Post by The Werebear on Feb 3, 2014 16:25:31 GMT -6
Full Name: Werebear
Nickname: Masha
Age: ~340 years
Height: 5'0" at the shoulder, 6'7" on hind legs
Weight: 650 lbs.
Gender: Female
Eye color: White
Fur color: Black
What would nowadays be deemed a savage creature akin to werewolves and other nightly beasts, the "Werebear" had certainly not started out that way. She was born a human in colonial Massachusetts in the year 1670, near the province where the Salem witch trials would later take place. Neglected and abandoned by her own family, she began showing signs of depression and separation anxiety in her adolescence - during which she was left to live on her own on the streets, seeking help from strangers she that she passed by; even if it meant selling herself. Her near manic desire to find attachment again drove her to motherhood, for she believed that she could find happiness in her children, forcing them to stay with her at all times. That determination landed her with several young children by the time she was twenty-two, all of which were conceived by bastardy. Aware that this was a crime, the fathers fled.
The mother was at the time too poor and unstable to handle three children, though she was content enough to have them with her - however protective she was over them, she never quite realized that her behavior with them was negligent. They were smothered often and did not grow in suitable conditions. That didn't go on for long before the mother was found out and sent to exile as her punishment for illegitimate children and their treatment, her children all taken from her. She was sent to live in the forest where several escaped witches had gone. One of those witches had been so enraged by her carelessness that she placed a curse upon the mother, sentencing her to eternal life as an unwanted and barbarous creature.
While her appearance was that of a black bear, there were qualities that made her appear more unearthly, demonic and dreadful. She was much larger than any known bear at that time, with black fur that was thick and matted and eyes that glowed white. Her claws were long and sharp to provide her with, in addition to her strength as a whole, her best method of attack and defense. The witch trusted that the bear would not last, be her death by hunters or prolonged exposure to the sunlight. Although she was unable to turn back into her human form, her strength climbed most when the moon was out - during daytime she would be weaker and experience pain unless she found somewhere shadowed to stay until night fell again. While the Werebear was not completely immortal, the witch hoped to expand her suffering by making her unable to die by aging.
To escape the daylight, she wandered by night in search of darker places. Hiding was not so easy due to her size, and she could only protect herself from a potential kill by mauling those who attempted it - at least, any of those who did not run in sheer terror due to her size and appearance. She did not rest during night, using her dark fur and her strong endurance to keep herself moving onward. For decades it seemed as if she disappeared, and that those who saw her were most likely just imagining it. And as those years past, she adapted to being a wild beast; for as long as she kept away from human contact, that state of mind completely consumed her and began to forget her days of being human.
Her reappearance was made at the grounds of Baudeau long after the master had passed away. She did not wander into the Manor itself but lingered out in the thicker, wooded areas - where the daylight was less likely to seep through. For the next several years to come, this was where she roamed, lured enough by the darkness and the evil auras that emanated from the tall structure that she wished to mark her territory here.
And then, strange humans began to filter in, one by one. Despite her bulk, she generally keeps herself unnoticed by dwelling by the Puppeteer's Well and Hangman's Hill, where the trees and shadows can best conceal her - that is, if no one notices the glow of her white eyes in the distance. She is not an aggressive creature unless provoked, for all she sees in the eyes of others is fear - while that is something she does not intend to happen, there isn't any way for her to convey that she does not wish to cause unnecessary harm.
One 'human' who had come close enough did not seem to express fear in her presence, and that was Russia. He was calm, strangely enough, and, unlike others in her past, did not make any effort to attack and kill her. He meant to escape quickly before she could do just that to him, but the Werebear remembered the sort of companionship she sought long ago - while she would still keep her wild animal qualities, there was still a trace of willingness in her to provide a motherly sort of affection and protection to another who needed it.
This hadn't happened since her initial cursing, but she felt a sort of bond with the man - even when he was apart from her, she could sense his well-being and whether he would need her if ever threatened. Realizing that she did not wish to harm him and seemed rather fond of him, Russia gave her the name Masha and has frequently wandered outside to make sure that she is still well. If he does require her, naturally he would not have any qualm bringing her into the Manor itself for all to see.
[Thank you staff again!! <333]
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Nickname: Masha
Age: ~340 years
Height: 5'0" at the shoulder, 6'7" on hind legs
Weight: 650 lbs.
Gender: Female
Eye color: White
Fur color: Black
What would nowadays be deemed a savage creature akin to werewolves and other nightly beasts, the "Werebear" had certainly not started out that way. She was born a human in colonial Massachusetts in the year 1670, near the province where the Salem witch trials would later take place. Neglected and abandoned by her own family, she began showing signs of depression and separation anxiety in her adolescence - during which she was left to live on her own on the streets, seeking help from strangers she that she passed by; even if it meant selling herself. Her near manic desire to find attachment again drove her to motherhood, for she believed that she could find happiness in her children, forcing them to stay with her at all times. That determination landed her with several young children by the time she was twenty-two, all of which were conceived by bastardy. Aware that this was a crime, the fathers fled.
The mother was at the time too poor and unstable to handle three children, though she was content enough to have them with her - however protective she was over them, she never quite realized that her behavior with them was negligent. They were smothered often and did not grow in suitable conditions. That didn't go on for long before the mother was found out and sent to exile as her punishment for illegitimate children and their treatment, her children all taken from her. She was sent to live in the forest where several escaped witches had gone. One of those witches had been so enraged by her carelessness that she placed a curse upon the mother, sentencing her to eternal life as an unwanted and barbarous creature.
While her appearance was that of a black bear, there were qualities that made her appear more unearthly, demonic and dreadful. She was much larger than any known bear at that time, with black fur that was thick and matted and eyes that glowed white. Her claws were long and sharp to provide her with, in addition to her strength as a whole, her best method of attack and defense. The witch trusted that the bear would not last, be her death by hunters or prolonged exposure to the sunlight. Although she was unable to turn back into her human form, her strength climbed most when the moon was out - during daytime she would be weaker and experience pain unless she found somewhere shadowed to stay until night fell again. While the Werebear was not completely immortal, the witch hoped to expand her suffering by making her unable to die by aging.
To escape the daylight, she wandered by night in search of darker places. Hiding was not so easy due to her size, and she could only protect herself from a potential kill by mauling those who attempted it - at least, any of those who did not run in sheer terror due to her size and appearance. She did not rest during night, using her dark fur and her strong endurance to keep herself moving onward. For decades it seemed as if she disappeared, and that those who saw her were most likely just imagining it. And as those years past, she adapted to being a wild beast; for as long as she kept away from human contact, that state of mind completely consumed her and began to forget her days of being human.
Her reappearance was made at the grounds of Baudeau long after the master had passed away. She did not wander into the Manor itself but lingered out in the thicker, wooded areas - where the daylight was less likely to seep through. For the next several years to come, this was where she roamed, lured enough by the darkness and the evil auras that emanated from the tall structure that she wished to mark her territory here.
And then, strange humans began to filter in, one by one. Despite her bulk, she generally keeps herself unnoticed by dwelling by the Puppeteer's Well and Hangman's Hill, where the trees and shadows can best conceal her - that is, if no one notices the glow of her white eyes in the distance. She is not an aggressive creature unless provoked, for all she sees in the eyes of others is fear - while that is something she does not intend to happen, there isn't any way for her to convey that she does not wish to cause unnecessary harm.
One 'human' who had come close enough did not seem to express fear in her presence, and that was Russia. He was calm, strangely enough, and, unlike others in her past, did not make any effort to attack and kill her. He meant to escape quickly before she could do just that to him, but the Werebear remembered the sort of companionship she sought long ago - while she would still keep her wild animal qualities, there was still a trace of willingness in her to provide a motherly sort of affection and protection to another who needed it.
This hadn't happened since her initial cursing, but she felt a sort of bond with the man - even when he was apart from her, she could sense his well-being and whether he would need her if ever threatened. Realizing that she did not wish to harm him and seemed rather fond of him, Russia gave her the name Masha and has frequently wandered outside to make sure that she is still well. If he does require her, naturally he would not have any qualm bringing her into the Manor itself for all to see.
[Thank you staff again!! <333]
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