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Aputsiaq has a minion!

Tintoretto the Flaming Guy

Aputsiaq
Legacy Name: Aputsiaq

The

Spectrum Montre
Owner: Saddlebred

Age: 19 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: February 4th, 2007

Adopted: 19 years, 4 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 4th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Intense - Passionate - Jealous

The man pulled his heavy cloak snug to his body, burying his nose in the soft fox fur around the collar, attempting to smother himself from the sour stench of death and decay. The sharp, eye-watering scent choked the cobblestone street as he hurried down it. He was desperate to get home, away from the rotting bodies that lay in his path. He leaped over one. Then stopped and turned back. It was a little girl. She could only have been seven or eight. Sorrowfully he reached under his cloak, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. He bent gently on his knees, leaning down and covering the young victimâ€™s face with the cloth. He stood up again quickly and walked away, his pace less hurried.

A creaky wooden cart passed by, driven by two malnourished drafts. The man steering the horses looked almost as sick as the corpses piled in the cart. The man pulled his eyes away from the sickly other, hugging the burlap bag he held under his cloak. Tonightâ€™s supper. Two pounds of meat, the finest money could buy. And two long loaves of bread. He was wealthy, able to buy the best of what was available. But nothing was as good as what he had been forced to leave behind in Italy. He sighed, nuzzling into the fur again. Seeing the other less fortunate people in the village saddened him. He would usually stop and offer his food to the less fortunate. But this evening, all he could think about was getting home. Tonight the wind was bone chilling and all he wanted was the warm fireplace and the warm arms of his lover.

Finally reaching the door of his home, Aputsiaq took the iron knocker in his hand and banged it against the door. The metal ring thumped against the heavy wood. The actual ring was held in a gargoyleâ€™s mouth. Aputsiaq had carved it himself out of granite.

The door swung open and warm light spilled on the fur-cloaked man. His eyes lit up as his lover pulled him through the door, slamming it behind them. Aputsiaq let the bag fall from his arms, shrugged the cloak off his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around the other manâ€™s neck. Their lips met in a warm, loving kiss. When they pulled apart, Aputsiaq rested his head under his loverâ€™s chin, kissing the otherâ€™s neck, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

This was what made life worthwhile. This was what kept him here in this dark, plague-riddled world.

The Dark Ages drove everyone a little crazy.
"Knight, Death, and the Devil"

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

-The Reason, Hoobastank

The Treasures

Gargoyle Fragments
Fragments left over from Aputsiaqâ€™s work.
Skeletal Rat
This thing has been collecting dust in the corner for awhile now.
Five Golden Rings
Aputsiaqâ€™s most prized possesions - pure golden rings given to him by his lover. ♥️
Lantern
Some light for those dark, gloomy nights
Trapped Cream Quill
A fine quill for writing.
Coal
What Aputsiaq uses to line his eyes.
Plague-Doqtors Mask
Looks like this doctor didnâ€™t finish his rounds.
Plagued Rat Swarm
Theyâ€™re everywhere!
Pail Of Apples
A rare and delicious treat!