lonely_mountain

As of 5:38 PM, EST, Crazy Bear McCreek is no longer in contact, and no where to be found.

On an OOC note, thank you for the good RP you gave me.  I don't feel the Mage venue has what I am looking for as a player, and I am pulling the PC from the larger game.

Thanks again.

Patrick

1. On your livejournal, list in order from most recent, any character you have roleplayed as in the last two months. (if your memory is hazy then just list randomly.)
2. Include the game you played them in and when you last played them.
3. People can then comment asking one question general enough for anyone to answer it.
4. You then reply with the answers each character listed would give.
5. People can ask multiple questions if they wish.
6. No giving away characters deep dark secrets. These are answers your characters would give. They could lie if put on the spot.


1. Crazy Bear Thrysus Arrow(Cam IRC, IRT Mage, Anglesey mage, Northern Winds mage, 4 Winds mage, DC Mage, Private Scenage, let's face it, I am practically hardwired to IRC at this point...)
2. Roderick Maxwell Stahl Invictus Ganrgel (IRC, Local Cam Game, Private Scenes, Email)
3. Blackjack Bone Shadow Irraka (IRC, Private Scenes)

have at thee.

Something to read while I work on things that occured this week..these are two seperate Backgrounds used in Bear's Application for his Age, and for Predators innocence.  I hope you guys enjoy!

Because

fire_and_fate  did it, here I go. GO PUT STUFF ON MY WIKI... http://magetheawakening.org/index.php/Crazy_Bear  yeah, you.

She handed him 5 leather bound journals, the pages filled with everything she had seen.

 

Taking them in hand, he ran his fingers along the cover of the top edition, staring at the stack intently…

 

For those keeping track at home, Morgen is one of Bears kids.

Add her to the list.

5 year old Earle walked the wooded path beside his father.

Buford was a big old handsome man, the hero of Earle's life.  And Little Earle, his firstborn, was his sidekick.  Even if the little boy tlaked so much he scared off all the game on the Mountain...

"I heard you and Davey arguin' last night, lad.  Mind telling me what that was about?" Davey was Earle's younger brother.

"Oh, it's nothin.  I done told him I'd take him fishin, but I done forgot to take him."

Buford looked down at the little man beside him, he grabbed the boy by his arm, lifted him up and swatted his hind end a few times..."We keep our word in this family!  A promise made is a promise kept!"

Earle's eyes welled up in tears as his father spanked him... "B-but..I forgot!"

The big burly Irishman looked at his son for a long moment..

"That, son, is no excuse.  Even if you forget, you still made that promise!  Now, stop your cryin, before I give you somethign to *really* cry about!"

Bear sat on the porch of his home on Lonely Mountain.  He could see he and his father returning from their walk that day, he was still rubbing his hind end, drying the tears from his eyes.  

It was like it only happened yesterday.

Sadly, Yesterday itself was truly meaningless to Bear.  According to his 'friends' and 'family' "Yeasterday" saw him running around like a wild animal.

And, now, here he was.  His 'fiancee' asleep in the cabin.  His 'daughter' asleep in another room.   And his best friend god only knows where.

A fiancee.  A beautiful woman, young, smart, delicate.  Verdhandi.  He smiled as he brought the image of her, the feel of thier 'first' kiss from earlier that night, into his mind.

I promised to marry her...did I promise to be faithful, too?  Folks make it seem like I did...

Lighting a cigarette, he looked up at the Moon, the sacred celestial body of the Thyrsus...

What 'bout my 'cubs'?  When did I start adoptin kids?  Why did I?  What promises did I make them?

And my real kin...half of them seemed as confused as I was about this...except Phoenix and Olivia...no one else seemed to even know...

He watched the dark cloud drift over the Moon's face, he pulled the old fur blanket around himself...

They're expectin a man who don't exist yet...'Crazy Bear', the name Lazarus called me when I got 'frightful'.  He wasn't a nice man...he's a killer...a womanizer...a thief...

Why do they all love him?

At this point, we are just trying to stem the tide.

Just trying to stop the bleeding.

They've tried to take the city.  Put up a huge fight for this little chunk of soil and steel.  I wonder if any of it is worth it at all.

Of course it is, it's my home.  I grew up here, I plan on dying here.

The local concillium doesn't seem content with letting me be up here all by my lonesome, letting me live out my life with my woman and my son.  Nor were the Seers, actually.  They are the reason I got involved in the end.

More than anything, this is a note for you, Bear.  This is a reminder.  I'll tuck this away for you to find later, to jog your brain when time comes.

In one hour, the rest of the '10' are coming.  The plan to construct the barrier will, hopefully, keep the Seer's from gathering re-enforcements, so we can clear them out of the city.  The ritual will take hours.

Inside your head are secrets, keys to doors and locks that the '10' are going to need when this war here is finished.  The plan is for one of them to tuck them away inside your mind, so no one, especially the seers, can get at them, and so we can use them when we need to.

We volunteered for this, Bear.

I don't know what the future will hold for us.  I am not sure what, exactly, this will do to you.  Part of us, though, will be gone from you for a while.  Don't worry, I will be back when the time comes.

I am tearing this page out, and tucking it somewhere safe.

I hope we never are reuinited.  Those would be desperate times indeed.

Cletus "Crow Bear" McCreek

The following are passages taken from the personal journal of Cletus McCreek, AKA Crazy Bear from the week of 10/2-10/0 2006.


October 3, 2006

I began keeping this thing god knows how long ago.  The good Captain had my start my first when I was a boy.  On and off, over the years, I've started, and stopped, and started again.

Nowadays, it's usually when I meet someone new and special.

Zibah is here, she's staying with me for the week.  Nice girl, good head on her shoulders, and a kind heart.  I think she has the impression I think she's soft, or naieve, or something along those lines.

To tell the truth, I don't understand her, really.  Not suprising, though.

She's female, and while we know I have known more than my fair share of them, I don't understand them one bit.  It also could be that she's just naturally bright and intelligent, something I find lacking in most Awakened these days.  She's a damned sight smarter than I am, that's for sure.  Not just book smart, either, she thinks quick, and has a good measure of common sense.

But, she's a great woman.  I can see her doing great things for us all.

She's just a bit unsure, but she's getting there.  I'd like to think I've helped her some, but I know I haven't.  I probably just confuse her even more.  I know my age doesn't make any sense to her, and I am sure my general disposition and usual demeanor is probably difficult for her to relate to.

Of course, I could be full of shit here, too.

Been feeling odd lately.  can't put my finger on it, but just...not right.



October 5, 2006

She's happy, and for that I am glad.  To see her swimming each morning is a joy, she really looks alive and radiant.  It's something she needed, desperately.  Glad I could help there.

We spend a good deal of time just talking at night.  She curls up in the old fur I got a few years back, sits by the fire, and unwinds, and we talk.

Her impending pregancy took me for a loop, though.  Wasn't too long back I examined her and discovered she was barren.  Didn't make sense for a woman so young, but it did seem menopause had set in.  And there was nothing we could do for her.

Now, I am happy to see the spirits willing to give her this gift, but the asking price is a bit high for my tastes.

Although, it's nowhere I haven't been personally.  Many times.  Especially of late.

The headaches I told you about yesterday got a bit worse today.  Maybe I should join her for a swim, might help me out.

Or, maybe I could stop running around so much.  Getting too old for it.



October 5, 2006

Heads killing me today.

Not sure what is going on.  I been short with everyone, or so I been told.

I don't even notice it when I do it.  Truly, it frightens me.  Doc hasn't seen it yet, I don't think.  Maybe she senses it, she does seem to be a bit shy around me tonight.

Going for a walk, I'll fill more space later.

Hell...I did it again.  This time to Zibeh.

I also yelled at Calb, Bell, and Liv, and a whole bunch of folks on the cmoputer.

I feel bad about Zib, Bel and Liv, though.  Caleb needs some discipline.  And to toughen up some.

Zibah and I talked a bit, not much.  She thinks I am sleep now.

My head is spiltting.  I know physically there aint' nothing wrong with me.  But there is.  I looked at some old photo's today.  The 1930s.  Me and another red man, I feel like I should know him.  There are lot's of photo's of us...but I have no clue who he is.  There's a few of us in what look like army uniforms in the 40's.  More recent ones of him and me with Serenity, my forme r student.  Same man, native american, maybe in his 20's, long black  feathered hair.

Yet, no idea who he is.

He ain't the only one, though.  I feel liek I am falling apart at the seams.

Sleep.  Call ver in the morning.  She can help you.



october 6, 2006

sleept good.  Zibah makes pancakes good for me.  I smell them.

sun rises.  morning cold. 

eat now.  Zibah leave soon.

Zibah friend.

Just as a quick update, and so I have a spot to keep track of this all, here are the PC's who currently are linked to Bear as family members....

Children:

Phoenix
Johnny (UK, link not uncovered yet)
'Bear's Lesbian Daughter' (in discussion, may not ever come into play)

Grandchildren:

Ben Ikoal (Deceased)

Great Grandchildren:

Olivia Ikoal
Imperia
ED
Telemachus
Afina Blanch (deceased)
Yang (deceased)
Maryah (deceased)
Donavon Goodsby (deceased)

Others:
Diana Hunt (great grand niece)

Stil looking for others, so, if you know anyone, send them my way.

Olivia looked up at Bear, her eyes streaming tears.  She was covered in the blood of the Mastigos, his throat slit, his life ebbing from him as his body shuddered it's last.  Zibah stood off to the side, watching painfully.

Liv pleaded him, silently....

Crazy Bear pulled the Colt Anaconda from under his vest...

The gun had a name...

( Olivia... )

Magda was my lover for a few short weeks when my Cabal was in Russia.

She was the daughter of a Gypsy 'King', or somesuch.  I was allowed in their camp, my cabalmates were not.  I am not entirely sure why I was, and they wasn't, but it gave me time away from Theresa, and time with Magda.

Our short love was meaningful.  I felt for her the way I felt for Namid, but it wasn't to be.  

She was always there. Always in his life. She watched over his mother and his brothers and sisters and him. They called her 'Aunt', but young Earle Jay knew there was something different about Namid, even as a boy.

The start of this Journal will be recollections of people Crazy Bear knows, loves, has loved, has lost, etc.

The first bunch will be NPC's and people who are now deceased.

Enjoy, comment!

Stout Gerrity
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