activity done by her, only to find out she was making a secret kingdom for his kind to come together as. Quitting his job, he took the advantage of the opportunity and stepped up to the plate, learning a few abilities to strengthen his own and staying hidden long enough from the humans to not tell what he truly was. Following after the newborn Queen, he found hope in himself to finally meet her, the wonderful eyes that kept him sane throughout his time in the cages. He was... home.

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His Childhood
Leviticus was named reasonably after his great grandfather before him, which was mortal at first, but changed soon after into that of a vampire's strength. Since then, his family has originated from the vampire heir and were lucky enough to produce offspring; and so Leviticus was born. He grew up under the eyes of a wealthy family, consisting of two inseparable, loving parents and an older sister, Sasha. Her powers were premonitions, as was their father, but both Leviticus and his mother possessed the powers of which only a few could have - mind reading. He developed great advantages to this power of his throughout his times of childhood, having been granted a nice education through his mother, their teacher, as well. Around this age there were no such things as schools, so it was apparent that the parent of the children teach their young, especially vampires alone. The Titanas family moved frequently to avoid commotion amongst other beings, tracing out the lands of animals both human and cattle for them to feast. Times were rather hard for finding food asides the mortal race, but they shared what they could until it was time for their departure at full development. When that time came, both his sister and him traveled Europe together hand in hand in search for their own home. They eventually parted when Leviticus headed to Rome, and for her - Paris.

The Golden Age; 264BC
When the Romans thought to of found a way to entertain their selfish needs, they created the Golden Age, nominating slaves to feed their own entertainment by being slaughtered under the choice of a single door. Some were fortunate to find an innocent virgin behind one door, while the others faced the consequence of being eaten by the sharp jaws of a large feline. Others were placed at the center and forced to fight as gladiators, while others tended to volunteer through their own arrogance to lead them into thinking they can battle against any opponent till the death. Leviticus was one of them, but it was not victory is what he sought to find, death or not, but it was the bodies left to dry that would fill his stomach later on. He knew that being a vampire had it's advantages, and his trigger-happy emotions only led him to find that fix of adrenaline inside him to volunteer. When his time arrived, the crowd had already been on it's feet from the death before him, the smell of blood happily made the situation less miserable for the male vampire, he thought in those moments. He was to stand at the other side of the Colosseum and await his challenge. As the emperor called his name, he looked up. They announced the event to be three rounds of survival against a vicious beast behind the two door entrance across his way. When the lion was released from his cage and darted into the ring, Leviticus reacted quickly, naturally following through with the idea of keeping alive. People screamed at the lion to attack the defenseless man, while the ladies shrieked his name to fight as best he could. When the rounds were over and he was panting vigorously in search for air while roses and other light objects were thrown to him from the stands. When he walked over in front of the emperor, he wiped he sweat from his forehead and covered s eyes from the hot, beating sun. As the king looked down on the victor, he made a small smile and looked to his daughter sitting next to him, and then his wife with a small nod. As he rose, he announced to the crowd his name once more before asking a simple question, the lady, or the lion. Leviticus looked to the shiny eyed maiden with silence, as she was fawning over him from her seat, but he held no emotion whilst looking at her. He requested, with a cruel grin, the lion to be his prize. After he left the ring, he was given the lion, which was named Merlin soon after.

Roman Empire; 27BC
Once Merlin had passed away after their share of events in Rome's Colosseum, Leviticus found it was time to move back to France and to serve under royalty. He was placed as a knight, but eventually worked his way up in rank as being one of the leading knights during the time of the Roma Empire. He was also among the rare few that King Henry trusted, which was is own mistake, and Leviticus was never put out of the pool on the kingdom's drama. It was typical for the king to be committing large acts of adultery asides his queen, and the leading knight could only shake his head in dismay of who he worked for. When it had come to a close as King Henry experienced major effects to insanity and religious cruelty, the vampire took the chance of feeding off the king during his private hours. Every discussion they had was cut off when he entered the room, and the knight took no mercy in hiding his rage for the man. Until the time of his death, Leviticus took small samples of the King's blood in order to feed his needs, persuading him to believe that he could help the Lord's insanity by curing him with a few daily blood tests. The man was too foolish to find evidence behind his background, which was his own mistake. King Henry, to his eyes, deserved what came to him, especially when his queen fell heartbroken. As the black plague arrived, all the knight could do was recruit clean villagers and keep them safe in large rooms found in the castle. The lives lost were large, and he was forced to watch them cripple from the deathly disease which covered France. Princess, soon to be Queen, Mary was forced to provide alone for her kingdom whilst soon to be King Francis was on horse in search for survivors with the leading knight. They were able to find villagers, and help them back to the castle with ease, but still the disease pressed on. At last, when the kingdom was finally at peace, Leviticus took his leave as their knight and began to head for shelter in England. He left the night of the king and queen's coronation after congratulating them and wishing himself on his way.

The Renaissance Era; 1350s
Several centuries then passed once after he had found a convenient cottage in a small village short of London. The high life was no more for him during this age, that is, until the Renaissance appeared. Though, he still remained in the small village, but tended to go into the large city of England for his own interests. Within the centuries after his leave in the kingdom of France, Leviticus began to develop a knowledge for werewolves now that they've become more known. He had encountered a few whilst staying in the England village, as they were the cause of his sheep being slaughtered almost a century ago as of then. The sheep of course weren't a problem for him, he could buy more, the issue was how close the werewolves were willing to take for chances against him. When all was said and done, Leviticus studied as much knowledge as he could about the race, creating some of his own theories and putting them to diaries as well as with what he knew atop his head. His first encounter began at a ball held near Parliament, where he had been privately invited by another vampire that was higher up, as according to religious beliefs. His friend pretended to be some priest for the sake of being a superior, which was brilliant and in all else insane, but the benefits varied well in his favor. Cloaked in the latest fashions, him and his friend met up at the ball for it was where the party was behind held, something of a celebration, he presumed. He danced with the finest women among the room, creating envy within the eyes of others and breaking hearts at the end of the night. On his way home, he decided to go on foot, having the need to run and most likely pick a meal up on the way for a new fill up on his supply.

At the corner of his eyes flashed a pair of yellow golden eyes and black brown fur, which made him stop and instinctively growl for some reason. This force disturbed him in unimaginable ways. He growled, baring his  fangs ferociously at the beast whilst holding his ground. When the mysterious animal looked at him, it was at most ten feet tall, staring down at him from a far deep within the shadows. His hands were then made into fists and he yelled in protest that it attack, which it did. It was a female werewolf, and he hadn't had enough knowledge on the creature at this time to know what it's weak spots were. Thinking to his experience on wolves upon tales, he grabbed it from behind in avoiding the strike, crushing his arms around the waist as he bit into the werewolf's back. The she-wolf yelped and batted at him as best she could, but Leviticus had already had a taste of the sweet nectar, and it built a sudden frenzy in him to finish what he started. He broke the bottom of her spine and through her, only to run over to the corpse and tackle it for a bite once more. Blood splattered the ground and severely stained his elegant attire, oozing from the sides of his cheeks and down his neck blissfully. He looked at his hands, noticing that they too dripped with the wolven blood and his eyes were at it's brightest. Licking his lips, he eyed the body and attacked it until it was dry of life. Once he was finished, he took what was left of the shewolf home, stripping it of it's pelt and displayed it over the room's floor next to the fire. He had never tasted something so great before in his lifetime.

The feeling still tickled his tongue, and suddenly, his stomach felt as if it were empty; he needed more. As he headed out, Leviticus made sure to wear loose clothing, darting off into the village without mercy in who he'd kill to get the fix he had a thirst for. He dove into homes, grabbing innocent humans and dragging them throughout their houses until he had a nice place to eat them. Perhaps the more the merrier and greater taste, yes, of course that was it. At the end of the night, Leviticus had shared a few hours to himself whilst in this insane state of mind, having already wiped out half the entire village just to fill what he thought could be fixed. Not one soul had the same taste as a werewolf, not one. The rest of the village would not know of his appearance, only that their neighbors would be dead and accused that a murder lived among them. And if that didn't convince them, he'd start the rumor himself, with the help of his superior friend. He used the rest of the corpses to fill his supply, having been defeated with the lack of knowing that only a werewolf could grant such a taste and that alone. Leviticus sought to find more of this blood, but until then, he'd learn to control the inner turmoil that drove him to the edge. Too many lives were taken, both young and old, and he could never being himself to that thought of how much of a terrible monster he could be.

The New World; Late 1400s - Early 1500s
Before his expedition, Christopher Columbus and Leviticus made each other as allies, enough for him to be apart of the Mayflower's men and women upon aboard to the New World. He had always known the world to be round, as Columbus did not until discovering the new land across the oceans, but he never thought once that there was far more land to cover than the eastern hemisphere. He bribed who ever it took for him to get on that ship, having to endure pain and anguish the ride there, but eventually land was found and their journey had ended. In their time of water, had had discovered his sister to be on board as well, which were fortunate enough to be reunited and surprised with her significant other - a human. He had no ill feelings towards his sister being in love with a mortal, but he knew that she would face the consequences later on. Even then, they exchanged various stories once they hit land. Apparently, the mortal knew of her being a vampire, and told him openly his feelings on it, which were positive. Then his sister proceeded to talk to him privately about turning him when they would be married. He trusted the human enough because he shared a strong bond with his sister, and he can only ask that he keep her safe, even if she can protect herself. Leviticus had made quite the impression on the remaining humans, some in disguise to be either a werewolf or vampire, but all of which kept their own distances, no matter how much it took for them not to be exposed in broad daylight. He also tended to avoid any costs of being greeted with the yellow Natives, having already the time to escape as quickly as possible once everyone was on shore. His sister was soon to follow with her husband, but not as quickly due to his mortal abilities. Leviticus had to force himself to stop and wait, but eventually they got to where things were safe and were able to make a home from what they learned. It was unfortunate for the mortals not knowing how to build such things, whereas Sasha and Leviticus knew all they needed to know to survive, just as long as they were together.

Boston; 1700s
As colonists, Leviticus and Sasha's husband, once after he was changed during their honeymoon, were forced to work as men, whilst Sasha stayed home and cooked for them. They were happy to hear that his sister had been blessed with the next chapter in their life, and he can only hope that the little guy be easy with training. This was expected of him to help, which he would be more than happy too once the child would be brought to that time of age. His brother in law and him worked along side as lawyers, next to John and Samuel Adams later on, but worked at the heart of Boston, MA for smaller cases. At the night of the great ordeal of colonists arguing over taxes and the confederates walking into Boston to threaten them, his brother and him went on to over-see the commotion. They stood on the citizen's side, only to hear shots fire and men yell, before another is shot and a body falls. Behind him, his brother yelped, and his skin began to burn. Leviticus swung around to look as his sister's husband fell to the ground, only to be caught quickly into the arms of the vampire male's. He turned him over and covered his hands in order to rip the musket ball out of his back, throwing it elsewhere so he could see the damage. The British believed that the Lord could help them with every shot if they soaked their bullets in holy water. It had almost burned an entire way through the man, and Leviticus could only imagine the despair on his sister's face once he would return home alone. The Confederates were chased by the civilians and soon only a few were left to care for the five that had died and the wounded near them. It was too late for him to be healed, he couldn't do anything for him now. Leviticus picked the body up and headed home to share the terrible news. Sasha's face when she saw the body over her brother's shoulders was the worst sight he had ever come to face, and she cried helplessly into Leviticus's arms before they buried him in the backyard.  In order to avenge his brother, the vampire joined the Sons of Liberty, and served to be dressed as what they referred to themselves as Mohawks, and betrayed the British by throwing their precious tea into the harbor. They were fortunate enough to win the great war, and Sasha gave birth to a young boy, which she named after her husband and Leviticus then trained, as promised.

The Scarlet Letter; Late 1800s
Sasha and Leviticus soon departed as all the states were formed, he decided to move west, where she remained in the New England colonies in hopes her son would be given proper education. They told each other their goodbyes, as it may be the last they'll see each other, and soon Leviticus parted to another adventure. He rode horseback across the country in finding a nice place to settle out more towards the west. He settled eventually in what would be known as Utah in the future, and made a life of his own in a nearby town. This was a home no different than where he lived long ago in England, supported by a religious superior, and the wealthy were treated just the same. He met a woman by the name of Genevieve one evening at a tailor shop, she worked along side many other woman in sewing, and was happily married with another. Leviticus grew quite fond of her when he they had time to talk, and eventually he became a manager of the factory to where she worked. They were alone quite often, and he developed enriched feelings for the maiden, despite her mortality and gentleness. After a while, they shared closer secrets, asides that he was a vampire just yet, and eventually began to reveal strong affections. One night, they made love, taking away all the power he could as a vampire to keep from drinking her blood and sucking her dry so that her body be pale the next morning without a pulse. He had no intention of hurting her, only to love her, endlessly and completely as one. The affairs she held with him were made on purpose, she loved him. However, when her husband had suspected that his wife be pregnant, he knew he was not the father, thus accusing her of great adultery. The town did not know of Leviticus's love for Genevieve, and she made sure to keep him a secret, as they both thought that his species would be exposed and threatened. She was held prisoner from him for a year, a short time for him to wait until she walked out with a three month old in her arms, he instantly knew it to be his own. A scarlet 'A' was embroidered into her dress, but she made it seem as if she were an angel - she was his angel. Leviticus tried his hardest to become one with their child, knowing that his beloved was to be scorned for her act against their religion and so forth. It was one night where he went on a run, as he had not eaten in so long. He attacked a neighbor of his, but was too foolish to notice that the children were watching their parents being drained by the very fangs of him. He was too careless in these moments after seeing such things be punished for his true love, and he was cursed in the end because of it. The witnesses told the fellow town members of a monster, and who it was, suspecting that it be the father of the child because of the offspring's taste for trouble as well. The vampire male was captured and his arms and head were trapped in a prisoner's trap, and forced to watch as two men dragged his Genevieve and what is now his five year old son, Armin, to a stage. The crowd below shouted with disdain. Leviticus would not be killed, but instead be forced to watch as his family burned right in front of him. His eyes were filled with horror as he watched it, all of it, the fear keeping him from lashing out and the image itself making him freeze in place.

The Present; Year 2870
After being released from them and exiled, Leviticus ran as far as he could for a way out. As times changed and the modern society was created, he too, was altered along with it. His days of mourning soon ceased, and he return to his studies upon all forming races. Eventually, there were creatures such as shifters, animals of which have the genetic mutation to phase to the disguise of human bodies. And another was called Mora, mutt in Latin, he recalled, they were three different forms to whatever they were destined with a cat, dog, or a fox. Leviticus also learned more on the werewolves, more so than the rest for they have always become a huge threat to their race, and his as well. Vampires and werewolves were apparently not made to get along, even for today, that still has not changed. Since his first encounter with a werewolf's blood so long ago, he has had a share of many events where he's had the taste again. He, however, has learned to cope with being in a room with a werewolf, meaning he has a strong grip on his humanity and thirst, as well as tongue when push comes to shove. Today, he works as a construction worker, dealing with every day needs and boring co-workers, as well in hopes of making his own business. And perhaps a new adventure along the way.

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Like all the sappy love-stories, his parents were one of the many to be told today, or so they choose to believe. Only, instead of them passionately killing each other or ending their long journey with a kiss, they flicked their thin tails and large pointed ears before dashing off into the sunset in canine line forms. Wait, what? Hold on, it gets better. Their love was endless, and to think they met so long ago in steel crates keeping them captive, that made them feel so close today after the escape. When the freeing of the experiments broke across the broadcast stations and newspaper articles, it was then did the couple run off to start a new together. No matter the hardships, the pain or torture they had gone through, they still made the effort to hold hands through it all and go into hiding till the nightly searches were over. They went to school, settled down and got married, like any growing couple would once they were ready; and of course, started a family of their own experimented genetics. They didn't so much as care anymore as to what they were or what immortality made them into, just as long as they had a child to call theirs and a piece of them to share in front of others. They had a boy and happily named him as Nikolai, after the father, Heath's great grandfather. He grew strong and healthy, along with two hard-working parents that went to school to get their medical degrees, so he was gifted with a lot of things other kids didn't have as a child with the money they received. He was very thankful for the family he had, but as always, there's never a positive feeling towards those which don't last forever for a mere young, growing teenager.

When puberty soon arrived, he had begun to become more active with sports and getting exercise, something that wasn't very common amongst technology-obsessed children today. The parents had then already brought into the family another sibling, a little sister by the name of Layla, who Nikolai favored for a lot other than their bickering fits. The reason behind the young Inu's obsession for sports was targeted towards something that had occurred when he was just at the slightest edge of becoming ten years of age. Unfortunately, he had been diagnosed with ADHD, and this affected his learning abilities and behaviors around the house a lot more than average for a human, as well as a Mora. They parents were upset to know that their son would have to most likely live with this forever, but Nikolai lived as he wanted and in exchange for their disappointed feelings, he traded over hope by wishing to play on the freshman lacrosse team. They did, having the enough money to buy all the equipment and all, and were happy once more to see that their son had found something to be passionate over. He of course had enough training to join the varsity team with his upperclassmen, thanks to his past amount of community sports, and competed widely amongst neighboring high schools as a popular event. After practice, he'd always come home to an empty house and dismiss the baby-sitter for his little sister for him to take care of until their parents would come home. He admitted it was a lonely life as a teenager, what with being in a quiet home in the middle of an expensive neighborhood with no one else to protect him, just himself, being the big brother he was to take care of his sister for several hours alone. It was also upsetting to try and persuade his parents into coming to one of his games, but they wouldn't budge. They always had an excuse of working, or that they had to do something at home such as paper work or get into their uniform before rushing back to the emergency room at a sudden call.

Sophomore year was probably the roughest time in all his life to experience. With being so alone and empty inside, he eventually went into a deep depression, as some teenagers did in emotionally neglected environments. He was prescribed pills for both his issues to pull through, as well as dieting pills for sports and packing on the pounds for muscle. After enough therapy sessions and private meetings, he was told to become more socially active with his parents, and even his therapist had a talk with them so that they could see the struggle they've put their child in. Nikolai tried to refuse them that it wasn't their fault and he should've just kept his mouth shut, for they had bills to pay and mouths to feed, but the lack of affection and care was too much for him to try. Once that stage was over, he focused more of his attention on his lacrosse games and practices, as well as some of his studies on the sideline. His mother did her best to be around more often while his father stayed after hours to earn a little cash for the absence of his wife. He was thankful for this, and after constant begging of what he wanted most, Nikolai simply answered with the request of them going to his game at nationals. That's all he ever wanted, just for them to go to at least one of his games and watch how happy he was with what they gave him the opportunity for. They planned to have it worked out and promised they'd be there to cheer him on.

On that day, Nikolai walked onto the lacrosse buss with the other upperclassmen and varsity members with the widest smile. His eyes were so bright and stormy, that it was almost impossible to compare to anything else. When they got there, he got ready and looked out into the crowd to see if they were there, but they weren't from what he could find with his keen sense of smell. He shook his head and ran out onto the field as the couch cued him on. He played roughly, convincing himself that they were there and watching from a place he couldn't find. After the game, he went out and dried off his face from amount of sweat that collected on his forehead. He looked to the time on his phone and saw there were no messages from his mother, or actually, anyone to warn him where they were. Something in his stomach felt strange, like as if something was wrong and he couldn't understand what exactly it was. Looking up, he saw his couch on the phone with his back turned, he voice was filled with concern and worry, until he turned around and the blues of his eyes turned grey as they stared at Nikolai on the bench behind two other upperclassmen. The teammates shifted away so couch could give him the phone, only to hear an elegant, feminine and slow voice on the other end. His family was dead, they explained and applied their most sincere apologies, but all he could hear was a ringing noise in his sensitive ears. His mother. His father. And even his little sister. He didn't speak and only handed the couch back his phone before picking up his things and walking to the center of the field. Tears came down his face and he dropped to his knees, helmet in hand and only a fist of grass in the other. And his mind went blank as he slowly fainted away from reality.

He woke up in a policeman's car, and asked him where he was going, only to be answered with a simple pause and then the word 'home'. Was it all a dream? Did he black out from being wasted or lack of hydration? Instead of asking all these questions, he closed his eyes and took a nap until the car came to a stop. The door was opened, and so were his eyes, only to see a woman with long dark brown wavy hair and olive green eyes staring back at him with the most saddest expression. Nikolai slowly moved out, looking down to see that he was still in his dark red and white lacrosse uniform, and then putting the pieces slowly back together. It wasn't a dream - it was a nightmare, and he was living it. She introduced herself as Alexandria, and her husband was not far behind her, they were his godparents apparently, and had the evidence to prove it too, signed by both his parents individually. More tears flooded his eyes and he shook his head no, only to be comforted by the warms of this new woman he eventually called his mother, too. It had been said they got into a car accident on the way to the game, something of a drunk driver not looking and plowing through the stop light that crashed into their side, which was usually the side where his little sister sat in her high chair. The thought of this happening was put on him, as he blamed himself for it to ever happen and should've just asked for something smaller, and maybe they wouldn't of died in the first place. But nothing could be helped. He attended the funeral and placed flowers at all their graves before leaving. He quit the lacrosse team soon after that, only because he thought to himself for that being another reason why his family was dead as well. His godparents were immune to the idea of him being one of the Moras, and didn't care what others thought either when he let out his tail and ears around the house, as long as he put them away when guests were over so they wouldn't be distracted. After that, he pushed through high school with his godparents quietly and stayed with them half way into college as well to become a sports photographer instead.

In that time, he managed to dig up some old secrets along the way with getting to know his environment. They had no children, or nothing of the sort that made them differ from other non-kid families. He tried asking as to why they haven't decided on any, and the husband, Brody apparently, explained that something terrible happened the first time his wife had a child. They told him personal stories of when the mother was abused by her ex-husband, as well as the husband being molested as a child. Nikolai learned he wasn't the only one with disabilities and problems in life, and wondered more of where these stories led to if it had to do anything with his species. Like his biological parents, Alexandria and Brody told him a lot about the multi-specied histories and tall tales that they've heard over time and whatnot. But he was more concerned on the Great escape regarding his own, for it had to do with his parents running away too. Nikolai knew some stories of it, from bedtime when his mother would tell him about the Queen that lived far far away in the prairies with a kingdom of their kind, as well as another trusted individual that was her right hand, along with the Original Inu that started it all among their release. He at first thought them to be all made up, but it seemed to spread to humans as well in their books, so the more it seemed believable to him. He remembered their names, and when the mother was talking about the son she used to have, whom was put into an adoption center after not being able to keep him, Nikolai was not paying attention and slipped the name Connor James in front of her. He was talking about the knight his real parents talked about, but that was enough for the mother to look up and question him. This was then the funny part - it was her son. And the resemblance according to the stories, were impeccable.

When finally moving out of the house and beginning his photographing career with Sports Illustrated, Nikolai moved onto bigger and better things. He began searching addresses, emails, posters, or any source of announcement related to this so called kingdom. He tried for a year before giving up on the search and retreating to the basics of life by getting another job to pay the rest of his student loans, only to be interviewed thankfully at a nice club near his apartment down the street. He requested to be bartender and asked all the questions with honesty, as well as a bit of humor to tie the knot. When he went out the door, he stopped to see a woman with tattoos, orange eyes and a long calico tail flicking at her calves. She was talking to the manager with files in her hands and some paperwork, he assumed, only to overhear her about a little kingdom she had of her own. His eyes widened at this discovering before he introduced himself before her and asked her more on this kingdom while he revealed his tail and ears as a sign of trust. She in fact was the Queen, but he didn't take the time to get hyped about it until she was gone. He wrote all the things he needed to know on a napkin and stuffed in his pockets. After running home to pack his bags and sleep it off, they called to say he got the job and will have to begin work next week as their new bartender. Life was becoming a lot more easier, it seemed.

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