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Anthro's Name: Drake Astaliare
Breed: Feline (Panther)
Type: Seme/Uke
Description:
Height - 5'9"
Weight - 125 lbs
Clothes/Hair/Eyes/Accessories: Reference Picture His hair is a bit longer than in the picture. About...to his shoulders. And his eyes are actually a deeper red. mad d
Other: A lot of his past is shrouded in mystery, as he cannot remember most of it. Generally, he is a kind-hearted person, although quite distant with many fears. His greatest fear is his secret...the fact that he is a werepanther. It is something he perfers to keep hidden from most, if not all, for those that have ever found out have simply 'disappeared' out of his life. Although he has attempted to come up with many excuses, it all remained the same: he was alone.

Still a kind-hearted and very forgiving person, he was not one to hold a grudge. He knew he could not change who he was, and even if he could, he would not change who he was to simply 'fit in.' Drake one day found a small japanese boy, though he looked as far from japanese as an indian did. The child's name was Kaito Souta, and he was a run away. After the child had very hastily explained everything, he was pleased to take him in under his wing. As Kaito grew older, he informed him that he needed a more American name, and therefore named him Kyle.

Kyle grew, as all children tend to do, and eventually Drake confided in his friend and told him, even showed him, of his secret. Although, for once, he had found someone who would not disappear from his life. Kyle had simply laughed, hugged him, and chipperly told him that a 'little thing' like that was not enough to scare him away. Completely relieved, Drake took very good care of Kyle, raising him most properly, and treating him better than any other was capable of.

But Drake had more secrets...secrets not even he could remember. Gradually, old memories that were supressed came forth, but during his sleep which gave Drake a very hard time in seperating reality from fantasy. Were these things simply dreams and nightmares? Was that truely who he was? Unable to answer the questions himself, Drake simply shoved them aside, like with most things in his life, and concentrated on Kyle and a lovely little boy named Jeannot Augustin.

Being in France for that visit only intensified those dreams, giving him absolute proof that they were memories of his past. He was remembering, and it was nothing he had ever desired to remember again. Pain he had once supressed coming forth, getting the years of dust blown off of them. Once again, Drake felt alone. Very alone, for not even Kyle would believe the things he said, what he told him of his memories that suddenly erupted. Believing that France had been the cause of a past he tried so hard to forget, Kyle agreed to stay away for two years before they returned simply for Kyle and Jeannot's sake.

Drake learned to keep quiet about his memories, and he learned to control some of his quirks, but not all. Most of his quirks are contained within his fears which carries a whole new meaning of the word 'control,' because to control those quirks would mean conquering his fears, and that was just one of many things that Drake was not ready for. How could he conquer the fear that all those nightmares were truely real? That he had really been bitten, that he had really been the cause for his families deaths. How could he ever conquer the guilt that he had killed his own sister, his own parents, and his own fiance, Angelishia? No...those were things he learned to suppress once more, with the bigger fear of knowing that he would one day soon have to reopen those old books in his mind to learn more about himself...about what he had done, what he had become, and learn that regret was just one of many things to come..