About:

† James (he/him)

† Transgender gay dog man

† Only "Christian" in the sense that I believe in Jesus; if anything, I take comfort in knowing I am practising my religion "wrong"

† Puppy; not a therian, not otherhearted, only somewhat a furry, not strictly SFW or NSFW, just a puppyboy from time to time

Past Life:

I do not have a clear recollection of everything that has ever happened in my past life. What I do know are merely fragments of the story, and I chose to exclude information that I wished to keep private or didn't feel was particularly important. Nevertheless, here is a general overview of my life before this one.

Born in January, 1838, I was raised alongside my older sister in Southern England under a strict, Protestant household. Exactly what denomination eludes me now, but I feel that is irrelevant. My father was an incredibly successful magic researcher known across the country for his achievements in the field, and my mother was a well-known socialite and a daughter of old money. Both of them put a lot of expectations on us, in and outside the house, as they hoped we, but especially my sister, Lydia, would carry on my father's legacy. She being the eldest and I being powerless, she seemed to be favoured by them in all respects, yet the two of us never held that sort of thing against each other. In fact, she was my main source of comfort growing up, and I was likewise hers.

Lydia pursued a career in magical education rather than research like Father had wanted. All throughout her life, she used her magic primarily to help others, and becoming a teacher, she felt, would be a great way to continue to do so, especially given her connections with the magical science community. The times we lived in did not provide her the opportunity to go beyond the grade-school level, even for a woman of wealth, and Father refused to help her try to accomplish her dreams. Still, she was an excellent teacher. I wish I could remember more about this aspect of her life.

She was always a very independent woman. Despite not being limited by gender, she never married—she felt it would impede on the freedom she did have. I don't recall if she was ever in a relationship. She had many close friends, many of whom I also knew very well. I wish I could remember anything about them now…

As for me, I was born without magic, already disappointing enough for my parents, and on top of that, I had many problems with socialising that I had major difficulty overcoming. My parents seemed to think I was this way by choice. I was often compared to other people my age and asked why I "misbehaved" when other children did not. They also seemed to think that the best way to correct my behaviour was through harsh punishments, even though this hardly produced any results. The few memories I still have of my youth are not very pleasant, but thankfully, they are not too invasive in my current life. More than anything, I recall the happiness I felt in my adult life with my friends and especially my husband.

Simon and I met when we were in our early 20's, and we became friends very quickly. He and I both felt like we understood each other on a fundamental level that few others could. I don't recall how we would have explained it at the time, but in modern language, we were both queer and neurodivergent, we both had issues with the church and the very Christianised society we lived in, and we both had interests that were often ridiculed, if not outright demonised, by others. We started dating very early, mostly due to pressure on my end to find a man now that I was an adult, but we waited long enough to marry that it turned out pretty well, aside from the disapproval of my parents, of course. They, though especially Father, despised him for many reasons, including his general outlook on the world and how it inspired him to study the fundamentals of magic through a purely secular and scientific lens. They very often pressured me into forming a relationship with any other man, but I stayed firm, because I knew that Simon and I truly loved each other. And spite. There was absolutely a sense of rebellion in there, too.

The two of us had no children, largely due to my own personal discomfort. I felt that I was not suitable to be a parent, and he respected that. We adopted two cats, a black cat named Mitsy and a tuxedo named Victoria. The house we lived in was not a modest one by any means, but it was certainly smaller than that of my family, and we were very comfortable there. We tried to split our responsibilities evenly and according to our interests; Simon took care of most of the housework, and I took care of the garden, for instance. Overall, we had a very reciprocal relationship, especially for the time, and I could not have been more grateful to have him in my life.

My old self influences who I am now, but I am not tied very strictly to who I once was. I am in a different body, a different family, a different era—I do not have all of the same traits and values of the Victorian me. Nevertheless, he remains a huge part of my identity.

Strong Interests:

† Visual Arts

† Music

† Mythology

† Art History

† Victorian History in general

† Astronomy

Favourite Colours: White, Gold, Blue, Green

Favourite Season: Winter

Favourite Animal: Dogs (specifically corgis)

Miscellanious Things I Like:

† The softness of fur

† The chill of snow

† Stargazing

† Dusk

† Chocolate

† Wrapping oneself in a thick, warm blanket on a chilly night

† Snuggling with one's closest companions, be they human or pet

Religious Beliefs:

† If others can cherry-pick the Bible to use as a shield for their hatred, as well as make stuff up, I can chose to only listen to teachings that tell me to be a good person, as well as make stuff up.

† No one any less worthy of love based on things they cannot control.

† Hell is not real, and the Devil is a metaphor for the temptation to sin. If one is compelled to cause harm, it comes from themselves, not a supernatural being.

† It does not matter what gods one believes in or if they believe in any at all. What matters is that people are kind, compasionate, generous and forgiving with one another.

† The only real sins are committed on purpose. Accidents, as well as actions taken out of survival necessity, are not sinful. Pure selfishness and a desire to cause harm is.

† All people have the capacity for growth. Grace and forgiveness should be default.

† Witchcraft is not evil by nature. My sister-in-law and I practise together to aid our mental and spiritual health and for the purposes of worship.