
Username//
booklover789
Name//
Edgar
Gender//
Male
Leg//
On the fourth day of May, Edgar went to his favorite band's concert - Thousand Foot Krutch - and bought the necklace. He was ecstatic. The three-hour concert went by without a hitch, and afterwards, he even got to flag one of the members down and get his autograph. Everything seemed to be going very well. Edgar couldn't believe his good luck - most of his life had been rough, growing up on the streets without any family to take care of him.
He had lived a really hard life, just trying to get by day by day. Being homeless was no picnic. Music was the one thing that had always helped him cope - someone had given him an iPod with rechargeable batteries (one of the reeeealy old ones), and he later was able to scrounge up enough spare change to buy a really cheap pair of earbuds. After that point, Edgar was more easily able to get through the days that he had to live alone. He did his best to find work, and once he'd done so, he was able to pay back the kind wolf who'd bought him the iPod, buy a new iPod, get a laptop with internet access, and actually live a decent life in an extremely cheap apartment. He was living a good life - not great, by any means, what with his suffering from depression, but it was still a good life...a much better life than the one he had lived.
The concert was fabulous, and he was actually feeling happy, singing along a few of the anthems as he exited the building. He sighed happily as he rounded the corner, holding the CDs he'd bought in his paws. He suddenly froze. Directly in front of him was a shady-looking wolf. Under the flickering light of the streetlamp, Edgar found he couldn't trust the elder. With a shifty gaze, he turned around and started to go back the way he'd come...
But it was too late.
The other wolf had spotted him, and with a swift movement, pulled out a gun, aimed it for Edgar, and fired.
Edgar's life was never the same after that.
After being rushed to the hospital, Edgar found out that the wolf had been apprehended and thrown in jail, never to come out again. Edgar's entire leg had to be amputated, thanks to the bullet being laced with some chemical that he'd had a horrible reaction to. The doctors had to give him a metallic prosthetic leg so he could still move around, but he didn't enjoy having to go through physical therapy. He became recluse in the hospital, having no one to visit him or help him through the pain other than the nurses and doctors, and he sort of just...caved in on himself. He swore to never speak again. He thus wears the ribbon 'round his muzzle to remind others to not try to coax speech out of him. He blames the entire situation on himself and his foolish choice to take that path home that day - he thinks that, if only he hadn't sung and hummed along, he wouldn't have been put into that situation. The shooter wouldn't have even noticed him, had he not made any noise! Edgar still listens to Thousand Foot Krutch, but his enjoyment of them has diminished since the accident.
Eyes// He has sectoral heterochromia. His right eye is
green with a smudge of dark brown in the lower corner, and his left eye is
brown with about one-third of it appearing to be a lighter shade of brown close to copper.
