kennel number;; 21
name;; Oberon.
This name originates in Old German and is related to the word ‘bear’, implying the bearer of the name has similar qualities of strength and nobility. In Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’, this is the name of the fairy king- who is fighting with his wife over a changeling child that Oberon wishes to raise. This argument has a detrimental effect on their natural surroundings. In other literature, he is a figure of renaissance and medieval writings.
nicknames;; Obie, Obes, Horsefly [by Caelfyn], Stickleback [again, by Caelfyn] and ‘the light one’.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have sucked up from the sea
Contagious fogs, which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents;
The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fattened with the murrain flock;
The nine men’s morris is filled up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air.
-Shakespearespecies;; Faery blessed Caucasian Ovcharka.
Caucasian Shepherd Dogs are strongly-boned, and muscular and even-tempered Molossers. The Caucasus mountains are home to one of the oldest living Molosser breeds, the Caucasian Mountain Dog. There is a great variety of types among the Caucasian dogs depending on their home region, but a single type has come to be favored in the show rings and literature, at the expense of other breed variants.
theme song;; Breath of Life- Florence and the Machine.
'I was looking for a breath of life
For a little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head say no.
To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the sight at the end
But all the choirs in my head say no.
But I would need one more touch
Another taste of heavenly rush
And I believe, I believe it so.
Who's side am I on? Who's side am I?
And although I was losing my mind
It was a call that was so sublime
But the room is so quiet.
why my heart calls to him;; Wow. Just wow. There are no words to describe how I felt when I saw Oberon. I just fell in love- there’s something magical about him, his entire design just draws me in. I could stare at him all day. I put off writing up a form as soon as he was donated, because I thought someone else would write an amazing form, and I’d have no chance in getting him. But I was completely shocked when I checked the next day, to find out he hadn’t a form yet! That decided it for me, and I knew I was being given my chance to get him. I immediately started drafting the basics about him, surprised to find the story just flowed.
what I will do for him;; If I was lucky enough to take Oberon home, I would give him a home in my character thread- the link is in my signature. He would have art, and may be roleplayed if I can find the right type. I would also be making a thread of his own- so I can store the story I will be writing about his history, the first chapter of which can be read in this form. His story will be continued, covering his journey to the Mountain of Fire, the battle against the dark, and finished with the best of my efforts. I hope to build him a fan-base, and have him well-known over CS!
insidebest friend;; Caelfyn.
good friends;; Wugui, Quinn, Finnick.
allies;; Fortress, Kate, Cassie.
mate;; Perhaps Wugui. I have plans for them to meet and become friends in his story, so it could happen.
enemies;; The Dark Ones- but it’s not hate, rather pity.
star sign;; Pisces.orientation;; Homosexual.
personality;; Oberon is one of those characters you can’t help but love. He’s awkward- painfully so. He’s the first to trip up, or make himself look stupid, but this is all part of his charm. He’s definitely a people person, loving contact and long conversations- therefore forming quite a few friendships. It’s hard to hate Oberon, due to his contagious smiles and the happiness he brings to places. People have said they feel better by simply being in his presence- he certainly lives up to his nickname of ‘the light one’. He’s gentle, but not to the point where he refuses to fight- because he will. Oberon tends to overthink things, and therefore is prone to excessive worrying- if he thinks danger is ahead, he will plan and plan until he’s sure nothing can go wrong. Honesty is a big part of him; but not because he chooses not to lie, it’s that he literally can’t. Each time he tries, he stumbles over his words, or makes it painfully obvious that it’s not the truth- he’ll blush or avoid eye contact, which drives Caelfyn insane. After all, with a task as dangerous as his, lying is sometimes necessary for their own safety.
likes;; Faeries, nature, wildlife, his powers, magic in general, feeling safe.
dislikes;; Getting things wrong, disappointment, heartache, being exposed, being bored.
history;;Chapter One- RebornA lone dog walked the trail, head low, a limp in his step. His mouth was crusted and dry, long fur matted in whorls of black and white. He was dying; there was no doubt about that. His ribs curved outwards, and his pace was slow- succumbing to the starvation that settled in his gut. The forest rustled around him, a thick layer of leaf litter cushioning his aching paws as he trod, no longer watching where he walked; it wouldn’t matter, the outcome would be the same. Finally, the edges of his vision frayed and faded to grey, and the exhausted canine dropped like a stone, curled on the soft earth- his surrender absolute and unmistakable. He would lay here and wait for his time, which loomed like his own shadow behind him. For a few moments the dog just lay there, limp like a bonefish, breathing laboured.
“Oh, there there.” He blinked in surprise at the voice, lifting a heavy eyelid to glance about him, but no-one was to be seen. Flopping back onto the ground, he gave a sigh of dismay.
“Take heart, my friend. You will be saved.”The voice again. The dog’s head jolted upwards, staring bewildered at the swaying trees.
“Who...?” Too weak to talk, his question simply trailed off into miserable silence.
“I am your salvation.” The reply came instantly.
“Look down.” Obediently, the canine cast his eyes downward, and what he saw was enough to drive him to his feet again. A tiny figure stood, watching him with an amused expression. Its skin was almost translucent, with a pearly sheen that shone with light. It was lithe in form, but ever so delicate- pointed ears curved from its head, and a pair of miniature bowed lips pouted at him.
“What are you looking at? You can’t be fussy when you’re about to die.” Remembering his manners, the dog tried to avert his gaze from the peculiar little creature, not even the size of one paw. Its eyes were huge- wider and brighter than anything he’d seen before, and a vivid shade of green that twinkled at him with mischief.
“If you don’t mind me asking...” He paused to gather a painful breath.
“What are you?”The creature laughed then, a light sound of delight that brought to mind a running river- a bubbling of crystal water.
“Why, I’m a faery! Wings, see?” It turned then, revealing a set of wings so fragile that they appeared to be spun from dewy cobwebs. Almost like a dragonfly, with minute veins curling through them- so thin that they could have been slivers of glass. They fluttered once, then twice, and then lay still again. Mesmerized, the dog blinked- suddenly wondering if this was just a hallucination, or some cruel joke to make his last hours unpleasant. But the faery seemed to have other ideas. Stepping confidently up on the dog’s broad legs, it walked up them and onto his side, and then leapt the remaining way onto his skull. Motionless, the dog winced instinctively as the faery walked over his cheek- though it was feather light. It crouched, peering into his eye.
“You have beautiful eyes. Sorry, sorry- back to business.” It muttered to itself, placing one tiny hand on his lower eyelid and the other on the upper. Then it began to sing.
“Through darkness and light,
Shades of grey and a grave plight,
This faery comes to him with an ancient tale,
And a quest he cannot fail,
Accept and he is free from strife,
And I will give him back his life!”Its voice was beautiful, melodic and as soft as a whisper. A silence ensued afterwards, and the dog held his breath, waiting for something to happen. The faery rolled its eyes, and jabbed him with one finger.
“Well? Do you accept or not?” Suddenly, it’s strange song all made sense. If he chooses this quest, the faery will save him.
“I do.” The dog said hurriedly. With a chuckle, the faery clapped its hands with joy.
“Excellent. Up you get, then.” Frowning, the dog tilted his head.
“But you need to heal me, first.” Another burst of mirth from the faery.
“You are healed, you horsefly!” Tentatively leaning forwards, he found with great excitement that this was true. Leaping to his feet, the dog’s old strength had flooded back- leaving him with tight muscles and a luxurious coat once more. Eyes wide open, he grinned with bliss- feeling a healthy heart beneath his chest. Energy surging through his veins, the dog gave a wild howl of abandon, rearing up on his hind legs.
“Thank you!” He exclaimed, barely breaking a sweat despite his activity. The faery nodded good naturedly, but beckoned for him to come closer.
“You need to listen now. I have given you the gift of life, now you need to do something back. My kind is dying out. This forest contains great magic, but there are dark forces from the west that wish to invade and harness it for themselves. They are evil, Oberon. They will kill and pillage, plunder and torture to get their way. And they are coming. You must travel to the Mountain of Fire, and undo the damage they have wreaked on this wounded earth.”Confused, he shook his head.
“But what do I do? The Mountain of Fire is on the other side of the forest- it will take me months to get there. And what makes you think I can take on the dark armies? I’m just a dog!”The faery smiled knowingly.
“Not anymore. Look at your reflection, Oberon.”Heart thudding in his chest, Oberon flattened his ears.
“There are no puddles around here, I can’t.” Again, a smug smile from the faery.
“Do us a favour, and say ‘wvetka’.”A little irritated now, the dog muttered;
“Wvetka...Aargh!”A deep pool of water materialised at his feet, scaring him senseless.
“Did I do that?!” He yelped, about to turn to the faery before he caught sight of his reflection. Streaks of vivid blue and sapphire streaked his face and body like a tiger- pulsing softly with a glowing light. They wound intricately around him, with striking contrast to his fur.
What on earth?! “What have you done to me?” Oberon cried in shock, spinning around to face the grinning imp.
“No need to thank me. I’ve given you powers, Oberon. Powers beyond your wildest dreams. Magic now flows in your blood- you can cast spells, your senses are heightened, you are faster, stronger than before. You will lead the battle against the dark- and you will win.”Chapter Two- The Fear“So you’re coming with me?”Oberon was sat in the shade of a long, reaching willow tree, watching the river as it slowly made its way out to sea. His markings glowed dimly in the half-light, giving off an aura of blue as he tried to understand the task ahead of him.
“Exactly, Stickleback. We’re going together. I can’t trust you on your own.” But the twinkle in the faery’s eyes took away the potential malice in the comment- he was teasing.
“Right...” Oberon mused, gazing off into space. He had been somewhat silenced by this enormous turn of events; still not entirely convinced he was not dreaming. It all seemed too wild to be true.
“Would you stop doing that?” The faery’s impatient fingers clicked in front of his face, bringing him back to reality with a jolt.
“We’ve got work to do. Your spellwork is pitiful, and we need to get your pronunciation right before you hurt someone.” Its eyes roamed over Oberon’s well-built form.
“Luckily, you’re in good shape, so physical training isn’t necessary. You’ll lose the excess by walking, anyway.”The dog nodded mutely, ears pricked at the hum of dragonflies as they skimmed over the surface of the river.
“You know...” He began thoughtfully.
“You never told me your name.”The faery laughed.
“Horsefly, you can barely pronounce basic spells- there’s no way you could say my name. Faerie’s names are long, complicated things.” Disappointed, Oberon appealed with wide golden eyes.
“Can’t you shorten it? To something I can say? I don’t want to keep calling you ‘faery’.” Its expression softened, but maintained the proud, long-suffering look Oberon had grown familiar with over the past two days.
“You can call me Caelfyn, if you must.” “Caelfyn. Right. I can do that.” Oberon smiled, feeling a shade lighter than he had minutes before.
A moment of quiet ensued, and Caelfyn glanced upwards, watching a look of unease settle on the canine’s face.
”What?” He asked, leaning backwards to rest against the root of the tree, which towered far above his head. Oberon’s brow was knotted in worry.
”I don’t think I can do this. I was brought back to life by a faery, and told to defeat an entire army that’s destroying the world piece by piece? I’m sorry, Caelfyn, but I can’t save you or your people. I’m still weak, magical or not. They’ll be thousands of them- and there’s only me and you.” His cheeks stung with shame, but it was the truth.
The faery reached out a hand to pat his leg.
“You Stickleback. What makes you think we’ll be going alone?” Oberon paused, bemused.
”But...” Caelfyn cut him off.
”We will not be going alone. Our route passes through an entire kingdom- there will be others to fight our cause. And if we can get the king on our side, then we have his army too. And my kin have spread word to the elves- there’s a high chance they will come, too. After all, it’s their forest too. We aren’t alone, Oberon. Not ever.” A sigh fell from the canine.
”You really think we can summon an army worthy of the Darkness?”Caelfyn’s wings fluttered, and he nodded passionately.
”What better cause is there than to save the world?”x.x.x.x
other;;If it is okay with Spotty, I would like to add a set of armour to Oberon [will be PM’ing her in a moment]. I now have permission. Not as a permanent accessory, but as an occasional one. I would like this because as I have mentioned above, I will be continuing Oberon’s story [if I get him] in regular chapters, and for each chapter I plan on ordering a piece of art to sum up the events inside it. As Oberon’s journey is a dangerous one, there are several battles and skirmishes along the way- so armour would protect him. I’ve drafted a design of what I was planning;
Sorry for the terrible art- I can’t draw to save my life x3 I put a lot of thought into coming up with something to suit him. The heartlike markings resemble faery wings, and the swirls are plantlike and natural. The colour is silver, to compliment his markings.
