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Meaning of (name): [n] United States film actor (born in England) noted for his performances in horror films (1887-1969)

Aliases: Karloff, Boris, "Man of 1,000 Faces", Rarely Karl
Friends: Haxan, Ailbhe,
Enemies: Baraccus
Likes: Cats, Felines, Raccoon, Blood, Woods, Discipline
Dislikes: Skinwalkers, Baraccus. Senseless Murder. Harming the weak.

Date Found: November 4, 2010
Found: Halloween Fight Club
Date of Maxing: October 1, 2011
Group: The Night's Watch

Temper: Kafkaesque
Definition of Temper:
1. Of or relating to Franz Kafka or his writings.
2. Marked by surreal distortion and often a sense of impending danger:
Breed: Regular
Breed Appearance: CatWalker Costume
Height: 18 Hands
Personality:

As a foal and young adult, Karloff was convince that he was cursed to live a life full of destitution and misery. Losing everything he loved had reinforced that idea. Extremely dispirited and depressed, he was so consumed by his dark thoughts that he nearly gave into them so as not to feel anymore.

As an adult, he comes to accept his life. He is not cursed, but he is being hunted. He's honest, and helpful. But quiet in some ways--he's about to be pushed into doing more, willing or not.

Never willing to be a leader, he's forced with having to make life or death decisions at crucial moments. Ultimately, it pushes him to become a leader. He's dependable, loyal, kind, skilled, and many other qualities that help him to protect others from having the same thing happen to them that happened to him.

He renews his vow at the loss of his beloved. He has to find purpose through this pain.
Backstory:
Mysterious events were transpiring on the day of Karloff’s birth---the Blood Moon Carnival was in town. What made it odder still was that the cosmos had deemed it fit for the Blood Moon Carnival to be there on a blood moon, or maybe that was the only way it could come?

However, it’s affect on a certain family would prove devastating.

Karl was born to a loving and doting family who had long hoped for a blessed child. When Karl was born, he was perfect in their sight. Their whole life and world revolved around their tiny perfect new member….but it was not long before the curse of the blood moon became evident on him.

While his father went to hunt, Karl and his mother were napping in their forest cave. It was warm and cozy, bedded with straw. Firelight danced on the walls as wonderful visions occupied Karl’s head. During the middle of one of these dreams, the nightmare began.

For a long time Karloff remembered things as follows (RP development reflects his discovering of the truth):

At first, Karl didn’t realize that this was anything more than some distorted nightmare, some looming danger that may or may never come. His eyes flickered open and shut, drowsy…But when the terror became evident, he was wide awake and helpless. Too young, too weak…

When it was over, his father arrived to find the walls splayed with blood in some pattern faintly reminiscent of paint thrown on a wall. The mother of his son was dead. His son…was his son no longer.

Karl felt the searing pain, when he woke up. He didn’t remember much yet and wouldn’t for a long time. He just remembered blinding pain when he awoke, and the warm, sticky wet feeling on his face. He saw his father’s face, pain wracked and then furious. Not understanding when his father left so abruptly, he thought he would return shortly to help, to take care of him, to--something.

But his father, Klaus, did not return.

For three days, Karl sat within the cave waiting, until he realized he was alone. He was completely alone.

Over time, Karloff realize that his subconscious had blocked what really happened. His mother had been murdered by Barracuss, and it was Karloff himself, in an effort to save his father Klaus from the waiting Barracus, that yelled at his father to leave or he would kill him like had killed his mother.

Baraccus had held him for a long time, until one night he escaped the caves and made it to freedom. Karloff does not remember any of this until adulthood. When he does, he swear to protect his family from Baraccus at all costs.

***

After he buried his mother, he discovered the extent of his injuries when he took a sip of water from an unfrozen stream. His face was scarred, hideous…It didn’t particularly bother him, until he met some other Soquili who mocked him and cast him out from their lands. He was a child, but they made fun of him for his deformity and blamed him for his mother’s death.

For weeks, he kept away from anyone else. He became reclusive, disassociated from life. He renamed himself, taking on the name of Karloff---the face of monsters. He thought about what was of left him, and he decided that he would follow the path to become a cursed skin walker. If he was a monster, if he was so evil, then he should take on it’s form. It would bring on a sweet release, he wouldn’t ever feel guilty again. No one would mock him.

But until that time, he would wear the costume of one to hide his deformities.