Name: Mistoffolees
Age: 15
Fursona: 1/2 panda, 1/2 human
Status: Rebel, injured
Location: place of mourning
Clothes: torn, boodly black suit and white spats on black shoes
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"Oh Juliet!" The panda cried. "Why did you have to die? Why?" It's been about two months since her death, and he has not been able to get over it. She died of a gunshot wound to the head from a human.
"When this Twighlight Rising thing happens, I'll go back and help stop this from ever happening. No one ever deserved to die like this." He told his dead spouse's grave as he held his own wound from a stabbing from a furry turned traitor.
Mistoffolees was half-breed. He never knew his human father, who probably raped his mother, but he loved his mother with all his heart, and after he found his perfect someone, he bought a brand new house. He had his mother live with him due to the current war going on to protect her.
One day, Juliet went out to hunt for some food, and was intercepted by a human who, apperently, knew Mistoffolees somehow. No one ever saw the human, but what he did changed Mistoffolees' life forever. The human shot Juliet in the head.
"Juliet! I have a gut feeling that this is the time to go." He kissed the gravestone and headed off toward the old, rusted, delodated gate of the city. There, he saw two other furries run through the gate. He started running and jumped.
"Here I come Juliet!"