"The mightiest works have been accomplished by men who have somehow kept their ability to dream great dreams." ~
Walter Russell Bowie
Username;; cyberdragon725
Name;;Theseus Von Lupine
Gender;; Male
Theme Song;;The ExitRelationships;;Best Friend of
Razcal Leon Riptide.
These two almost act like brothers they are so close. They met one day, after one of Raz's performances. Theseus, searching to discover new stories and help others achieve their dreams, met with him backstage. He asked the travel weary magician about his story. After hearing Raz's tale of loneliness and abandonment, Theseus took a great liking. Though Razcal does still travel, he often returns to Theseus, keeping that home almost as his main HQ. The two often work together now in writing and collecting the hopes, dreams, failures, and successes that become so common in a Kalon's life. Razcal meet many different Kalons on his journey and he now keeps a journal where he keeps the different stories and experiences that others have faced. Then he takes the journal and gives it to Theseus who eventually publishes them in a book.Theseus really helped pull Razcal's life around. He's help his normally melancholy and depressed friend gain a bit more hope in the world and it's inhabitants.
what are their dreams?Dreams. What are dreams? Are they ideas for the future? Things that could be, yet may not be? Is a dream even possioble to fullfill? There are so many variables in life that could cause even the most complex dream to change within a single second. Many others have experienced this in the past. There are few who can dream the same dream for the entirety of their life. Aside from those few, you have those who cling to each dream only to have them ripped from their paws as they face the harshness of reality. Next you have those whose lives seem to fall in perfect harmony. All the events and aspects of their days fall into balanced equilibrium, allowing dream after dream to come true. Then you have those with a small mixture of both. Finally, you have those that dream them all. Hopes and dreams of all kind, brewing and bubbling inside of him until he can harness those dreams and fulfill them in a world of his creation. A place where all his dreams, and those of so many others, can finally come true. You see, Lazther has many dreams. Some are impossible. Others improbable. Yet others so near to reality that it would appear he could stretch out his tounge and taste it. He fulfills every single one of them, no matter how insane they are, through a world of infinite possibilities. He is an author. It is what he has always done.
He is saddened though. So many are left with dreams unfulfilled. Broken pieces of 'what if's' and 'what could have been'. While he has a way to bring his dreams to life and live out his days as a writer and creator, there are so many others who can not. Dreams are such a fragile thing. Much like they seasons, they are here as one thing and then they change into something else before you have a chance to even fulfill the dream had previously. Each individual and unique dream, lost to the passage of time, much like a snowflake too early for its season. So then comes the big question. What is Lazther's true dream? What is the one thing he wants more than anything in the world? It's simple really. He wants to fulfill the dreams of others. This world we live in always pushes down dreamers. He wants to support them. For dreams impossible, he wants to build them a world where it is. He does this in the way that he always has. Writing, creating, and nurturing the dreams and hopes of those around him. Telling the story of those lives held so dear. This is Lazther's dream and soon, it will be his reality.
A poem by yours truly...The BeaverOur story begins in a land of river,
Where a surface ripples as the waves did shiver.
The river flowed in with the light of the moon,
As a chorus of crickets sang out a sweet tune.
The fish swam happy, wild, and free,
As the wise old owl flew over to see,
For a strange new neighbor had just come,
And he swam through the water with a quiet hum.
He started to work as fast as he could,
Be finished by dawn, he thought he would.
The sun rose swiftly as all fell into place,
And a large grin shown on the Beaver's face.
The water flowed in, a pond it did make,
Until this small pond grew into a lake.
With the lake now full the Beaver arose,
For there was work to be done for the house he chose,
He gathered together sticks, logs, and mud,
but stopped as he saw a small flower did bud.
He thought of the flower, small roots and all,
And imagined the day when it would grown tall.
As tall as a tree reaching into the sky,
As high as a bird, how his thoughts did fly!
Over green prairies and past the blue sea,
Then past the great mountains, His dreams were now free!
And as soon as is started, he was pulled back,
Back to his work and his wood in a stack.
He Loaded his gear and with dreams fresh in mind,
He set back to work, with success left to find.
The beaver returned back to the lake,
And after that small break he did take,
He worked all day under the beating Sun,
For a dreamer's work is never done.