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Created on 2019-04-03 19:30:57 (#3509080), last updated 2019-04-09 (323 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Paw {Paul Ambrose} |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | Mar 26 |
His story has been told before: a wild power with sins on his soul and a one way ticket to Hell. Satan, in his his haste to claim a soldier beyond rival, had him tortured to win a new demon, as is the custom. It's a simple process: a soul with power is set upon and tormented by Satan's soldiers, or merely turned loose in Hell's worst corners and monitored until he trades away all that made him human, allowing darkness to claim and warp the magic that remained.
This was the story--but it was not the Lord of the Vale at its core.
By the standard of the dead, Paul Ambrose was a young man: a simple farmer hoping to make his fortune on the West Coast. He was gifted at his trade beyond the telling of it, every crop he touched flourishing under the power of his magic, unbeknownst to him. It was his prosperity that hid his nature as a wild power, his unchecked magic a nourishing thing rather than a destructive force.
And so it was...until he arrived in San Francisco in 1906.
He had been warned that a country boy in the big city needed to be careful--it was the only reason he brought a gun to the late night meeting with the man looking to buy his farm. The money was his fresh start, his chance at something better than life spent tilling the land. He was content with his lot, but a man needed to aim for higher--that was the way, wasn't it?
It turned out the gun was a bad idea when he found out he'd been swindled--when he signed on the dotted line and ended up with nothing.
The great earthquake, incited by his wrath, would hide his crime in the aftermath--but nevertheless, he had taken a life in shooting the man who took everything from him. So he found himself in Hell...and so the Devil found him.
Cast into the most vicious badlands of Hell, Paul was left to be destroyed--but even in Hell, the earth obeyed him. It took decades, but eventually Paul made his escape...but not without paying a price along the way.
Now, he lives and walks among us, the simple and pure hearted farm boy replaced by a seasoned killer, branded by Hell and the realm of the living. He is known only as Paw, the man you go to see if you have nowhere else to go. Refugees of Heaven, Hell, and the Vale are welcome, as are runaway children and those running from anything, everything--pull your weight, keep the peace, and he will give you his protection.
At least, until you're no longer in danger...and danger tends to 'disappear' when Paw catches its scent.
This was the story--but it was not the Lord of the Vale at its core.
By the standard of the dead, Paul Ambrose was a young man: a simple farmer hoping to make his fortune on the West Coast. He was gifted at his trade beyond the telling of it, every crop he touched flourishing under the power of his magic, unbeknownst to him. It was his prosperity that hid his nature as a wild power, his unchecked magic a nourishing thing rather than a destructive force.
And so it was...until he arrived in San Francisco in 1906.
He had been warned that a country boy in the big city needed to be careful--it was the only reason he brought a gun to the late night meeting with the man looking to buy his farm. The money was his fresh start, his chance at something better than life spent tilling the land. He was content with his lot, but a man needed to aim for higher--that was the way, wasn't it?
It turned out the gun was a bad idea when he found out he'd been swindled--when he signed on the dotted line and ended up with nothing.
The great earthquake, incited by his wrath, would hide his crime in the aftermath--but nevertheless, he had taken a life in shooting the man who took everything from him. So he found himself in Hell...and so the Devil found him.
Cast into the most vicious badlands of Hell, Paul was left to be destroyed--but even in Hell, the earth obeyed him. It took decades, but eventually Paul made his escape...but not without paying a price along the way.
Now, he lives and walks among us, the simple and pure hearted farm boy replaced by a seasoned killer, branded by Hell and the realm of the living. He is known only as Paw, the man you go to see if you have nowhere else to go. Refugees of Heaven, Hell, and the Vale are welcome, as are runaway children and those running from anything, everything--pull your weight, keep the peace, and he will give you his protection.
At least, until you're no longer in danger...and danger tends to 'disappear' when Paw catches its scent.
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