Archer Thompson

[Archer Thompson]

The Basics

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Name: Archer Lee Thompson
Nicknames: Arch
Age: 16 - Born November 14th 1995
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Shapeshifter - Bull Arab

First bred by Mike Hodgens in the mid seventies, the Bull Arab has grown to be one of the top "breeds" used for boar hunting in Australia. While it has yet to be recognized as an actual breed by any kennel clubs, the animals impact in rural Australia has made it become known world wide among hunters as one of the best and perhaps the most balanced big game dog line in existence. A mixture of English bull terrier, sight hound and greyhound, they usually weigh between sixty and a hundred and ten lbs, with the preferable weight being somewhere in the middle. They stand between twenty and twenty eight inches at the shoulder.

Bull Arabs are *extremely* hardy animals and pound for pound one of if not the *toughest* breeds of dog in the world. Mixing the bull terriers tenacity, the sight hounds bush smarts and the agility of a greyhound, these animals are not just fast and strong, but extremely resistance to damage. They have a high prey drive and very powerful jaws, making them naturally gifted at keeping a hold of even the largest of big game, their jaws being able to put off over five hundred lbs of pressure per square inch. They can reach speeds of thirty four miles an hour and can drag upwards of nine hundred lbs. As for Archer, when transformed he weighs eighty lbs and stands twenty six inches at the shoulder. His coat is mostly brown, with patches of white and gray here and there.

While some shape-shifters are able to heal their wounds by switching between forms, Archer is not one of them. Also, his transformation tends to be very painful and he is still working on controlling his aggression when he changes forms. He's not as bad as he used to be, but it is still important that he takes the time to calm himself after morphing to canine form.

Also, when in canine form, Archer has the ability to understand and communicate with other dogs. This is not some form of animal language, but rather the understanding of how canines relay information to one another. Likewise, he can't converse with them like a human being because of their limited intelligence. It's no different then how somebody communicates with a well trained pet, except they understand him better and he can is able to pick up more from them then a human being. Likewise, he's unable to give them orders or commands any better then a normal human stranger would. He has no control over their actions.

Play By: Harry Lloyd

The Details

Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Brown
Any Piercings?No
Any Tattoos?No
Any Scars?Like any "dog" that has lived a life of hunting big game, Archer has a number of scars that cover his body. Most of them are from wild boar, including a gore wound on his right butt cheek and several tusk marks on his arms and legs.
General Appearance: Scruffy is the best way to describe Archer. Despite the lack of facial hair and a small amount of general body hair, Archer somehow manages to come off as a very rugged looking individual. His hair is messy and uneven, while his pearly whites have a slight shade of yellow to them from on and off smoking. He stands five foot ten inches and height, with an athletically muscled build and a number of scars. He has black hair, brown eyes and shares the same sunken stare of his animal form, a perfect mixture of laid back and intimidating.

When it comes to his general attire, Archer prefers has a rather outdoorsy sense of style. He tends to wear blue jeans and hiking boots exclusively, along with whatever tee-shirt he has on hand. He absolutely hates anything considered fashionable and is best suited to plain tee-shirts or those with personal messages printed on them. Despite the fact that he showers regularly, he always ends up having a hint of mud and sweat on him... that and of course feint traces of the natural scruffy dog smell that some either like, or can't stand.

Personality: There are two sides to Archer when in human form. Under normal circumstances he tends to be rather laid back and easy going. He's not that hard to approach and talk with, though he can often rub people the wrong way when they get to know him. Sarcastic, somewhat arrogant and a tad bit condescending, Archer tends not to get along well with people whose feelings get hurt easy. He has no problem telling people off if he has an issue about them, which usually consists of what he considers cowardice and weakness. However, he hates bullies, or people that physically target others with repeated harm for no other reason then self satisfaction.

Then there's what happens when somebody pisses him off. While he can take criticism with the best of them, he has absolutely zero tolerance for being physically or verbally provoked. Because of an alpha male mindset, he considers any personal challenge to his dignity or physical health as a major transgression. He will get in somebodies face, chew them out and threaten them. He never yells when he's mad, he speaks calmly, yet most people know when he's pissed by body language and the look in his eyes. It's rare for him to throw the first punch unless somebody really pushes his buttons, but he has no qualms about responding to violence with violence and will do so if physically provoked. His issues with anger is something that Kocher staff have tried to help him with in the past.

Despite his numerous vices, Archer is not without his virtues. First among them is the fact that to those he cares for, Archer is fiercely loyal. As far as Archer cares, family and friends come before anything else in the world and he puts more value on them then he does anything else, even his own health and well being. Ever since the death of his father, Archer has become even more protective of those he holds dear then usual and an easy way to provoke his anger is to insult his family or friends around him.

Despite his anger issues, Archer is able to prevent himself from impulsive transformations into dog form. This is mostly because of his understanding of how volatile he is in the first several seconds prior to transforming. He specifically does his best not to transform unless he's in a calm and collected mood and will only do otherwise if necessity says otherwise.

Special mention should go to one last tidbit that seems to come out when transformed. Archer has the tendency to, when transformed, completely let go and behave like your typical hound. This is mostly because when in the form of a canine, he can't help but be completely immersed and involved in all the extra sights, sounds and smells around him. While he's mostly mastered his prey drive, it will still trigger when he or somebody he cares about is physically threatened.

On the flip side, Archer tends to on rare occasions just let the dog in him take over and dictate what to do. It only really happens when he's feeling particularly depressed, or if somebody he cares for needs cheering up.. something that the dog within is unsurprisingly an expert at. Unfortunately this also makes him far more likely to respond aggressively to provocation of both himself and other individuals. Like any dog, he's not going to stomach somebody going out of their way to be mean to people he likes. While it hasn't happened in a long time, Archer has on two separate occasions attacked somebody in dog form for provocative behavior and could do so again if pushed to it.

Your Vices

Likes:
-Dogs-
This one is rather obvious. Having grown up around dogs for his entire life and with them being a central part of his life through his powers, Archer is possibly one of the worlds biggest dog fans. If he sees a dog approach him, he can't help to pause and pet it, scratch it behind the ears and at times will even drop what he's doing to play fetch with a random stick. As a result of both his powers and life style, he is naturally gifted at calming down angry canines and his ability and understanding of them is unrivaled even among animal psychologists.

-Hunting-

The Thompson family has always been big into hunting. When living in the boonies of Australia's Northwest Territories, Archer's father hunted wild boar with packs of dogs to help feed his family. Archer himself took part in the hunts when he was old enough and at fourteen years old started to supplement his school training by hunting during the summer with the family dog pack when transformed.

Archer tends to avoid hunting with guns as opposed to his dogs and his own transformation, as he believes that it's more natural and fair that the animal has a chance to get away. He also hates people who use traps and is quite fond of not just disabling those he finds, but bringing them home to add to his collection.

-The Outdoors in General-

Hiking, swimming, climbing, jogging, spelunking and anything that involves getting up to nonsense in the wilderness is the kind of thing that will make Archer's day. As long as the temperature and weather isn't too severe, you can bet your butt that most of Archer's free time is spent doing stuff outside, weather it be in human or canine form.

-Good TV-

Archer isn't much of a tv watcher at all. In fact, the only things you'll get him to sit down for are the few nature programs that catch his interest, horror movies and cage fights. He loves martial arts events, though not so fond of "pro wrestling" or anything he considers staged.

-Video Games-

A guilty pleasure and something he saves for rainy days or when he's not feeling up to hanging around outside. Archer is very fond of arcade style games. He loves Tekken, Street Fighter and whatever fighting game he can get his hands on. Similarly, he's a fan of rail shooters, DDR and other arcade style games. He's not to fond on RPG's or stuff that involves a lot of his time. The only system he owns is a PS2. His favorite game series are Tekken, Street Fighter, Twisted Metal, Vigilante 8, Gex, Onimusha, Toomba, Medal of Honor, Legacy of Kain and Silent Hill. His favorite game is Castlevania, Symphony of the Night.

Dislikes:
-Spiders-

Years of growing up in Australia has given Archer an intense dislike of anything arachnid. He tends to get creeped out by them when in human form and the only times that they won't stop him in his tracks is when he's either very pissed off, or has gone full on dog.

-School Work-

Archer is one of those kids that just can't wait until school gets out. While he doesn't blow off his assignments and has no plans of dropping out, he just isn't anything but an average student. The only things he's ever really been any good at are subjects involving his specific areas of expertise, such as dogs, animal psychology and nature. He's yet to decide what he wants to be when he's done with school and he's constantly trying to decide what he'll ever amount to. He also tends to find most lectures incredibly boring.

-Computers-

Archer has a natural aversion to computers an the internet for a number of reasons. The first reason is that they confuse him. The most he ever uses it form is browsing for info on school work and looking up directions. Even then, he tends to just completely fail at being whatsoever good at them. The world wide web is just not a concept he understands and he just does not like staring into any screen unless it's a TV. This goes double with expensive high tech cell phones and while he knows how to call people, send text messages (very slowly) and send pictures, anything else is beyond his capabilities.

-Bullies-

As prior mentioned, Archer has a great hatred of anyone who goes out of their way to actually inflict physical or emotional harm on people that haven't earned it. Despite his generally sarcasm and jerkish behavior, he is often the first to stand up to people of that sort.

-Snobs-

Kind of hypocritical with the way he tends to criticize people for their "weaknesses", but none the less Archer dislikes snobs. He hates people who are completely full of themselves and act as if everybody else is there to please them and make their life easier.

Strengths:
-Tracking-

Even among fellow animal shape-shifters, Archer is a great tracker. Years spent hunting in both the Australian bush with his father and his time spent in his canine form has given him an unnatural ability to follow a trail. He's very perceptive to the world around him as well and is skilled at noticing minor details that most people miss, such as disturbed foliage and earth. Add in his enhanced senses in canine form and you've got somebody that rarely fails to find their quarry, or win at a game of hide and seek.

-Natural Fighter-

While not a technical martial artist by any means, Archer is a very gifted brawler. He's a good boxer and wrestler, as well as a naturally mobile and very athletic individual from all his time spent outdoors. He's got a good imagination and knows how to use his environment to his advantage.

However, while he's a good fighter in human form, as a canine he is extremely gifted in combat. Years of going head to head with boars and learning from real life hunting dogs has given him a special know how to throw down as a canine. He knows where to strike, when to strike and with a combination of both tenacity and a damn good grip, it is nearly impossible to get him to let go of a target unless he wants to.

Weaknesses:
-Academics-

Outside of certain historical topics, gym and topics that involve the natural world, Archer is a poor student. He's can't remember the last time he got an A on anything but physical education and there has been more then one occasion he has barely passed into the next grade. He's not stupid by any means, but when it comes to academics and book smarts, Archer is easily at the bottom of the class.

-Power Struggle-

Where most kids struggle with not being able to control their powers, Archer's issues with his abilities tend to be a bit more.. psychological. While he can shape-shift from human to dog with ease and excels at applying his powers to his every day life, Archer has a lot of trouble keeping his antics in canine form from carrying over to those when not shape shifted.

Because of this, he tends to have a lot of trouble with his manners, keeping his mouth shut and not doing stuff that might be considered extremely inappropriate by human standards.

A good example is his alpha male attitude and how he is completely unable to stomach people trying to belittle, provoke or otherwise disrespect him. Like an actual canine, he will respond aggressively to provocation and if somebody pushes him enough there *will* be a fight and Archer will do his best to make the other person regret messing with him or somebody he likes.

Fears: As a result of growing up in Australia, Archer has an innate aversion to spiders. While this isn't full blown arachnophobia, it isn't simply being uneasy around them either. As far as he's concerned, the only good spider is a dead spider.
Secret: When transformed into a dog, Archer's friendly behavior isn't actually influenced by the animal transformation like he tells people. It's just him without any inhibitions, acting like he does at home with his family. Despite the hard edged attitude he puts on, Archer's really at heart just a laid back guy that only gets mean when pushed.

Family Ties

Father: Wesley Thompson - 46(Deceased)

Nobody messed with Wes Thompson. Born and bred Australian outback, former member of the Australian SAS and security for U.N
sponsored missionaries during the Rwandan genocide in the early nineties, Wes Thompson was only good at three things. Raising a family, hunting and being the last person you want to screw with. Archer is in many ways like his father and it was Wesley's influence that made him into the person he is today. It was only until after he died that Archer's family started having issue with local harassment because of his status as a meta-human, the main reason that his mother moved back to the United States.

Wesley was killed during a hunt by a full grown male boar during his attempt to save a fellow hunter when it had pinned the man to the ground. The attempt, while successful, ended up with the boar turning on Wesley and goring him to death. Archer was very close with his father and he has yet to recover from the impact of his death completely.

Mother: Michelle Thompson - 40

Wesley's sole surviving parent, Michelle was a member of the peace corps and in Rwanda when she met her future husband, who she married after they both left Africa. A strong natured and stubborn woman, Michelle had little time to mourn her husband
when she and her daughter started to be harassed by local townsfolk because of Archer's status as a meta-human. It was her decision to leave Australia for America. While Archer isn't as close with her as he was his father, he still loves and respects her far more then anyone else alive.

Siblings: Haley Thompson - 14

Haley is a tomboy. She likes hunting, dogs, ATVing and all the outdoorsy stuff her brother can't do as often because he's stuck in school. While she's a lot like Archer in a number of ways, she is far kinder then her brother will ever be. The two of them have a love hate relationship like most siblings. Haley for her part, is annoyed by Archer's constant overprotectiveness of her and the fact that he makes it a point to frighten away any potential boyfriends. Archer tends to consider her a smug bitch, though he still loves her as any good brother does a younger sibling. Woe betide to anyone that
even looks at her the wrong way.

Any Other Important People:The Pack

The Thompson family has four dogs. A neopolitan mastiff bullmastiff mix named Booker, a boergreyhound named Digger, an American bulldog dogo mix named Boomer, and a bull terrier dogo mix named Butcher. Each are male, none are neutered. Boomer belongs to Haley, Digger belonged to Wesley, Butcher belongs to Archer and Booker belongs to Michelle. They're between three and seven years old, with Boomer being the youngest and Digger being the oldest.

History

Born in the depths of Australia's northern bush to a nurse and a former soldier, Archer's earliest memories consisted of the Thompson families first dog, a rather bad tempered wolfhound bullmastiff mix that would help his dad bring home dinner for him, his mother and his baby sister. As far as he can remember, Archer's life has always involved canines at one point or another. That didn't make it any less of a surprise when, not long after his eleventh birthday, he ended up spontaneously turning into a dog while trying to escape a pissed off emu.

It wasn't long after that exact incident that officials from Kocher showed up on the Thompson's doorstep, looking to whisk Archer away to Switzerland and their fancy pants school. Despite Archer's attempts to thwart this relocation during the school year, he still ended up on a flight to Europe.

Over the years, he'd earn a reputation as one of the local trouble makers and in his youth he was always getting into fights and doing typical school rebel stuff like writing on bathroom stalls with marker and using his dog form to spy on his teachers. Anger was always an issue, even in his first year at school and came about as a result of spending a lot of time away from his family and having few friends at Kocher. While the vandalizing and trouble making eventually went away, Archer never grew out of his issues with anger.

It was near the end of last school year at Kocher when he got the call.. his father had died. His father and friends were out hunting when a particularly nasty boar dragged one of them into the bushes. His father went in after it and managed to drive the boar off, but not before it mortally wounded him with a tusk wound to the liver. He died before help arrived to the scene. He was giving a leave of absence from Kocher, which would be extended permanently once his mother decided to move back home to America when the locals turned on them. They'd always disliked Archer and his family, but as long as his father was alive nobody dared to make trouble. Come July, Archer and his family were living on his aunts farm in Texas.

After spending the summer mourning his father and making sure his family was taken care of, Archer found himself thrust into life at Hammel, a strange new school with strange new people. A new chapter of his life had begun.

Roleplay Example

It was cold winter night in northern Australia when Matt La Trobe was settling down for bed. Dressed in a pair of underwear and nothing else, the thirty five year old trailer living, blonde haired and blue eyed caucasian man had spent the last twelve hours sneaking around the old Thompson residence. Ever since Wesley had died and his mean as hell son had disappeared, the Thompson women had been all alone. Matt had always had a crush on Mrs Thompson, but the last time he'd been caught snooping around her husband had promised that the next time he'd break Matt's neck. But there was no more Wesley.. so Michelle was free for him to peek at, along with her sweet little daughter.

Or so he thought.

Laying upon the beat up old mattress in the back of his trailer, Matt was enjoying himself more then a few beers. The smell of liquor and wheat hung in the air as he downed bottle after bottle. Matt had always been a drinker, ever since his wife had left him on account of the business with their daughter six years back. He'd never lost much sleep over it, but then he'd never been the type of person to care about the consequences of his actions. Now well past drunk, Matt didn't really have much on his mind but sleep. The last thing that would cross his mind, was the sound of something breathing heavily outside his window seconds before he drifted off to sleep.

It was several hours later when he woke up to the feeling of heated breath upon his face.

Opening his eyes, the first thing that Matt saw was another pair staring back at him. The moment he tried to jerk for his gun he felt his hand strike something large and hairy, along with the sound of a deep snarl. It was enough to warn him that if he wanted
to live, he'd better keep still. Through the hangover and the other effects late night drinking gifted upon him in the darkness, he was quickly able to decipher who was in the trailer with him. He could recognize the wedge shaped head of the dogo, bull terrier mixture standing over him on the bed. The monsterous brindle shape to his right could have only been the mastiff mix. He knew that the other two were somewhere nearby, but his fear had locked his body in place. Matt made no sound, instead simply waiting to die.

Death never showed up.

Instead of the sound of the dogs butchering him in his own home came the sound of not canine, but human footsteps. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a naked human figure approach the bed. Wesley, he thought, alcohol clouding his mind for a moment before he remembering the man had died a week past. It was then that he knew who was in the tent with him. "Kid.. please don't..," was all he managed to get out before the he heard the animal standing over him snarl a warning.

"You heard Butch mate.. shut up," warned the figure to the side of his bed as he got down on one knee. Again he had to repress the idea that Wesley Thompson was back from the dead and remind himself that it was his freak of a son in the trailer with him, along with the vicious killing machines that the Thompsons kept. He wouldn't say that out load. Instead, as Wesley stared at him face to face, he'd feel a sinking feeling in his gut. Minutes would pass like hours as they stared at each other until after almost five minutes Matt would finally find the balls to ask, "What do you want from me?"

"I know what you did Matt."

The words came out nice and slow, without a hint of aggression or hostility to them, yet the look in the young man's eyes was enough to make a chill run up his spine. "I.. I didn't do anything.. I didn't touch your sister.." he stammered out, his mind going back to the previous night spent in the bushes outside of the Thompson home, watching fourteen year old Haley as she brushed her hair in the window. He remember thinking thoughts he hadn't in years and trying to force himself to go home, but it had been too hard. The things he'd wanted to do. "I swear.. I wouldn't.."

"I'm not talking about my sister."

This times the words hit him like a hammer to the skull. He felt his bladder weaken as he realized what Wesley's son spoke of, the scent of urine filling the room as his bed sheet and underwear stained. The dogs had grown silent to the point that even the sound of him pissing himself was echoed about the room. The fact that neither the dogs or their master gave any indication of noticing made it all the more horrifying for Matt. He tried to call out for help, but all that came from his lips was a croak, pure fear having tightened his vocal cords beyond anything else. Tears had started to well up in his eyes and all he could do was listen to Archer Thompson as the sixteen year old, naked as the day he was born, stood up and began to speak.

"I've always know about what you did to her Matt.. your daughter," he said as he paced over to the fridge and opened it up. Only now was Matt himself free to glance about the room and find the two other dogs, the dogo ambull mix and the boergreyhound, sitting at the rear of his trailer. Reaching a hand into the fridge, he'd pull out an ice cold Red Stripe.

"Your ex wife and daughter stayed with us for a bit after what happened.. and the only reason you're didn't die long ago was because me dad had good control of his anger." Pulling a bottle opener from a drawer, he'd crack open the fist size bottle and take a swig. Giving a soft "Mmmmm," and wiping the froth from his lips, he'd turn to glance towards Matt again. The two dogs that had been at the rear of the trailer stood up and moved forward in the darkness like twin shadows, appearing next to the bed where their master had been.

"Truth is Matt.. I've always had to fight back the urge to do the same whenever I saw you walking around town," he said as he slowly approached the bed. "Sure you served a couple years in jail mate.. got a piece of your own medicine maybe.. but we both know that the damage you did to her is as good as done," he said, giving the man on the bed a disgusted look. Butcher, the bull terrier dogo mix standing on top of him, gave another growl. "Hell.. Butch's always hated your guts, that alone's a good reason far as I'm concerned to bleed you dry." He'd accent that last bit with a cruel chuckle, which would have caused Matt to spring another leak if he had anything left in his bladder to wet the bed with. A second later they were face to face.

"And make no mistake, if you'd have done what you were thinking bout to me sister you wouldn't have woke up at all tonight," he snarled. "I'd have ripped you apart myself and you know that they'd have never found your body." Matt knew that Archer wasn't lying. Nobody knew the bush around where they lived like the Thompson family freak, as the locals called him behind his back. He was like a boogeyman to some, a living nightmare that should have been killed when he first showed signs of being a freak. But then nobody had the balls to go after him. They never had the guts to throw down with momma Thompson's baby boy and Matt was getting a first hand lesson why that was.

Archer's breath would beat upon Matt's face as he stood there, the stare down lasting about several seconds until Matt looked away, unable to meet the brown, cruel eyes that glared at him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and a whimper sounded out. He would have screamed out in terror if he could as Archer's strong hand snapped around his jaw and pulled his face back to look him in the eyes again. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you piece of shit," snarled Archer. "In one week me and me family are moving away. If I even see you within a hundred feet of my sister or my mother, I will bleed you right there on the ground. I will grab your god damn neck and I won't let go until it looks like a piece of butchered beef, do you understand me? Nod you piece of shit!" growled Archer, Matt shaking his head up and down as the tears flowed from his eyes.

Archer wasn't done yet though. "And one more thing...," he said, his voice going grim. "I'm going to keep tabs on this place.. and so help me god if I ever find out you did it again I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth and end your worthless life. You can't hide from me, you can't outrun me and wherever you go I will find you, so you better be a good boy and keep away from any kids and only stick it in people who want it. Do you understand!?!" he snarled and this time Matt, like an infant, would start to cry nice and loud. It was what he'd wanted to hear, the same sound that the man's daughter had made over half a decade ago.

Archer Thompson stared long and hard at the pathetic human being weeping before him before getting to his feet. Turning around, he'd make his way across the room and grab the rest of the pack from the fridge, before making his way out of the trailer. In his wake came the Thompson families trusted dogs, exiting the trailer single file before disappearing into the cold Australian winter night.

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It was several hours later when the sunset rose upon the western horizon and Archer found himself standing in the town graveyard where they'd buried his father. Standing before the stone grave that marked the spot where Wesley Thompson rested below the ground, Archer, dressed in a black hooded sweat shirt, blue jeans and a pair of his favorite hiking boots slowly drained his second bottle of Red Stripe. It was the only common thing about his father and the scum bag whose fridge he'd raided. They both had good taste in beer.

Tears stained his cheeks where he'd spent the last several hours crying over his father's grave. He'd cried like a baby, cried until he couldn't breath and had only stopped when there were no more tears left. He hadn't had time to weep for his dad yet. In Archer's mind, he had to be strong for his mom and sister. Years ago when he was little, his dad had always told him to take care of his sister and mom when he was away. It wasn't until he read the will and found those same words that he realized his dad just wasn't being fatherly to him when he said that. He'd always expected that one day he wouldn't be able to come back. Every time he went out to put food on the table, he'd always made sure that his son knew what to do if he didn't return.

He hadn't come alone to mourn however. Surrounding him were the dogs, each one of them staring at the grave where somehow they knew their master rested. Even though he was able to turn into a dog himself, he'd never been able to find out just how animals knew some of the things they did. He'd never had that sixth sense that they seemed to have, never was able to instantly tell if a person was good or bad and had never been able to pick up on the stuff that all dogs knew. Turning into a dog was one thing, but no matter how hard he tried he would never *be* a real dog.

He knew what he was supposed to be now though.

"I get it now dad," he said as he stared at the grave, dark circles underneath his eyes. "I get what you were always trying to tell me." Finishing off his third beer of the night, he'd pull the last one out of the pack and open it up. He'd always dreamed of how when he was older, he'd be able to drink with his father when he went to he bar after work. Archer had always imagined how it would go, how his father would buy him a round and then tell that the rest is on him. Wesley had never forced anything upon his son. Wesley Thompson had always lead by example and had shown his son through his own actions what a man really is. As far as Archer was concerned there was no better man that had ever lived, no stronger man that had ever walked the earth. And he wasn't gonna let him down by being some push over that people walked all over, or somebody that stood by and watched as assholes got their way.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of mum.. and I'll make sure Haley grows up right.. don't you worry." Taking the open bottle, he'd make a shallow little divit in the soft earth which covered his father's casket. He'd pour half the bottle out on the ground, before setting it down and taking a step back. "I'll miss you dad..," he said softly, before turning around and making his way across the graveyard. Stopping a good thirty feet away from his fathers grave, he'd bring two fingers to his lips and whistle for the dogs. One by one they'd leave, until his father's boergreyhound would remain. Several seconds would pass before slowly, the last of he four would turn and walk slowly over to the rest of the pack. Glancing over the dogs, Archer smiled and said..

"Let's go home boys."

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