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Wild Turtle the Evil Goop
Wickd
Legacy Name: Wickd
The
Common Experiment #696Owner: lrelia
Age: 13 years, 2 months
Born: February 9th, 2013
Adopted: 13 years, 2 months ago
Adopted: February 9th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 6
- Strength: 14
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 10
- Health: 13
- HP: 10/13
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Beach Comber
It's an empowering thing, carrying a gun. It's like you have the choice between life and death right there in your hand.
These were the kinds of thoughts that crossed the mind of the assassin as he screwed the silencer onto the muzzle of his USP .45. His parents weren't exactly the best at their job. At least, not parenting. They raised him to be this way, cold and heartless, at least before a job. It's a side of himself that he hides in social situations, especially if he ever wants to feel the warmth of a woman's body pressed against his. Feelings like "love" weren't really in his repertoire of emotion, but he was taught to emulate it well. There were many things wrong with his upbringing, and they were all for shaping him into an assassin that could complete any job.
Wickd looked down at his father, a disgusting and broken man. His eyes looked the same as everyone else he killed face-to-face, choking on his own blood, tears streaming down his cheeks. Such a hardened killer shouldn't have been able to show emotion, even in times like this...
Or so he thought.
"Goodbye, father..." he uttered before twisting his father's head until a loud crack could be heard. Looking up through the circular, stained glass window in the ceiling of the Church, he closed his eyes as if he were cleansed by the colored light pouring through. He was left with nothing, now. No attachment to this world, now that both of his parents were dead. What could possibly be harder to kill than the man who raised you? He couldn't even imagine as the feeling of grief began to overcome him.
He had done something he could never take back, but his mother had been avenged.