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Fritz
Legacy Name: Fritz

The

Golden Malticorn
Owner:

Nataku

Age: 18 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: February 22nd, 2006

Adopted: 14 years, 3 weeks, 4 days ago

Adopted: April 5th, 2010

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Statistics

Level: 100
Strength: 255
Defense: 251
Speed: 251
Health: 250
HP: 250/250
Intelligence: 25
Books Read: 25
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Manager

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He'd always found great irony that the name 'Fritz' was supposed to mean 'Peace Keeper.' It has sounded like an admirable thing when he was younger, but he'd long since realized many years ago that it was not but a farce, there was always another fight to be fought, another war to be won, all for the sake of 'Peace.'
Really, Fritz regularly came to wonder if unicorns were merely creatures that existed for war and nothing more. If, as his forefathers had told him, every thing a Fritz was designed for was for a purpose; then were not his cloven hooves razor edged to cut down those who stood against him? Were not his legs long and his body strong to let him catch any foe, so that his horn, stained red as it were and with a point finer than any sword could run them through?

These thoughts came to him often as he sat late at night studying the latest chart or report. Every thing the Fritz clan had done was for peace. But peace for who? It certainly wasn't peace for the Fritz clan, every last one of his predecessors back ten generations and probably more had died fighting someone else's war for 'peace.' So then who was it for?
The crown around his neck tingled, and he sighed. He knew better than to ask that question, even to himself. A Fritz always worked for the one who had captured them. Collared them. Sometimes he really loathed that fact. Hated how his clan had been bound by that law for millenia. But what could he do about it? Nothing was the unfortunate answer, for all the power a Fritz possessed to lay armies asunder and bring nations to their knees, that single, simple, delicate loop around his neck was immune to all his power.

"The Fritz are guardians of the royal families." those words were intoned throughout his childhood. "Fritz are not royalty, although we wear crowns. The crown is how the Fritz is differentiated from those it protects. Our crown is but a collar, no matter how many jewels it has or what fine material it is made of. Never forget it is nothing but a collar which signifies the ancient contract. You will answer the call of the crown, and do as ordered, no matter what. Limb or life mean nothing in the face of your order."

Yes, he would do as ordered, he would bring peace, even if he had to personally cut down every last person who so much as thought out against him.
"Don't you think that's a bit of overkill?"
Fritz barely spared a glance, he knew who it was, although they hadn't been there a minute before. He snorted, "I rather didn't figure 'overkill' would be part of Death's vocabulary."
"Exceed quota one month, it'll only be that much harder to meet the next." the dark figure replied whimsically, casually taking one of the packet's from Fritz' desk.
"As though you've ever had a problem with that." Fritz replied dryly. "And do you mind? I haven't finished that."
An eyebrow raised over violet irises as he ignored Fritz and flipped through the packet. "It's the principle you know. I only like shuffling so many schedules at a time. And what is this Concurrent Resources in Em-"
"CREW. And I'd like to think of it as... outsourcing."
"Building your own personal army?"
"If you must call it that."
There was a dark laugh, "I like the way you think unicorn."
And then Fritz was alone again, as though no one had ever been there. He rubbed the crown around his neck absently as he straightened the papers back out. It would bring peace, he would make sure of it.

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