Johan Libra

Johan Libra

Elodoth Ghost Wolves

Played by LordHarley (Inactive)

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Libra is an average, but intriguing and with a deep and keen look, 20 years old person and 6 feet 1 inch tall. His body doesn't look like to have its weight (about 97Kg) despite being a little stout and athletic. He is a multiethnic brazilian with light brown eyes and native straight long hair, which often he uses as a single long pigtail.

On Urhan, he isn´t like one of his home land. However, he looks to have a hybrid fur, with short jet black and longer light brown. His yellow eyes retain his Hishu look, as well as, pro rata, his size.

Biography

Mortal Days

The history of the puppy starts without any name upon him. A baby was found at the gates of a shelter in Rio Grande do Sul, a state in southern Brazil. As a pauper, was created in an orphanage of nuns. Was given to him the name Johan Sebastian by the German nun who guarded him. Grew up in a pseudo-religious world, between marginality of their condition and cold dogmatism of the institution. He was a common child who loved sports, sociable, but quiet in your corner. Perhaps he avoided the problems standing alone with himself.

At 12 years old was adopted, which is very rare to happen at that age, by a 40 years old woman from Rio de Janeiro. There he was introduced in another world: broader and different, however, with more conflicts and problems. Didn't feel at home in no time, even his mother was a little strange to him, didn't fit completely in any group of colleagues and used to walk down the street smelling always a stink of a new place. Under that peel of a normal boy was cultivating within himself a restlessness and a profound longing: his libido exploded inside the body, the passions burned stronger, the food looked more tasty, the perfume more perfumed, the emotions of people sharper, moonlight more attractive, the physical activities more exciting and etc. So was plunging hidden within his mind with an almost addicted will about each feeling and sensation. Perhaps like an escape valve from something wrong in their life that he not used to know.

From 12 to 14 years he lived in this storm. Was getting fatter, moving away from classes, wandering through the night, drugs and luxury. Increasingly strayed from others around them. Even his mother didn´t stay at home because of his work. For the first time, was moving away from the social coexistence.

As a natural effect, the popular and "bad boys" of their school did start to bully him. He didn't give much importance, but when they began to actually hurt him was the first time he saw anger inside him. It came so strong that he didn't stop it, he even enjoyed: was a new and more powerful addiction in his life. But something has prevented his desire from satisfy his anger. Perhaps knew, in her unconscious, that if they did would end with that feeling inside him. Coincidentally that was the same day of the party of the girl of his passions and desires. It would be a party in an unsheltered place away from the city downtown. He spent the rest of the day lying and contemplating the ceiling of their room while feeding his anger, expectations and wishes on her chest. When it came in place of the party, the Full Moon seemed that would burn him alive. The glow of sensations grew in his heart. Came walking slowly facing everyone who looked back, but they were indifferent, frightened or sarcastic. The same bullies were at the party and soon began to laugh at Johan when they saw him. It was a trigger. His view became red. Ran like a monster toward the boys, who pretended to not be scared. Were four against one, despite the fact the Johan was slightly bigger and much fatter. However, Johan passed over them like a monster of fury. Were beaten. The owner of the party, already a bit frightened and high, quite nervous by her party becoming a fiasco, jumped on the young enraged, trying to stop him, while the rest of the people stayed frightened. He would satisfy his desires right there. However, when he looked at the bottom of her eyes, the only thing he saw was himself. Everything collapsed in his conscience, like waking from a dream. Stood up and ran out.

Woke up at morrow like from a dream. The first thing he thought was that those things had not actually happened, but soon realized otherwise. Their mind travelled within itself during the whole day in which stayed locked in the room. The next day, opened the door in the morning and returned to the world normally. Didn't look like the same person. Further returned to the school and social life normally. Developed an interest on science and philosophy. Began to "read" the world, and mostly the people, with different and keen eyes. In each situation looked at each other and inside him trying to find answers. Spent his time trying to decipher their life to something that didn't know right what yet. Didn't leave his room more at night nor opened the window to see the Moon, because he knew that these situations would start strange and powerful feelings. Gone direct from classroom to his home, where he started to develop meditation and martial arts alone, on specifically no type. His body became like one of a young MMA fighter. He grew his emotional-bodily control at a level that even some colleagues thought ascetic for a teenager.

First Change

Thus lived up to its 18 years. Came the day that he had graduated. His adoptive mother especially had come back from her travel to see him. Had combined to have a dinner at home together for killing the miss. So, even very reluctant, left through the night to buy a few things at the request of his mother. Felt the Moonlight after a long time. The night seemed different from what he remembered. On the way, he noticed that it seemed that some shadows seemed to follow him. The wind seemed to want to say something. Something seemed to be hidden behind people's faces. He presaged something, and the world around him seemed to presage as well. When he returned, he found the lock of the door broken. The interior of the house was all fallen in darkness. Only the light of the Half-Moon entered through the window. And it was then that he saw the shade of something. Behind the sofa a disfigured man buggered the bottom half of the body of his mother. The first sensation after scare and confusion was discrediting himself. It couldn't really be happening. He did not utter any sound. Only stayed looking. But the attacker just realized his presence. Without caring with anything, shot a few times on his abdomen and continued to do what he was doing. The pain was immense, but he also seemed to want to discredit it. Fell on her knees, was dying out. His mind went into daydreams and suddenly his lifetime came to the imagination. Everything, strangely and without logic, now seemed to make sense. His perception of the world distorted and evanesced while only the radiant and splendorous heat of the ray of Moonlight burned his face and increasingly showed clearly that feeling inside him. His breathing became stronger while his vision became trembled.

Johan woke up. Opened their eyes to make sure he was actually awake. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was a distorted image of thug looking frightened to him. Frightened himself thereafter he realize that was in his room with the all dirty walls of blood. It wasn't just that. The attacker's head disfigured the previous day was at her bedside. Sat quickly on his bed trying to understand what is happening and saw a sitting Wolf looking to him. The Wolf Howls out for him and, somehow that he can't explain, understands what animal is saying: “... Greetings, son of the Half-moon ... "

The Herald of Balance

The young Uratha was then presented to what he belong. Was a descendant of Urfarah, a guardian Hunter of the frontier between the spiritual world and the physical world. Was a werewolf. Everything now seems to make sense in his life. A pack of Urathas, for having discovered him, welcomed him. Was being taught by them on their nature and about the real world that lurked behind the shadows of the night. It was when nicknamed him Libra, the herald of balance, due to its insight, discernment, meditative and self-control capacity notable for a youngster. Johan Libra became his true name. But still lacked something. The destiny of his Auspice was deeper and philosophical. Still existed paths that he needed to take and choose. His future tribe was one of them. But he couldn't choose. He did not reject his nature, although still quite connect to their human values for being a beginner Uratha, nor ran away from something. His question was denser: he felt part of each tribe, while of none at the same time. The ancients told that if he chose the path of lone Wolf would never completely be part of the tribes of the Moon, never fit completely, it would raise more stones in his path and become a ghost of himself, a Ghost Wolf. His mind, even through confusing and vague, staggered in decision, but at the same time, seemed to understand unconsciously that it was his way. And it was his choice. While with the elders, learned their spiritual gifts in the spiritual world and more about Urathas. But it was only as far as he was welcomed. An elder Cahalith Iron Master, had a vision with the resting place of Flame of Man and, discovering where his grave was, conveniently with the fact of not wanting to be charged and to welcome Ghost Wolf Urathas in the midst of them, commanded the young Elodoth to live in Sacramento. He didn´t explain his reasons to Libra, just said that one day would return to speak to him.

Renown

• Honor: 1
• Wisdom: 1
• Purity: 1