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The day that his eyes were open to the real world, he learnt that he no longer wanted to be part of it.
He was in no way suicidal or anything, seeing as what he was would just draw him back with a good reboot and a couple simple repairs. But from the eyes of a Persocom he seen the world as a tainted selfish place that would only use his twin brother and himself. That was exactly what happened most of the time as well. Between the two of them, his younger twin was obviously the more cute and naive, even after countless restarts. He was shy, gently, blonde, and fair skinned with bright blue eyes. His small white and pink ears sat neatly on his head as his gold horns twirled around and off of them. The Persocom that he knew originally as Zagami was the ideal boyfriend to many predators and exactly what everyone wanted.
Krys on the other hand, was nothing that anyone wanted.
Krys was made as a twin, a companion piece for Zagami. His hair was made a deep black, his skin as fair as his twins, and they each had the same soft gentle blue eyes. Krys' ears were positioned lower on his head, the black and pink ears seeming to try and avoid contact. His spiral horns were a snow white against his hair, showing the obvious contrast in character between the twins. Both were born with long hair, close to their waist, but by the time that Krys had learnt and gotten fed up with the world he had cut his twins short, and his own just as short.
No matter what, to Krys, this world always held something he didn't want to be part of. A Persocom's job was to be owned by someone. Be someones slave basically. That was something that Krys didn't want to be. So from the moment he could, he got his own memory bank cleared of everything but his twins existence, and started his life, if you could call it that, over.
Krys was now his own being.
Though with having no owner, he always had to run. He began to hide his ears, one main thing that gave away his being. Usually he's seen with a rabbit hoodie over his head, the jut out for the ears holding the smakl ears on each side of his head. He pierced the precious skin that will never heal or scar over the holes from where they were. His lip, eyebrows, ears, and other places that he hid. Though, he still needed to somehow recharge, power himself up to keep on running. That was when he picked up a job that he would one day regret.
He began to sell himself to others. He would allow them to do anything to him but place their ownership on him, and overnight all he asked for was a port to charge in. Son, people began to crave his body that wouldn't bleed or break. And that was when he found Maxton.
The kid was a bit like him. Someone who was running away from the life that was lead out for him, but he refused. When he was offered a place to stay at the back of the bar with him, Krys took it. He soon fit in with the small gang of misfits that Maxton called friends, and was soon included in them himself as well. Since then, Maxton and Krys have been working at the bar with Eliad, a gruff man in his mid twenties. He isn't that bad, he just has to remember to shower more often.
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