Villager: Howell
Dale, Earnhardt and Jr.
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Villager Info
ID: #313765
Name: Howell
Gender: Male
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 6 years, 9 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: GhostiFloof
Species: Big Cat
Color: Tiger
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
~*Howell ~ He/Him ~ Straight/Married*~
~*A fierce fighting spirit carried on the wings on angels*~
~*A character in tribute to my grandfather who passed when I was 7.*~
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~*Going against all horror movie logic, you decide to check out the flashing TV in the living room. As you slowly crept around the corner, you were...surprised?...to see the silhouette of someone in front of the screen, arms over their head as they seemed to be fidgeting with the TV's antenna whilst mumbling under their breath. Taking a few steps into the expansive room, you practically jumped out of your skin as a loud *POP!* rang from the TV, and any light resonating from it suddenly disappeared...some shuffling footsteps across the carpet could be heard, followed by a few voices.
"...Oh, nice one, gramps."
"HEY, I can fix this. Just...gimme a moment..."
About a minute passed, and you were hesitant to move...eventually, the light from the TV came back on, and it didn't seem to be flashing anymore. The figure in front of the TV threw his hands up in triumph. "HA! See? Told you I could do it...now where's that remote..."
You took another step forward, only for your foot to land on something REALLY HARD. Not thinking, you brought your foot up to your palms, a shriek of pain escaping you as you started to stumble back into the wall. Needless to say, you grabbed the figure's attention as he quickly rushed to your aid. As your body tumbled back into the wall, you could feel a strong, weathered arm wrap around your waist and quickly hoist you up with ease. Before you really had time to register anything, the figure snatched up your foot and gave it a good look-over. After a few seconds, he chuckled. "...Heh. You stepped on the remote. Walk it off, you'll be fine." He carefully set you down and grabbed the remote from the carpet before hopping back into his beige recliner in the corner. You stood in place, blinking, wondering what just happened...eventually, the figure called back to you again. "Hey! Don't be a stranger, pop a squat! Grab a Tiger's Eye Dew from the cooler if ya' want, as long as you leave some for everyone else...come on!" You pause, before walking up to the side of the recliner and flopping onto the carpet. Looking over, you notice a unicorn in a chair on the other side of the room, but he seemed to be focused more on the guitar in his hooves than anything...you jumped slightly, as you felt something cold and wet bump against your temple. You look up to see the figure...an old tiger...waving a soda can next to your face. "Here...go on, loosen up. I'll be here a while...at least until dinner's ready." You look back to the TV, an eyebrow raised as the channel was switched to...NASCAR? You shrugged your shoulders, popping the soda open and taking a sip as you leaned back and watched...you looked back to the recliner as the foot rest went up, and the tiger began to stretch...and a pair of large, feathery wings popped out from behind his back. A moment passed, and he sat back, the wings retracting as he looked back to you. "...Oh. Yea, these old things. They're a bit daunting, sure, but they made me the best in my squadron back in the day." He pointed towards one of the walls, as it was lined with photos and plaques with the name 'E. Howell' engraved into them. He leaned back in his chair, grabbing a pair of glasses from the end table next to him and cleaning them as he talked. "I'm not one to show off, really...but eventually, rumors spread like wildfire that I could slice through F-1s and battleships with these things...well, whether that was true or not, I know I can't do any of that now...there was also something about an aircraft carrier I was stationed on, something about they had an emblem of a winged tiger? Dunno, but I know that specific ship's crusin' with the Titanic now...at the bottom of the ocean..." About that time, the unicorn at the opposite side of the room groaned. "Can you keep it down? I'm, like...trying to tune over here." There was a pause, then the old tiger laughed. "Oh, that reminds me! Did I mention I got stationed in Italy once? Yea, it was nice...their HORSE PIZZA was nice, too! Tasted just like chicken!" The unicorn's muzzle wrinkled as he suddenly got up, guitar in one hoof as he raised the other and...gave the equine version of flipping the bird? The tiger scoffed, sitting up in his chair before talking in a surprisingly stern tone. "Hey, no need to be like that! Look, if ya' want peace and quiet so badly, that's what you got a room for. Use THAT for a change if you don't want our company!" The unicorn's ears pinned behind his head before he stomped into the foie and up the staircase...once out of earshot, the tiger chuckled again. "Heh...who'd have thought I'd get better company in a guest?..." He looked back to you, a warm smile on his face as he slipped on the glasses and ruffled your hair. "You're alright. I like you, kid...maybe after dinner we could talk more...maybe tell me a little more about yourself..."*~
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~*A fierce fighting spirit carried on the wings on angels*~
~*A character in tribute to my grandfather who passed when I was 7.*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*Going against all horror movie logic, you decide to check out the flashing TV in the living room. As you slowly crept around the corner, you were...surprised?...to see the silhouette of someone in front of the screen, arms over their head as they seemed to be fidgeting with the TV's antenna whilst mumbling under their breath. Taking a few steps into the expansive room, you practically jumped out of your skin as a loud *POP!* rang from the TV, and any light resonating from it suddenly disappeared...some shuffling footsteps across the carpet could be heard, followed by a few voices.
"...Oh, nice one, gramps."
"HEY, I can fix this. Just...gimme a moment..."
About a minute passed, and you were hesitant to move...eventually, the light from the TV came back on, and it didn't seem to be flashing anymore. The figure in front of the TV threw his hands up in triumph. "HA! See? Told you I could do it...now where's that remote..."
You took another step forward, only for your foot to land on something REALLY HARD. Not thinking, you brought your foot up to your palms, a shriek of pain escaping you as you started to stumble back into the wall. Needless to say, you grabbed the figure's attention as he quickly rushed to your aid. As your body tumbled back into the wall, you could feel a strong, weathered arm wrap around your waist and quickly hoist you up with ease. Before you really had time to register anything, the figure snatched up your foot and gave it a good look-over. After a few seconds, he chuckled. "...Heh. You stepped on the remote. Walk it off, you'll be fine." He carefully set you down and grabbed the remote from the carpet before hopping back into his beige recliner in the corner. You stood in place, blinking, wondering what just happened...eventually, the figure called back to you again. "Hey! Don't be a stranger, pop a squat! Grab a Tiger's Eye Dew from the cooler if ya' want, as long as you leave some for everyone else...come on!" You pause, before walking up to the side of the recliner and flopping onto the carpet. Looking over, you notice a unicorn in a chair on the other side of the room, but he seemed to be focused more on the guitar in his hooves than anything...you jumped slightly, as you felt something cold and wet bump against your temple. You look up to see the figure...an old tiger...waving a soda can next to your face. "Here...go on, loosen up. I'll be here a while...at least until dinner's ready." You look back to the TV, an eyebrow raised as the channel was switched to...NASCAR? You shrugged your shoulders, popping the soda open and taking a sip as you leaned back and watched...you looked back to the recliner as the foot rest went up, and the tiger began to stretch...and a pair of large, feathery wings popped out from behind his back. A moment passed, and he sat back, the wings retracting as he looked back to you. "...Oh. Yea, these old things. They're a bit daunting, sure, but they made me the best in my squadron back in the day." He pointed towards one of the walls, as it was lined with photos and plaques with the name 'E. Howell' engraved into them. He leaned back in his chair, grabbing a pair of glasses from the end table next to him and cleaning them as he talked. "I'm not one to show off, really...but eventually, rumors spread like wildfire that I could slice through F-1s and battleships with these things...well, whether that was true or not, I know I can't do any of that now...there was also something about an aircraft carrier I was stationed on, something about they had an emblem of a winged tiger? Dunno, but I know that specific ship's crusin' with the Titanic now...at the bottom of the ocean..." About that time, the unicorn at the opposite side of the room groaned. "Can you keep it down? I'm, like...trying to tune over here." There was a pause, then the old tiger laughed. "Oh, that reminds me! Did I mention I got stationed in Italy once? Yea, it was nice...their HORSE PIZZA was nice, too! Tasted just like chicken!" The unicorn's muzzle wrinkled as he suddenly got up, guitar in one hoof as he raised the other and...gave the equine version of flipping the bird? The tiger scoffed, sitting up in his chair before talking in a surprisingly stern tone. "Hey, no need to be like that! Look, if ya' want peace and quiet so badly, that's what you got a room for. Use THAT for a change if you don't want our company!" The unicorn's ears pinned behind his head before he stomped into the foie and up the staircase...once out of earshot, the tiger chuckled again. "Heh...who'd have thought I'd get better company in a guest?..." He looked back to you, a warm smile on his face as he slipped on the glasses and ruffled your hair. "You're alright. I like you, kid...maybe after dinner we could talk more...maybe tell me a little more about yourself..."*~
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