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Bootleg has a minion!

Zero the Steiny




Bootleg
Legacy Name: Bootleg


The Nightmare Harvester
Owner: Thestral

Age: 10 years, 7 months, 4 days

Born: January 12th, 2012

Adopted: 9 years, 7 months, 4 days ago

Adopted: January 12th, 2013

Statistics


  • Level: 11
     
  • Strength: 15
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 13
     
  • Health: 13
     
  • HP: 13/13
     
  • Intelligence: 15
     
  • Books Read: 15
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Sprout Tender


Story

Bootleg leaned against the wall and stared into the tiny shop across the street. He tapped his scythe against the wall, waiting for the proper moment. After a minute of observing, he watched as a large man, his face hidden beneath the hood of his jacket walked into the store. An unnerving smile appeared on Bootleg's bony face as he followed the man in through the door.

Rows of designer purses filled the walls of the shop. Bootleg stepped silently around the man and came to rest behind the glass display case of watches. He scowled at the sight of the merchandise. Fool, Bootleg thought. These fakes aren't worth a penny. I could spot these a mile away. Of course, Bootleg had a keener eye than some, having worked in the counterfeit business for many years before his death. But he wasn't here to look at the merchandise; he was more interested in its owner.

The man who had entered the shop disappeared into a back room. He returned moments later carrying a cardboard box. Stepping out of the main door, he looked quickly about at the street and then shut, and locked, the door. He flipped the sign to 'Closed' and waited. As the man stood there beside the box, nervously tapping his fingers, Bootleg saw the man's hands go towards his waist, where a gun lay concealed. When he reached towards the gun, his sleeve slipped up, revealing a small X on his wrist.

Bootleg clenched the bones that were all that were left of his hands. The tattoo was the marking of his rival gang, the North End, who constantly got into turf wars with the other gangs over who they were dealing drugs to. It had been a member of the North End gang who had gotten Bootleg at last. He was just on a typical buy, picking up some goods from his supplier, when, on the way back to his apartment, he had been stopped by a gang member. The North End-er had held up a gun and told him to hand over the goods, but, Bootleg being the man he was, reached for his gun instead. It hadn't ended well for him. Since then, he had spent his time watching men like the shop owner in their final moments of life, waiting to drag them down to the depths of hell, where they would suffer for their actions in life.

Just then, a man walked by the store. Bootleg got a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm as he raised his gun and began shooting. It was time to collect another soul.

Credits:
Profile by Ringo
Wonderful Prose by Shakespeare
Art by Boofrickityhoo

Pet Treasure


Arid Six-Shooter

Box of Souls

Harvester Scythe of Doom

Sunburnt Ghost

Squishy Skeleton Plushie

Common Six-Shooter

Oddly Ornate Revolver

Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun with Machete

Dark Baby Ghost

Graveyard Six-Shooter

Hammer of the Ghost

Common Six-Shooter

Skull

Darkmatter Six-Shooter

Blue Ghostish Beanbag

Arid Six-Shooter

Twilight Six-Shooter

Sun Six-Shooter

Field Six-Shooter

Stone Falcata

Police Shoulder Holster

Winsome Rogue Gun Holsters

Krad

Death Mage Amulet

Heart on a Stick

Slayer of Souls

Harvester Scythe of Doom

Darkness Shard

Scythe

Death Shard

Dark Death Potion

Death Soul Stone

Soul Stone

Random Scimitar

Blackest Sword of Darkest Death

Filled Gold Lovely Ale Mug

Fashion Police Gun

Book of Death

Death Arrowhead

Illumis Sun Scythe

Box of Souls

Death Dreamcatcher

Death Charm

Illumis Sun Scythe

Pumpkin Candy Scythe

Bloodied Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun with Machete

Pet Friends