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Wereville

Junky To Funky
 

Once upon a full moon...

The story of Wereville begins on the night of Friday, the 13th, in the perfect month of June. It was a cool summer's night, filled with the chirping of the cricket hordes and the flashes of the fireflies; and a young man was taking a walk in the wooded hills behind his house. Life wasn't looking so good, even though he had just got home from his very own birthday party. With a clouded mind, he wandered over the wide hills and through the twisting valleys that allowed a small creek to wind its way between the inclines.

He decided to stop at the family's pond to toss some stones into the placid water. He liked hearing the soft plop that sent ripples to the shoreline. A chorus of frogs battled the crickets for sound supremacy, filling the night with quite a noise. As he bent to gather a few stones, a hulking shape burst from the surrounding trees and tackled him to the ground. No manner of struggling could free him from the attacker's grasp. A piercing bite broke the flesh on his shoulder and seared his muscles like molten lead. His body went into shock, and he lost track of space and time. When he awoke on his bed the next morning, he thought it had been a dream. Maybe he had too many drinks last night. But when he went to take a shower and saw the bite marks scarring his shoulder, he knew something serious had happened.

In the days and weeks that followed, this young man gained an incredible sense of smell coupled with a fearful strength. His body seemed to heal itself of any small cuts and nicks; but the teeth marks remained the same as they had looked on that night. With his new strength, he began to stand up to the Laws that tried to touch his granny at every street crossing. Soon Henchlings feared the howl that marked the beginning of his rampage. They gave him the name Wereville after he took out every Henchling in Urbanville on a single full moon.

Beware his bite. It's worse than his howl.

Factoids!

I jack into Urbanville from the western mountains of North Carolina.

I have Love_Child and Dzhelasi to thank for introducing me to the wonders of this funky, new world.

Despite being a lone wolf, I am a proud member of AEIOU. Help keep Urbanville funky and fun with quality investments in the Gallery and Chronicles.

My strength in arms and sharpness of thought is pledged as an ally to the Vampire Clan and Lunar Dancers. I seek strength and honor above the raging beasts!

I will be homeys with anyone, regardless of affiliation or stats.

I do return props.

On a random note, I call my Twins: Lois and Clark (from left to right). Caleb, my Robo-Pooch and once powerful Wereboy, is on holiday.

Guess that's all for now, folks.

Power within.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

~Marianne Williamson

I seek that power that lies beneath my fragile skin, weighed down by all my humanity. One day soon, I'll break through the shackles of my own making and claim my birthright.

G'luck, fellow warrior, in all your battles. Seek yourself, and you'll find the power within.