Light in the Darkness

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Well it's been quite a while since I did a pic of my old Character Dark Light and I thought now was finally the time to revisit the character and give him a spiffy revamp. New outfit, new hair, and even a human form. At any rate I'm gonna do this one as Dark Light writing in his Journal.

"Dear Journal,

Never done this before so not sure what to write about. It's not generally my thing. I mean how does writing about killing a werewolf high as a kite on cleaning solution helpful? Guess I should start off with my name. Gabriel Lucen. That's my name and the only thing I have from my mother. I was abandoned at some church as a baby. Still don't have all the details on why. I went into the foster system and bounced about a bit. It wasn't much at first I think. But when I was 5 that's when my power really started to manifest. Most kids that age are scared of the dark. I never understood why. It felt so comfortable to me. I could see in it just fine and if I concentrated on something the shadows seemed to move it. Later I found out that they actually did move it. I was really excited about this and when I showed my foster parents at the time they freaked out. Especially considering that my hand seemed to darken as I did it and my eyes seemed to glow. I hadn't noticed that before. Well as you might imagine as I got older my power go stronger and was the cause of me bouncing about foster homes. They just couldn't deal with it and well one family went so far as to think me demon possessed and tried to exorcise me. The guy doing it apparently was trying to squeeze the evil out of me and the second I felt a rib crack fear shot through me even more and I blacked out. At 9 years old I had shadow shifted for the first time. By ability enveloped me and I apparently threw the man off of me with enough force for the guy to break his arm when he hit the wall.

I'm not in the system anymore. Foster parents wouldn't take me and I got sick of always feeling like a freak and eventually ran away at 10. I wasn't prepared for it. Hell I still wet the bed then...and now. But that's your secret to keep OK journal? Alright. I was wondering around the streets for days. I was hungry, thirsty. I tried eating something out of the trash but I just threw it up. I was getting sick too. Sleeping outside as the nights got cooler and the condition of my pants every morning didn't help that. Only my Shadow state was probably keeping me alive. I found myself shifting into it more and more often. Sleeping during the day and moving about at night. Occasionally stealing what I needed. But even that was getting weaker and I found myself even in that state slowing down. One night I grabbed purse from some lady on the street. I didn't think she'd follow or be able to catch me. Nobody had. But her. She came right after me faster than anything I'd ever seen and when I turned back to look at her my own haunting eyes went wide. Her ears were pointed now and her nose and mouth hat contorted into this short muzzle almost which hung open panting. I could see huge canine teeth and I dropped the purse. She said something that I couldn't quite understand other than the wort Shit. I think she called me a Little Shit looking back. I ran and she gave chase. I eventually found myself corned in an alley and by now she was growing fur everywhere and that dress looked a size or two too tight as her muscled rippled under it. She came at me and I screamed and brought up my hands. A barrier of shadow came up. It was the first time I'd ever done that but it didn't last long and after a bash or two the field shattered and I felt myself being tossed about and slashed at. I heard a gunshot and two voices. One seemed foreign. Had some kind of accent to it. British maybe but it didn't quite fit that. Too low. The other was normal and yelling. Something about being seen and honor and I heard the words street urchin being uttered. That's about when I passed out.

I woke up a few hours later groggy and feeling worse than ever. I swore as I felt that familiar wetness down below. Then the accent voice came and told me to rest. He'd take care of that and explain everything. I mumbled something and tried to get up and felt sharp pain. Then I felt his hand on my chest. I didn't know how then but I instantly knew that this man wasn't human but that despite that the presence I felt from him was soothing. Aura sense I'd later learn it was called. He told me that I had to rest. He said I had a bad fever and that if I moved about too much I'd tear my stitches. I groaned and just laid back. My body was feeling like lead anyway and after a prick in my arm which I guess was an IV I was too tired to care how embarrassing it was as he changed the sheets and my pants.

When I got up the next morning I sighed feeling a little better and for once it didn't feel like my pants were soaked. Moving about though I felt something else that was a little damp and discovered an um...disposable night undergarment was where my briefs had been. The Accent man was still there and he proceeded to lay everything out for me. I was at his mansion and he was a Vampire. The woman I tried to mug was a werewolf and so was the other man I had heard. He said his name was Artisan but I could call him Art. I didn't believe him at first but seeing his fangs and the speed at which he moved to my bedside from across the room changed that. I learned that day that Artisan's home was a place for people of a less than normal inclination to find safe haven. There were Vampires, Werewolves, practicing sorcerers, among others living in the mansion. The guy Werewolf who I learned was named Sam stopped by to ask how I was. He told me that the woman who attacked me had been asked to leave and that she'd gone to live with family way out in the country and said that she sent her apologies for her lapse in judgement. They said I could stay there and I'd always have a home there and that they'd help me figure out my skills and what exactly I am.

Since then I've learned a lot about the mystical underbelly of the world and learned more about what I can do and what my power entails. I've figured out that I also have light based abilities but that those are harder for me to do and we've managed to figure out that whatever I am the source of my power's old. Very old. Artisan says may even be older than some of the gods which despite not being quite what people had once thought I've found do exist. One or two of their hybrid offspring live here. So I've made improvements and have learned to use my power to help out around here with some of the mystical creatures that get out of hand. Such as drugged up werewolves from out of town. Took a new name too. Dark Light. I've improved in a lot of ways. Still can't stop wetting the bed though. Damn it at 15 you'd think I'd be over that. I'm some sort of Dark Light creature with control over the darkness but I can't control my own bladder when I'm asleep?! Ok I'm rambling now. Guess that's it for tonight. It's my night off and damn it I'm gonna relax with some TV. Later Journal.
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Your Nocturnal Watcher Gabriel, Lucen. AKA. Dark Light."

Well I hope you guys liked the pic and the not so lil story here that went with it. ^^

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