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A page dedicated to my oldest living character. Blaze of Night has last for over 6 years and I felt it was time to give him his own page, so here's him and his family.

The Past of Blaze

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Blaze of Night's past is vague. Where he is from no one knows. All that is known, is that he was, and is still called, Blaze of Night. The earliest he was ever known was in San Francisco, California. A Garou pack, called Nightpack, had found him and eventually adopted them into their pack, and by their Alpha, whom was called deStynie. From then on, he was being taught of his heritage. Unfortunately, though, he was taught very little for at about that time trouble began to brew within the pack itself. As the trouble was brewing Blaze had found a mate, called Blue`Firestar, and they had four kids. Unfortunately the birthing process was too much for his mate and she had died. Months later, the pack had eventually dispersed, and Blaze wasn't heard from for awhile.

When he was heard from again, he had been inducted into the McKay family, and was brought up learning the ways of the Garou and learning important things to make him succeed in life. Blaze began a new life, and began to learn the errors of his ways back when he was a part of Nightpack. His kids have reached a mature age, but what he deems the eldest, Night Blaze, has exceeded his wildest expectations and has acquired the shifting gene, and is a full fledged Garou.

Time soon passed, and Blaze had settled down once again. He found another mate, whom he loves with all his heart and soul. Her name was Katr|na`. She had just been an ordinary human, "unawakened" to the world of the supernatural, but as soon as her and Blaze became involved she realized there was more to the world than what she knew.

Time has passed again, and now Blaze live in the #Tower_of_Darkness with his mate. Now, it seems trouble follows Blaze everywhere he goes, and now does the same to his son Night, but in a world always enveloped in dark it is to be expected.


Blaze's History as Told by Him

My true origins are unknown. I do not know my family (Well my blood relatives) nor anything about them. I have tried to find them, but I found it was futile. Anyway, I'm rambling. My true name is Blaze of Night, but I go by the alias of Christopher Aragon. I am not old nor am I young. I have lived an eventful life. The first thing of my life that I remember, is waking up in a concrete jungle, full of strange noises and the most awful of smells. I wandered aimlessly, avoiding people and the like. I believe I wandered for weeks or even more, getting food and water from wherever I could find it.

I was eventually picked up by some unusual people. They were friendly and their scent familiar. I resisted them and I put up a good fight. Unfortunately they bested me with extreme ease. They took me somewhere and that's when I found a light at the end of the tunnel (metaphorically speaking of course). They introduced themselves to me as members of a group called Nightpack. I don't know how I understood them because they were humans and I wasn't. That's when my lessons and trouble began.

For a few months I began to learn of my heritage and of my duties, but like anything that is normal, problems began to arise. Nightpack began to fall apart. Internal conflict began within the ranks and I didn't want to be a part of it. So, I cut off the symbol, which was on my arm, for Nightpack, and then I left. Most people didn't know, or care, because their fighting was more important. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I am part of the illustrious Garou! The defenders of Gaia. The Werewolves. Yes, the big, scary, hairy monsters, but I'm not part of that group of Garou. I am part of what they call the "Tree Hugging Hippies." When I first met Nightpack, I was a wolf. I won't explain. It would take too much time. Anyway, back to my history.

I left Nightpack for multiple reasons, but my main reason was because I felt out of place. They were too bloodthirsty, in my eyes, and I didn't like the violent tendencies that much. Don't get me wrong. I was born under the sign of the full moon, and the first time I shifted forms was under the full moon. So when there was battle, I was in it, but only if I could not avoid the fight. Anyway, that's why I left Nightpack.

After I left Nightpack, I wandered aimlessly for months. I encountered many things and learned more of my true heritage. Hrm? My children? What about them? Oh! I see what you're asking! Sorry, that's my fault. My mind can wander at my young age. Anyway, My children's birth mother died during their birth (May Gaia bless her). I met her while I was in Nightpack and I loved her dearly. Her name was Blue Firestar and my daughter is named after her, so I can keep her memory alive. I will also defend her name and reputation with extreme force. I do have the means to do that. When she died, that gave me another reason to leave Nightpack.

As I stated before, I wandered aimlessly for month. I made many enemies and friends, and I'll tell you now... I got my ass kicked multiple times because I thought I was Mr. Bad Ass. Boy, was I wrong. Anywho, I finally met the McKay's. Somewhat a clan of supernatural, like me, who weren't that violent. The McKay's and I got along real well.

I finally learned all I could about my heritage and all the rules and laws I should have known before hand. The rough part of me began to be smoothed out by the leader of the clan, Max McKay. He became one of my best friends and the only person I could call father. He took care of me in all forms. He taught me all I know today; Ranged combat, hand-to-hand combat, Covert Op combat, Who to fight, when to fight, and plenty more.

Well to sum things up, life went on like usual. You know...defending Gaia, punishing my kids, and making more kids. My mate, Katr|na and I now live happily in Maine with our kids.

I will have to finish this later. Appears my son, Night Blaze, is having trouble trying to cope with his mate's condition and his kid. MY grandkid! (Sweet Gaia, I feel old!)