Information
Sasha
Legacy Name: Carver
The Glacier Devonti
Owner: Prose
Age: 14 years, 2 months, 4 days
Born: March 3rd, 2010
Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: March 11th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 24
- Speed: 10
- Health: 13
- HP: 13/13
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
I learned about my father's death from the front page of my evening newspaper.MURDER, the headline read. Death by successful businessman.We were never really close, the two of us. But you'd think that the death of your last surviving family member would be something someone would contact you about.I learned that night that his death wasn't the only thing about my father that I had been oblivious to.It was a scene straight from the set of some thriller film. I was sitting alone in my apartment, just having read of my father's demise, when someone knocked on the door.Next thing I knew some brute of a man had a gun pointed at my head. These two guys forced their way in, locking the door.You Ivan's son? The littler guy had one of those grating New Yorker accents. I just nodded. So whoever killed my father wanted me dead too. Apparently dad had made some enemies since I had last seen him.I was forced into a chair, and the little guy handcuffed my hands together behind the back. Because little, scrawny ol' me looked like such a threat.That's when I learned that my dad wasn't just some bartender on Times Square; he'd been involved in a crime ring for years. He was a hitman. He killed other people just to make a quick buck.But he'd slipped up. He had gotten careless in the end and couldn't finish a job. I like to think he just wanted an easy way out.And so these two 'gentlemen' were here to 'recruit' me in my father's place. They made it pretty clear that I didn't have much of a choice. Apparently, my father had some sort of debt to his boss, which explained why I got off the hook so easily after my drunken car wreck a few years prior. This debt needed paying, and it looked like it had fallen to me to clear my family's name.But don't think I felt honored to do such a thing, oh, no. It was explained to me in lovely detail exactly what would happen to me if I refused. I was stuck in the job thanks to my idiot father, and I sure as hell didn't know how to kill a man.And so began my life of crime. I started almost six years ago, and I'm not even a halfway there yet. I was forced to drop out of school, and, once you kill someone, you're never the same mentally. I suppose it's only a matter of time before I end up like my father.
Pet Treasure
Winsome Rogue Broken Handcuff
Police Thigh Holster
Oddly Ornate Revolver
Survivors Pump Action Shotgun
Police Shoulder Holster
Vera
Common Six-Shooter
Fashion Police Gun
Survivors Handgun with Holster
Winsome Rogue Gun Holsters
Feisty Heroine Garter Gun
Silver Bullet
Survivors Shotgun Shell Belt
Target Sticker
The Plague Ruffies
Plain Bagel
Chamomile Tea
Honey and Lemon Tea
Vegetarian Garden Vegetable Soup
Vegetarian Creamy Tomato Soup
Vegetarian Black Bean Soup
Vegetarian Crepe