Obey
Legacy Name: Obey

Name: Obeline "Obey" Sangeuro
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Likes: Walks, family, nature, snow
Dislikes: Fighting, whining, and hot weather
Other: Sister-Suzie, Brother-Dima, had a son, but he died many years ago

Roleplay: human/anthro/quad
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Art:
X By: Bingo (thank you so much)
x By: User not found: hoar (Many thanks!!!)
x By: Confection (Thank you)
X By: Aria

I see you are asking about my son. I named him after my grandfather-Charlie, there was a lot of symbolism in that-but I don't want to get into it. I had Charlie when I was very young. I was just seventeen when I found out I was pregnant. It was very hard on me and my family, but everyone took it in stride. Charles still respected me and let me decide on what I was going to do. He was a great help-even after Charlie was born, he was right there for me, teaching me how to take care of a newborn. Of course, now about the father. Well-When I met Jac, he was one of my brothers friends, he was in a bad crowd, he never pulled in my brother into the gang; but he was a bad boy-And i was attracted to that at first. Then it became evident, that.... he had a kind and soft heart, a good head; but he just did some bad decision making. When I told him, he ran away-just like any young man who had too much on his shoulders would.... it broke my heart-It still hurts sometimes, it wasn't an easy thing to go through. A year after Charlie's birth, my Grandfather Charles had a heart-attack and passed away, leaving Dima and I the B&B, the house we were living in, and a small apartment complex, and a cabin near a lake. We sold the house, and the cabin, but kept the apartments and the B&B, since they were still making money.

I had a happy life with Charlie, from the day he was born to the day he went missing-Four years ago.
It was just a normal day. I was living in a small house complex, it had a great backyard and wonderful people. There was a woman who's son went to the same daycare as Charlie did; we set up a play-date for them; nothing special, just two toddlers playing at home in the living room. They wanted to play hide-and seek. We let them go out into the backyard, it was small, had a good fence and we all thought the kids would be fine-Both she and I were watching them, but then the food in the oven was ready-and I went to check on it. When I came back, the woman's son couldn't find Charlie. We all looked, Sue, the other mother, Bindi and I all looked. But we just couldn't find him. Anywhere. After a few months, police found a small shoe that was Charlie's. On the sole and toe was his blood. The police didn't think anything good could have happened, and I agreed. I knew too much about the real world to believe he was still around.

It wouldn't be until recently that they would find his remains-only a few paces away from an old woman's house-in a more forested area, skeletal remains had been found-only half of a very small young boy-My boy. My precious... sorry. But it had been years, I knew he was dead after the first week-but it was my son. The woman's son had problems I guess... He had kidnapped Charlie and murdered him, I am not going in on details.

There had been a funeral for him, a few months after his disappearance, when the police had found evidence of a struggle, Charlie's struggle, inside an abandoned vehicle. It was a nice little event, nothing fancy-we would be repeating it four years later, but that one seemed a lot more... significant-permanent.

People will tell you his death changed me, and I'd just like to say: eyeroll Ya think? After you lose something that was a part of you, a part of your life, of course it changes you. My sister will tell you I became more distant, more distrusting, and somewhat of a drunk-No I do not have a drinking problem.
And it's true. I am more distance, I am cold and untrusting and somewhat of a bitch. But I still have a heart and I still care for the people that are close to me. Especially the people I'm close too. My brother will tell you I make poor decisions now, that I'm not as hard set as I used to be. Which is untrue, Dima thinks with his heart-not me. Dima is a wonderful man, but sometimes he can be a bit... blind.

The first few years of Charlie's death, I did drink a lot more then I should have. I did make bad decisions and I've paid for that, and I've moved on. I still have a recreational drink every now and then, but hey-I'm allowed.
But as a professional prosecutor (lawyer) I have to make logical decisions, and sometimes I come off to cold, but I'm just trying to do my damned job. Sometimes I have to really distance myself.

Speaking of being a lawyer-I am a prosecutor, my job is to put people away for their crimes, and to prove that the suspect is guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Everything between my clients and myself are confidential, don't think you're going to get any juicy gossip about them or what goes on behind doors-My job revolves around secrets, I am forced into keeping secrets, sometimes dark ones-but that's my job, sometimes it's hard; but I'd never chose another way of life.

I have done defense work, actually-Meld is the perfect case to show that I do have a heart, and that I'm not just blindly going in prosecuting people, if I see someone that is obviously not-guilty, I'll make sure that they won't be put away for some crime. Meld is a lit fuse, she has very poor tolerance and gets frustrated easily-but she's a wonderful young woman if you peel back the layers.

She's my gardener now, and helping her and keeping her out of trouble and letting her live with me has really opened my eyes and given me a chance to help others. Namely Iko and Ruey. Some would say these three are my "charity cases", but I'm not doing it for myself, they really, truly needed help. I was happy to help them and get them onto their feet.

So don't tell me I don't have a heart, that I'm a cold empty shell of a woman, because I'm not. I may be distant, and I can be cold; but I'm still me, I've just had to deal with some heartaches.

I've healed, I'm moving on. My son is dead and it's over.

If you wish to have any more of the story of my family, of my friends, visit my cousin Giverny-I'm sure she'll be glad to show you around and give you the short version so you don't die of boredom.