Name;;"Oh, me? My name is Cobweb. I think I was named for the cobweb-like patterns
on my back."
Gender;;"I am a male and my weaving talent shouldn't
affect that.
Charm;;"My charm is a net-weaving shuttle, somewhat
like
this. It is attached to my left hind
leg by a complicated knot, not dissimilar to the
weaving technique used for net making."
Talent;;"My talent is weaving fishing nets. I love being
by the sea so I can look for people passing by.
They say every person in the land must pass my
dock someday in their life time, and I'm hoping
this is true."
Orientation;;"I'm straight, I'm pretty certain - that or I'm
bisexual and have never met the right guy!"
Status;;Single [ ] - Taken [ ] - Hopelessly crushing on a
Foxer that doesn't yet exist [✔]
Age;;"I am eighteen years of age, ma'am."
Personality;;Impulsive - Protective - Assertive - Clever -
Stubbornly Loyal
Cobweb does things because he feels they are
right at that moment, rarely thinking things
through properly. This can get him into trouble,
especially due to his protective nature. He's
assertive and clever, able to get his point across.
However, he's also quite quiet so not many people
listen to him as he would hate to get in their faces
or irritate them. He's proven himself a highly loyal
foxer, never snitching on his kin, although he cannot
see passed that quality and realise sometimes
the best thing to do is to betray someone and save another
History;;"I was born on December 19th 1996, along with my twin brother Typhos. My mother left my father soon afterwards, leaving him to take care of two ever-squabbling kits. It's no wonder, therefore, that when he met my stepmother he barely knew her name before he proposed upon hearing of her experience with children. I was just five months old when my stepmother moved in and became 'mum'. I never knew my real mother and do not wish to - my stepmother is more of a mum to me than anyone else.
Along with my stepmother came her step daughter from a past marriage in which she was widowed. Her name was Aimelia, and as soon as we met we 'clicked'. By the age of one, both myself and my brother had made it clear where our loyalties lay. I was Aimelia's best friend as well as brother, and Typhos was her bully. From the moment he could talk he was telling her she didn't belong, she wasn't wanted. I always tried to stick up for her, but I couldn't always be there for her, and the teasing was relatively mild at such a young age.
As we three kits grew, our personalities soon shone through. Helped by his power over Aimelia, Typhos was cruel, arrogant, bossy and charming - when he wished to be. Aimelia became shy and withdrawn, terrified to attract Typhos' attention and speaking rarely. And me? I became a loyal, assertive, serious and quiet presence, watching over my charge, who, despite being older than me, felt like a little sister. However, as Typhos grew, so did his anger at Aimelia. He took to firing crueler insults at her, and sometimes even slapping or kicking her. I was too young to really hate anyone - least of all my own brother - but I disliked what was happening strongly, and begged him to stop. Aimelia just curled up into a ball, both mentally and physically, and rarely came out unless I coaxed her. I was scared for my little 'sister', but I was no snitch - and to be honest, I was slightly scared of my brother too.
From kits we became teens, and started school. Aimelia was in the class below me and above Typhos, so we were all separated. To everyone's surprise, Aimelia thrived at school. She loved staying late at homework classes, chatting to her seemingly endless list of friends. In comparison, I had a handful of companions, who tolerated rather than enjoyed my presence at lunchtime foot ball games. I tried to believe I was happy for her, but I simply was not - I missed having her as my own. I think my sisterly love for her could have developed into something more, if Typhos hadn't gone too far.
Typhos was jealous of Aimelia. He had few friends due to his cruel antics, and the few he had were to terrified to be of much use. He became more and more aggressive towards Aimelia, and I didn't stop him like I should have done. I was too full of bitter feelings that I had taken care of her all this time and now she just deserted me. He cornered her in the corridor at home, and beat her up so much she couldn't stand up, before kicking her down the stairs. I found her the next morning, alive but badly bruised and shaken. I was furious at Typhos for doing this, despite my mixed feelings for my sister. She said nothing. She never, to my knowledge, spoke again.
Aimelia had a week off school due to her injuries before going back. Typhos made up some lie about her getting hit by a car on her way to school, and my father lapped it up. He loved Typhos, his strong son so great at fishing. He loved me, too, but Typhos was something special to him. My stepmother was suspicious, but said nothing. I wish she said something. Why didn't she say something?
When Aimelia went back to school, her friends surrounded her like piranhas on a deer carcass. Though I could not hear what was being said, I presumed they had noticed her lack of voice. I went into school as I always did, and came out at the usual time. Aimelia had disappeared. I never saw her again.
The loss of her devastated me. I never quite knew whether it was Typhos killing her or chasing her away, or if she'd simply run away. I never forgot her, but eventually I moved on. At the end of the school year, my teacher showed my Aimelia's sewing book. It was filled with exquisite patterns, each embroidered around one word - Cobweb. My heart leapt a mile - she did care about me! She did love me! It was these patterns that helped me discover my talent in fish-net weaving. I saw my name, and wanted to do something similar, to show my love for her no matter where she was. So I talked to my kindly teacher, and she taught me of the art of net weaving, giving me my own shuttle to weave. Later, this would become my charm, although then I had no idea.
As soon as I could weave well enough to make a living, I left home - there were too many bad memories there for me to stay. I was fifteen at the time, an early school drop-out. I travelled around for a few months, living off saved-up allowances, until I found the perfect place to work. It was an abandoned house right by the sea, which the council were renting very cheap. I snapped it up with a false idea and set to work making nets for the fisher men, and have done ever since. I always watch every boat for every passenger, hoping I might see Aimelia. As of yet, I haven't, but who knows what tomorrow may hold?'
