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Charles Bennett
Legacy Name: Charles Bennett


The Cream Feli
Owner: Kikariri

Age: 13 years, 2 months, 2 days

Born: January 16th, 2013

Adopted: 13 years, 2 months, 2 days ago

Adopted: January 16th, 2013

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Just remember, if you look in the face of evil,evil's gonna look right back at you.
It's fate, we all know someday it's going to happen. As much as we try to convince ourselves it will be different. That the person holds your heart; only needs you. But someday - and someday soon.They'll find someone else to fill that void. And your world will fade into darkness; as the years roll by you start to collect dust. Until you can barely move. You become weak, fragile. Until you start to crack.
Someday that light may return; the emptiness in your heart starts to swell when you see them again. The hope of sharing that bond once more crumbles apart in seconds. When you're tossed away. Because who could ever love a ruined, and broken doll?.You're unwanted, garbage. You've suffered for so long, you can no longer feel the anguish that once consumed your very soul. It's replaced with a new darkness - an anger, until it takes control. And you're too far gone. They'll regret ever abandoning you.After all, not all Misfits stay Broken.

Her hand twitched in anticipation; watching the bodies move against their binds. She knew has much as the struggled they wouldn't be able to get out of this mess. The thought only thrilled her more. "When the Queen finds out about this-" the man's shouting pulled her out of her fantasy; a scowl crossed her face looming over the man gripping his face, her nails digging into his cheeks. "The Queen will never find out". Shoving his face to the side she took a step back; looking from the man who spoke out; he always did have a sharp tongue. Of course those would be the last words he'd ever speak. It was strange; these two men she once had half a thought to call comrades we're so quick to turn her over. Once they found out her little secret; of course despite their best efforts the news they acquired would never reach the Queen's ears. Just like so many others before them.
Sighing she shook her head; allowing the tips of her fingers to run across the steel table; "such a waste, two perfect strong, brave men, to lose them at war.." she shook her head. "I'm sure there must be someone out there who'll mourn for you; or..at least what will be left of you."

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