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Dunbar has a minion!

Janie the Little Dear




Dunbar


The Marsh Devonti
Owner: Scarlett

Age: 5 years, 10 months, 6 days

Born: July 13th, 2007

Adopted: 5 years, 10 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 13th, 2007 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
June 22nd, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 543
     
  • Strength: 1,361
     
  • Defense: 1,358
     
  • Speed: 1,369
     
  • Health: 1,360
     
  • HP: 1,337/1,360
     
  • Intelligence: 556
     
  • Books Read: 540
  • Food Eaten: 373
  • Job: Hotel Owner


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Profile Art: Ilya

Profile: Assiejj_x

I know it sounds strange to some people but where I come from it's very common. See, back in the old days, families used to sell their daughters to the highest bidder. Back then it was whoever had the most pigs and chickens to offer the father. As years went by, the currency changed. Nowdays, it's cash. That and whoever has the best social standing. Those usually go hand in hand. If you're wealthy then you're at the top of the social ladder. But not in my case.

I'm wealthy but my social skills are lacking. And though I was born and raised here, I didn't stick around long enough after I turned eighteen to make many friends or acquaintances. Besides, I grew up in the poor part of town. There's not many chances to be a social climber on those side of the tracks.

None of that matters though. I left town on my eighteenth birthday and began a military career. That's how it usually goes for boys like me. The poor, uneducated kid from the wrong side of town always winds up in one of two places; the army or the jail. I chose the army. I had two regrets after I left town. One: My mama died the following year and I never got to say goodbye.

My second regret was Emmylou. She was a few years younger than me with yellow hair the color of honey and the bluest eyes you ever saw. Her daddy's farm was right by ours and she used to sneak over to our place to play with my little sister, Holly. The first day I met Emmylou was the day I fell in love. I was eight years old. And to this day, twenty years later, I've still never met a woman that can hold a candle to my Emmylou.

I was in the military for almost ten years. During that time I joined a secret group, made a lot of money, and killed a lot of bad guys. I can't say much about my time with that group. Only that I was sent home a few months ago with a broken leg and a blown cover. Which, in my line of work, amounted to early retirement and a huge pension.

I had one goal in mind when I returned home; marry Emmylou. I didn't expect it to happen this way though.

I arrived back in town on a Tuesday. By Wednesday I'd already started hearing the rumors. Emmy's father was in debt. He was about to lose his farm and everything he'd worked for. I would have gladly loaned the money to Ol' Jed. Hell, I'd grown up right by their farm. I even worked for him one summer. But I knew Jed wouldn't accept the money. He's a proud man. Instead, he'd finally started looking for a suitable husband for his daughter.

Around here, a suitable husband means the man with the most money. Immediately after the announcement, Byron Callaway threw his name in the ring. He easily had the most money around town and was on top of the social food chain. Most other interested men quickly withdrew their offers. No one could compete with Byron.

See, everyone around here knows that Byron has always been heavy handed with his women. In our senior year he dated Georgia Stanton. She came to school one day with a broken arm and two black eyes. She claimed she fell down some stairs but several people saw Byron push her out of his car while going down the freeway. Apparently she changed the radio station.

I couldn't let a man like Byron get anywhere near my Emmy. So, I put my offer in with Jed and a week later, he accepted. I was ecstatic but Emmy wasn't. She wanted true love and courtship. Being auctioned off to the highest bidder made her feel cheap, even though my offer was very large.

I didn't buy her as a slave or a sex toy. I've never even touched her and we've been married for two months now. Yet, she trembles when I come into a room and she always looks close to tears when I speak to her. I don't know what else I can do to earn her affection. I'm always soft-spoken and gentle around her. I make sure she has everything she wants and needs.

Why is she so scared of me? Is it the scars? Is it my military background and all of the rumors that came along with it? I've heard what they say about me, and some of it is true. But doesn't she know that I could never hurt her?

I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying to prove my worth to her. One day she will see. One day she will understand just how much I love her. One day...

Pet Treasure


Sniper Miniature

Cyborg Soldier Dog Tags

Blue Decorative Medal

Veterans Medals

Army Jacket

Olive Pilot Hat

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