Abraham is a potter. He creates beautiful works of art from all aspects of the field, and loves doing so. He puts his paws together and makes pots, sculptures, and large statues from mixed clay and dirt- dragged from the soil itself. Some would almost say he's a little obsessed with it- or at least the ones who know him. He really used to be a nice kalon- one who didn't seem to have one bad opinion about anything in him, nor any harmful words. But it's the people who were able to catch him who knew so. You see, Abraham doesn't leave his home, which is the difference between him, and the rest of the inhabitants of his city. The shack located at the edge of town is just about all the kalon knows. He spends most nights, and some days to work on his pieces of art, with close to no rest in between. If he isn't working on something, he can usually be found asleep either in his bed, or still in front of a piece of clay. He doesn't have many friends, due to his absence in the real world, as well as his rotten attitude. The only time the kalon will leave his little sanctuary of plants and clay is when he needs to fix something- maybe a broken pottery wheel or a repair of his home. In terms of this, all of Abraham's tools of the trade is delivered to his home when needed, in a sneaky exchange for a couple pieces of pottery.
As his age increases, and his talents improve, Abraham has become a quite well known figure in the country, and has made a nice place for the rest of his family to stay.
He used to be quite the nice guy in fact, and he was known for more than just his talent in pottery. He was friendly, and had a mate, and even helped raised children. But now... he is just a shell of what he once was. He lives in the world of regrets and solemn stories of his past that haunt him every day. He will see the prices from his hard work pass him as he peers through the windows of his shack, and he can see the town of Willowdale mock him. And if Willowdale mocks him, then kalon named Sivik sends blackmail. The man is rich! He has all Abraham could ever want, and to think that they were once good friends.
What is this story you ask? Well... it is a long one. If I were to explain it in detail you would end up with your body slupmed over your desk, fast asleep! So to keep your mind awake as it is at the moment, I will spare the details. Abraham and Sivik knew one another as children, with the long tailed one being spoiled (Sivik). Sivik was taught the ways of power, while Abraham learned the ways of the streets, and how to improved on his own unique talents. The two young kalons still seemed to be friends when this fact continued to spread, and become more crystal clear. They were even very close- or at least as two differently raised boys could be. They would sit under the large tree towards the edge of Willowdale, and dream about starting a company together. While Abraham said it would be one to bring riches to his poor family, Sivik said it would make his bitter mother and father happy again. Both of the kalons dreamed of things they did not have. And this dream did not go away, oh no. Even with their different backgrounds, they both yearned for that thing that they did not yet have, and could feel within their reach. In order to make this ingenious plan, they needed money. What's that? Well, Sivik was born into a rich family, yes, but his father was in control of all of these said riches. His father was very mean, but provided nothing for his son besides the skills to build his own empire from nothing. This meant that the two friends would have to raise their own money, with Abraham doing most of it. He quiet dearly wanted to make his family rich, so his children would not have to live the life he did. He would work for dirty jobs in Willowdale, and sometimes would even work in other places, including Thorren Pass. Abraham even spent years of his life doing this. But it was worth it- or so the mid-aged Abraham thought. He worked up what he could, and came to Sivik one day with a large bag of gold coins! They'd done it! The two rejoiced in all through the winter night, knowing that the following spring would be when their dream would come true.
And when the spring came, they started with a large building, stocked full of the required materials for a specific breed of mail service. It actually was quite a success, more to Abraham's surprise, than his friend. Money had piled in for the first year of their business, and Willowdale for once was happy with the new business. It ended quickly after that, though. Because slowly, Sivik was taking more than his fair share of the money. Every month, Abraham would see one less gold coin in his paycheck, and one more in the long-tailed kalon's. He couldn't believe it at first! My best friend- Sivik- taking my money! I had spent years on this place- it is even more mine than his! Abraham even came to Sivik with this, and he ended up being shoved out his own company door. Sivik had taken over... right under Abraham's nose...
he cried himself to sleep that night, and many days after that.
What an evil man.
That was five years ago, and Abraham is still bitter. Every morning he scowls at the town that was supposed to be under his paw, but is now his long lost friend's. Sivik had even demolished the company soon after he had enough money, and Abe watched from his shack window as smoke rose from the center of Willowdale. He hated him. He watched as Sivik's money weaseled him into many other companies, and eventually took them over with his father's name.
As his age increases, and his talents improve, Abraham has become a quite well known figure in the country, and has made a nice place for the rest of his family to stay.
He used to be quite the nice guy in fact, and he was known for more than just his talent in pottery. He was friendly, and had a mate, and even helped raised children. But now... he is just a shell of what he once was. He lives in the world of regrets and solemn stories of his past that haunt him every day. He will see the prices from his hard work pass him as he peers through the windows of his shack, and he can see the town of Willowdale mock him. And if Willowdale mocks him, then kalon named Sivik sends blackmail. The man is rich! He has all Abraham could ever want, and to think that they were once good friends.
What is this story you ask? Well... it is a long one. If I were to explain it in detail you would end up with your body slupmed over your desk, fast asleep! So to keep your mind awake as it is at the moment, I will spare the details. Abraham and Sivik knew one another as children, with the long tailed one being spoiled (Sivik). Sivik was taught the ways of power, while Abraham learned the ways of the streets, and how to improved on his own unique talents. The two young kalons still seemed to be friends when this fact continued to spread, and become more crystal clear. They were even very close- or at least as two differently raised boys could be. They would sit under the large tree towards the edge of Willowdale, and dream about starting a company together. While Abraham said it would be one to bring riches to his poor family, Sivik said it would make his bitter mother and father happy again. Both of the kalons dreamed of things they did not have. And this dream did not go away, oh no. Even with their different backgrounds, they both yearned for that thing that they did not yet have, and could feel within their reach. In order to make this ingenious plan, they needed money. What's that? Well, Sivik was born into a rich family, yes, but his father was in control of all of these said riches. His father was very mean, but provided nothing for his son besides the skills to build his own empire from nothing. This meant that the two friends would have to raise their own money, with Abraham doing most of it. He quiet dearly wanted to make his family rich, so his children would not have to live the life he did. He would work for dirty jobs in Willowdale, and sometimes would even work in other places, including Thorren Pass. Abraham even spent years of his life doing this. But it was worth it- or so the mid-aged Abraham thought. He worked up what he could, and came to Sivik one day with a large bag of gold coins! They'd done it! The two rejoiced in all through the winter night, knowing that the following spring would be when their dream would come true.
And when the spring came, they started with a large building, stocked full of the required materials for a specific breed of mail service. It actually was quite a success, more to Abraham's surprise, than his friend. Money had piled in for the first year of their business, and Willowdale for once was happy with the new business. It ended quickly after that, though. Because slowly, Sivik was taking more than his fair share of the money. Every month, Abraham would see one less gold coin in his paycheck, and one more in the long-tailed kalon's. He couldn't believe it at first! My best friend- Sivik- taking my money! I had spent years on this place- it is even more mine than his! Abraham even came to Sivik with this, and he ended up being shoved out his own company door. Sivik had taken over... right under Abraham's nose...
he cried himself to sleep that night, and many days after that.
What an evil man.
That was five years ago, and Abraham is still bitter. Every morning he scowls at the town that was supposed to be under his paw, but is now his long lost friend's. Sivik had even demolished the company soon after he had enough money, and Abe watched from his shack window as smoke rose from the center of Willowdale. He hated him. He watched as Sivik's money weaseled him into many other companies, and eventually took them over with his father's name.
loves growing plants | unnaturally warm nose and paw pads | is recently moved from across the long sea, and has a more morden accent | dislikes the touch of everything really soft, such as a rose petal or recently washed and brushed fur (except for clay) | talks to himself while working (wheel throwing or sculpting) | talks to his pieces | doesn't like reading books | dispises the world around him