Jacob

Jacob had lead the peaceful life of a farmer for many years, raised as a hard working child with little bit of schooling before the harvest season and during the winter. Though and lean in body and with a natural sort of wisdom that one may find among those who care for the land. Learning to grow crops with his bare paws and tools and machines. He grew up as his parents grew old, taking the farm as his inheritance when they eventually passed away. He kept the circle of life going as he found a cute ursine lass to take as a wife, courting and dating her, before the two eventually fell in love and married. Three children, two boys and the youngest a girl. He was secure in knowing he would have heirs, and that after he grew old like his parents before him, the farm would kept being worked, and the family tradition would keep on going. Everything should have kept going in the natural circle of life, until a freak accident with his machines caused his arm to be snagged in the whirling blades. Chopping and cutting the Ursine and spewing out a blood red mist on the other side. Screams of pain were his last cries, as the machine claimed his life, ripping flesh and bone, and drawing him in more as it riped his whole body to shreds. His eldest son was able to take over the farm, but many hard years passed for the family, as Jacob left the mortal coil in one of the most painful ways imaginable. Now, he's here. And he's none too happy about his lifespan cut short, when he had all the golden years to look forward to.