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Everyone Deserves A Second Chance

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1 Everyone Deserves A Second Chance on Fri Jul 26, 2013 8:13 pm

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Name: Cameron Muller

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Rank: Requesting the rank of Beta with the 'Profession' of a Doctor. However, I will be happy with anything the Alpha and Alphess should choose to bestow upon me.

Summary:
THE BEGINNING
The 'new world' was still in awe, still in celebration of new life in a new world seperate from the rule of Great Britain. The land fertile for growth and expansion and colonies were beginning to spead like wildfire that consumed the midwest. It was May 12th, 1775: A three mast ship was setting sail from Great Britain, escaping the rule of King George III. There upon the masses of immigrants was a beautiful young girl, no older than the age of 15. Corn yellow hair hung long upon her lithe frame, curling lightly at the tips the reached down the middle of her back. Skin as fair as snow and pale from the sickness that surrounded her, many people plagued by the terrible living conditions in England. Bright blue eyes peered forth from her bunk, scanning the multiple men in the lower quarters of the ship. Each eyeing her like a prized possession. Nearly a year on a ship, raped daily and nightly, the young maiden was tortured in her wake of trying to escape the pain of living as a slave for the kingdom of King George.

Dubbed the name of Deidre, she was a beautiful girl, born to fame and fortune of the Baron and Baroness of the surrounding kingdoms to George. Upon her 14th birthday, Deidre was told she would be wed to an heir of King George III to inherit the wealth and riches of England. Refusing to pursue this life she fled, hoping the nearest ship in the harbor of the English Channel, and sailing off into the ocean trying to find comfort in her decision. The life of the high and mighty was not for her, but what was to come for her was not of the greatest intentions either. At first life upon the ship was not as terrible as the world had made it seem, yet, 3 months into their voyage, rations for food were slim and humans were dropping like flies. Crew members being forced to toss the bodies overboard, this life Deidre fear.

In order to survive and get the food she needed, Deidre was forced to sleep her way into the arms of the ship's captain. Yet, the Captain of the ship would not have some wench trying to take what was his and he forced her to become the worker's scratching post. Being raped more and more until one day, she began to show. The torture of pregnancy upon the ship was horrible, not knowing which man was the father of her unborn child. However, in the distance she knew land was not much further. Hiding the child was her only goal, so that she was not killed for her actions. Time passed and she could finally see the new land. Over a year later Deidre had left home, been on the ship, and arrived but at least her child would be born here in America, and not under the rule of the vicious King George. Deidre gave birth to Cameron Muller on August 1st, 1776 in a small town just outside of Plymouth, Massachusetts. Until this day, Cameron doesn't know whom his father is.

THE MIDDLE
Cameron grew up in Salem, Massachusetts with his mother Deidre since his birth a few towns away. America was beautiful, prosperous, and most of all it was home for him. Growing up Cameron was raised in a home where practices of medicine and faith were much different than most. For the first 10 years of his life, Cameron assisted in midwifing and being an alter boy for the corner church and priest. Learning all he could about demonology and angelology from the only father in his life and biology and creation from his mother. It was a constant battle of good and evil as he grew older, until the eve of his 16th birthday when something overcame his body, transforming him into a monster or so it seemed.

After his first shift, Cameron was fearful of his own life and the things he could do when he was the creature that ran through his blood. It only made him question who he was and what his purpose was in life. Trying to recieve questions from his mother was like pulling teeth from a newborn child, not able to do so. Until one night, under the pale blue sky and the bright moon, Cameron changed and held his mother hostage, forcing her to reveal the secrets of her voyage to America and the constant battle of men forcing themselves upon her. Cameron now knew that finding his father would be harder than he thought. So Cameron left home, seeking out a destiny that he thought would be easy to find.

Years passed Cameron bounced from home to home, convent to convent, and hospital to hospital. Taking on fake names, identities, and raping his way through the land because his life was far different than anyone else he had ever met. Keep all holy knowledge close to him as well as the demon that resided inside, only bearing to show it when needed. Trying to fight hunger and thirst for blood and battle, but locking himself away. As time passed, by the year 1950, Cameron had recieved his Doctrict degree, his degree in Demonology, his degree in Angelology, and his business degree. By the year 2000, Cameron had traveled the world at least 100 times over, searching for the answers in his life. Learning all that he could. Upon the full moon in the year 2003, Cameron shifted for the final time and headed to South Africa to do misionary work, but instead of helping he let his insticts take over and he stayed shifted for nearly ten years. Being worshiped by African people as a god: the beast who walks with humans. Cameron finally realized that the life he was living was wrong and he decided that he needed to go home having not been in ten years.

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Example Post: Waiting in line at the gate he held his ticket to board the plane, his briefcase in hand awaiting his boarding call. Cameron glanced down at the new age technology that was still recent to his time, for Cameron was old fashioned is every way. Placing the phone is his coat pocket he directed his attention to the large screen above him, his eyes scanning the board for his flight number and terminal number. Once located he walked the corridor towards the ramp where he was to board and handed the flight attendant his ticket. Once upon the plane, he sat  in first class, a row behind the cock pit. A cheesy movie began to play as all the customers boarded and settled down for the long flight. Keeping his passport handy he flashed a grin to the co-pilot as they closed the door and began their speech for takeoff. Cameron smiled, he was glad to finally be heading home.

After 15 hours on a plane, Cameron finally landed at JFK in New York City. Picking up his briefcase, he left the tarmac and began to follow his keene sense of smell to where he knew he belonged. Finding her would not be diffifcult, persuading her would be the hardest thing he would ever have to do. Taking a deep breath he hailed a cab and headed towards the large hotel, hoping for a second chance at life. Cameron closed his eyes for the duration of the trip, dreaming of life after this, and what was to come. When he awoke, the sight of the hotel was more than he could ever have dreamed of. Being away from home does something to you, staying human is even worse. Cameron had not shifted in about 10 years, it killed him and he need to be with others like him. Collette, a dear friend of which he met while practicing in France, told him that America was the place to find others like himself.



Last edited by Dr. Cameron Muller on Wed Jul 31, 2013 7:52 pm; edited 4 times in total (Reason for editing : Redo Summary)

2 Re: Everyone Deserves A Second Chance on Fri Jul 26, 2013 8:51 pm

Membership Accepted~
Welcome back. Nice to see ya again!
Post at the borders when you're ready, though it might take a while. Either Alpha Jace, Beta Natasha or Alphess Teimhnin will meet you there when Venantium has opened. We've been busy with the site and would love if you could be patient with replies. Thanks!

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