by booklover789 » Mon Oct 30, 2017 6:29 pm
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booklover789
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Jarro
(JAR-oh)
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Male
what did this rpw do/think they did wrong, and do they consider themself good or bad? ;;
It all started out so simply. Jarro needed to get a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread for his starving family. He was the smallest, so he could easily nip in and out of stores and get whatever they needed without being seen.
Then the security cameras were installed.
Everything hit the fan.
He was caught on his next run. Jarro was put behind bars for only a night, and told to never do it again. Resentment started to grow in the young wolf's chest. "I was only trying to help my family!" he protested under his breath. When he was released, he started to steal just for revenge against those that he deemed not understanding of his family's money issues. He got away with it for several years, and his family ate much better than they had for the majority of their time living in the slums. They were grateful to Jarro, the youngest yet most responsible of the bunch.
Jarro got bigger as the years went on. He became well-atuned to how to act around other wolves - what to say and how to not act suspicious. He learned the art of sweet-talking others, and was soon able to swindle his way into getting anything his family desired. The most expensive item he was ever able to filch was a gold watch he later sold for enough money for his family to move into a small hutch - he never stole anything larger in monetary value than that.
Life was good for Jarro, his sibling, and their parents, plus extended family that dropped by every once in awhile to help and offer further assistance. Life wasn't the best, but it wasn't horrible, either. Jarro was able to actually smile and go about his day without worrying his family would die of starvation or shrivel up from lack of water. He knew they had a roof over their heads, and that he had been a pivotal point in helping them achieve all that they had.
Then, the accident occurred.
He had gone out to get some bread, milk, flour, brown sugar, eggs, and frosting. His sibling's birthday was right around the corner, and his mother needed ingredients for a cake. He bought the milk and flour and bread, but found he didn't have enough money left over to buy the other necessary ingredients. Jarro thought for a moment and formulated a plan. He crept into each store on the block, taking a singular item from each and stashing it in his deep coat pockets. No one caught him - not even the security cameras looked at what he was doing. Counting it as a successful day, with a hop in his step, Jarro exited the last store he'd stopped in. He wasn't quite watching where he was going, and ran straight into a young wolf, knocking the child over.
The child rolled head-over-paws into the busy street beside the store. The young one didn't have enough time to leap out of the way of oncoming traffic. Jarro watched in horror as he yelled at the driver to stop...but his efforts were in vain. The pup had already been hit, and bled out moments later. Jarro fled the scene, blaming himself for the mishap. The police came and filed a report, but try as they might, they could find no corroboration between the several witnesses. Jarro was never caught, and did his best to live his life more carefully from then on.
However, Jarro was never the same afterwards. While before he had never thought of himself as bad, and merely thought of himself as helping others and doing the best he could to just get by in life (even if he didn't always choose the right actions to take), after the incident he started talking very negatively to himself. He still did the jobs he needed to to help his family stay afloat and alive, but he never looked at himself the same again. His thoughts turned dark, and his persona changed. While before he'd not always been happy, he did have his happy moments where he was able to laugh alongside his sibling or with their parents. Afterwards, getting him to crack a grin about anything was nearly impossible. His sibling was occasionally able to get him to smile, but his laughter had gone, never to return. He became hardened and no longer trusted anyone but his family. While he'd had his slightly paranoia-infused moments before, he became full-out paranoid afterwards, always looking over his shoulder and skirting wolves who were out and about whom he'd branded as wanting to do him harm or press him for information about the incident.
Jarro died on September 22, 2016 from a nasty case of Salmonella typhi bacteria, an infection caused by his ingesting contaminated food. He had eaten an apple a few days prior, stolen from the dying orchard near his home. He was the only one to eat the apple - no one else in his family had wanted it. Jarro awoke in the Underworld, perplexed to the weight upon his skull. When he'd finally found himself a river to look into, he was surprised at the weighty horn sprouting from his cranium. He was not shocked, however, when he sat and pondered it for a few moments. "This must be because of what I did," he murmured. "Pity. Now everyone will know how horrible I really am." He shook his head. "Guess I can't change it now, though. I'm stuck looking like this for all eternity. Might as well make the best of it, I guess." And with a slight chuckle as he padded along the heated burning coals, he uttered, "Well, at least I won't get roughed up down here. Who'd want to mess with a murderer like me, after all?"
