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Ever feel like you lived a previous life?

Well for this man Howler it really is true though he doesn't know it. Long ago Howler had lived another life with a powerful Elementalist who would have given him the world if he could. Craven felt that he was this man's soul mate so when he died or more accurately was killed, Craven vowed that Howler would return again in a new body. Of course Craven didn't think about the fact that Howler wouldn't remember anything of his past life, or maybe he would. Throughout the centuries, Craven has been searching for his lost lover believing that the man is out there somewhere. His pet crow, a bit of a talker, has also joined the search for Howler but until recently there had been no sign.

The soul/memories that Craven has kept of Howler has become active a sign that the man is back again.



Name: Howler

Age: 26 (in this life)

Gender:Male

Race: Sontaran- They resemble humans in appearance, but are physically far stronger and more durable and extremely long-lived, most become warriors or various types of fighters. They nearly immortal but can die in battle or illness. Sontarans stop growing for a period of time, this usually occurs in their 20s-30s. Periods on 'non-growth/aging' varies from Sontaran to Sontaran but on average could be for a century or so. Afterwards, their rate of aging is much slower than humans averaging aging a year for every human 3 years.

Sexuality:Gay

Bio: Howler knows nothing of his past life or Craven, but even though his physical appearance has changed a bit from the one that Craven was familiar with along with his personality, Howler has the same name. In his past and current life, Howler is still a warrior-for-hire and in both lives preferred to use spear-like weapons. He currently uses a spear.

Personality: In his past life, Howler was cocky, easy going, and was one of those type of guys that never planned or worried about tomorrow and lived day-by-day. He was carefree with some arrogance, saying he was the best spear warrior and jokingly say he was the best thing that ever happened to Craven, with a smirk or grin on his face.

In his current life, Howler is more business minded and care little else besides getting paid. Though being a bit greedy, Howler is cautious of clients and would refuse ones that were shady, too good to be true, or if it seemed like the client is hiding or withholding information about the job. Howler is sarcastic and prefers to keep relationship with people strictly business, his personal life consist of him and a bar tender, at a bar he normally goes to, that gives him information and conversation. Other than that he's kinda anti-social probably due to some of his former 'friends' tried to take a shot at him. Howler surprisingly gotten over those betrayals, with help of alcohol, but he keeps his circle very small. Howler still has that bit of arrogance from his former life with his saying 'You'll find no one better than me,' when clients are questionable of hiring him but he gets easily annoyed.

Things were same old, same old inside a small, run down office located inside of an alley. The small office had a large wooden desk that the finish came off long ago and had large scratches on it from being treated as a knife holder. Papers were all over the dark room in either in a city of stacks or in packs of singles on the floor, desk, or the broken down couch that had a few springs popping out of it. This was Howler's office where clients come in, offer him a job, and all of the other crap. As usual, there's only been a few clients that came in and offer Howler a job. So all of them offered something that was far below his abilities, he does have SOME standards when it comes to difficulty of jobs, or they offered too little reward for the job. Besides their brief visits, the place was quite.

Howler had his black biker boots prompted onto the desk and leaning back in his seat, fiddling with a knife. Yes, he uses his spear on jobs but knives do come in handy once a while like when you're bored and have nothing to do. The tossing and catching of the knife stopped when the door opened to reveal an man in a trench coat and had his face hidden with a hat. It wasn't an odd site for the fighter-for-hire, some clients that don't want a temporary body guard hide their appearance when meeting with Howler. "What's the job?" Howler asked getting straight to the point. He always did find it annoying when clients trying to chat him up before getting to the job.

The man simply chuckled and placed a picture of a castle in front of Howler's feet were promoted. Making Howler stop using the desk as a foot rest and sit up in his chair to hold the picture to look at it. "I think you got the wrong place, I'm not a real estate agent."

"No I came to the right place, I need you to 'remove' the current owner of the castle. You see, my ancestor was the one that built it and my clan lived in it until a Elemental decided to attack us and claim it for himself centuries ago. I simply want to get back what is rightfully mine and my family's plus I do hold a.... more of a personal grudge against him. Though I'm not sure a youngster like you could handle someone like him." The man explained and then told the amount of money Howler would receive if the Elemental was killed.

"You'll find no one better than me," Howler answered, agreeing to the terms.

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After stopping by his usual bar and getting some additional information on his new target from Lance, Howler wasn't too off from the castle and was checking the perimeter. It seemed like the client's information was more or less accurate of what Lance had to say. Apparently, the Elemental was called Craven and he had been living in the castle for centuries with his pet crow. Other than that, there wasn't much about him sine he rarely goes out. Though Lance did mention there were a few rumors about corpses of missing men appearing not far from the castle.

That was all Howler had to go on, much to his dismay but he did have even less information on older jobs. Strangely with targets being over a century old. One would think there would be more and more information about someone the longer they lived, that was never the case in Howler's experience. After circling the castle twice, Howler decided to go through a small open window that lead into the cellar and worked his way up to the main floor level. Guess with crossed fingers that's where he'll meet this Craven guy.

((EDIT: Apparently, my fingers wanted to type same when I wanted small lol))

Howler's quite footsteps were the only sound in the empty stone hallway. From what he seen, the castle looked no one lived here. It gave off a cold and hollow feeling unlike some other past targets that lived in their cozy and over decorated mansions and castles. "This place is starting to give me the creeps, better find that Craven guy and get this job over with," he mumbled to himself.

Sure enough, moments after Howler spoke a new pair of hurried footsteps clicked and clanked against the stone floor. Howler had enough time to silently sneaked into a room and left the door crack open just big enough to swiftly attack Craven with his spear. It took a few moments for the target to come into the small view of the cracked door. Craven was liked the client had described along with a few details from the rumors that Lance told him about from he could tell from his narrow view. The man looked like he was looking for something, or someone, and had a glowing white orb in his hand that glowed too bright for Howler to look directly at it.

Well, with conforming the target. Howler got to work with his spear shooting from the cracked door and making contact with the Elemental's shoulder. After piercing his target, Howlers with drew his weapon and completely opened the door to reveal him holding his spear, ready to strike again.

Craven

Craven had gone towards the open room and realized his mistake the moment he felt the stabing pain of metal in his shoulder. He cursed and drew the shadows around him before turning to face his attacker. It was clear that this was his Howler and without much thought he spoke. "Howler... you've returned to me.... I've waited centuries for you...." Holding his shoulder he smirked. "Still a spear for hire I see, how much you get to kill me? Your soul mate?"

Within moments of speaking this Craven used the orb on Howler knowing that he was the only other person that could safely touch it and hoped it would stir some memories in the other. If not, well he could always take his time to remind the mercinary why they were lovers...

Craven sighs as Howler ends up passing out before magicaly picking the man up and taking him back to their shared bedroom, or what had been their room.

Setting Howler down as gently as he could he looked at the sleeping man and couldnt help but find this new form of his lover attractive as well. Oh how he wanted to do more than just watch him sleep.

"What are you seeing now my love? I have waited for you for so long..." Without meaning to do so he leaned down closer to the man causing his lips to lightly brush against the others. With that slight contact he felt a jolt go through him and wanted to do so much more but would wait for Howler to awaken. He couldnt force his lover to accept him it would make Howler hate him.

(love the siggys >.<)

Craven landed on the ground startled by the punch. He hadn't expected Howler to actually hit him... but then again he hadn't expected the man to wake so soon either. Now... what would his lover do with his now returning memories.

"So... what did you see Howler.... Anything interesting?" Appearntly he didn't remember the two were lovers... Or his jaw wouldnt be hurting right now. Figures, he usually had the worst luck when it came to things like that.

"You know... that ball was your memories from a past life... Only you or I could touch the orb without dying... Which only proves you are the one I have been searching for this entire time. Of course... Until you remember who you are, I cannot let you leave, so you might as well get comfortable.... Oh, and your spear... Ill return it to you once you wont try and kill me with it."

Craven did however make the spear the man is Howler's memory was holding appear. Maybe the touch of it in his hands would awaken another memory. Craven could only hope.

((its okay dont worry about it my friend))

Craven let out a sigh as he listened to what the man had been saying. It seemed that it would take far longer for Howler to remember him than he would have liked. Why did he have to die so early in his past life?

"Oh but Im not crazy Howler. You would have died if you were not the one the soul could bind with. Seeing as your not actually dead, shows me that you are my Howler that I have been waiting for. Its even more interesting that you have the same name as my old lover. As for killing me..... If that is truly what you want.... I wont stop you a second time." Craven let Howler take the spear and waited for the man to make a move.