Sign In

Close
Forgot your password? No account yet?

Remy Barrow by LaurenRivers

Remy Barrow

LaurenRivers

Name:
Remy Barrow
Age:
30
Gender:
Male
Height:
5'8"
Weight:
170 lbs
Species:
Werecrow

"My name is Remy Barrow. I live in the Den with the werewolf leadership. It may have escaped your notice but no, I'm not a werewolf. The reason I live with a bunch of them is quite simple. I have nowhere else to go.

My story begins in a fairly nondescript neighborhood somewhere in the northeastern United States. I grew up knowing that I was a werecrow. My parents are what you might have called rogues. Unlike the rest of my people, they refused the order to return when the wereavian leadership pulled up stakes and the entirety of my race disappeared. Despite their awareness that they would then be on their own from that moment on they remained out in the world with me.

I realized pretty quick that I wasn't like the other kids. They never had to stay inside during the full moon or deal with the desire to fly. I saw the other kids spreading their wings and running around pretending to be airplanes, and I knew that they would never know what it was like to be me. I'll never forget my first flight.

I was a teenager and my wings were finally large and developed enough to support my weight. There was a water tower on the edge of town that was the tallest thing for miles. I climbed up on top and stood there for ten minutes just wondering if this was how our kind learned how to spread our wings. I closed my eyes and leapt, and when I opened them again I was in the air. My first flight lasted all of half a mile before I crashed into a hill and came to an unceremonious stop.

It wasn't long before I was taking regular flights. I always flew at night so that I wouldn't be spotted. No matter what was going on in my life, it was my stress relief. I'd just spread my wings and let the world fall away.

One day I returned home to find the place empty. There was no sign of anything. Nothing that would tell me what happened or where my parents went. They were just gone. I searched everywhere for a note but found nothing other than my stuff. I packed up and left after selling the place and wandered for a while.

For the next six years I drifted. I took jobs where I could find them and searched for my family or any sign whatsoever of my kind. All I got for my trouble was empty nests, abandoned places, and nothing but questions. I started drinking and getting into fights. I remember getting my ass kicked at some place in Alaska and being thrown in a ditch. It was a full moon but I was too drunk to get out of the moonlight. I changed and passed out. When I woke up, I was looking up into the face of the most beautiful white wolfess I'd ever seen. She put her foot on my crotch and told me to come with her.

It turned out I'd caught the attention of the werewolves who'd sent a retrieval specialist after me. After I cleaned up and dried out the Alphas wanted me gone. The wolfess who'd found me invited me to stay. Turned out she was a bit of a rogue herself and wanted something to irritate her father. Lacking a better offer, I stayed.

Despite my hopes that she would know where the other wereavians went, she didn't know much more than I did. One thing they did have was a lot of history books. Who knew that werewolves were such excellent historians?

Character is Laurenrivers
Art by jakkal

Character Information

Views:
476
Comments:
0
Favorites:
13
Rating:
General