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Hrokr has a minion!

the Dead Person




Hrokr
Legacy Name: Hrokr


The Graveyard Fester
Owner: AFI

Age: 17 years, 11 months, 4 days

Born: May 23rd, 2006

Adopted: 11 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 8th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 64
     
  • Strength: 145
     
  • Defense: 56
     
  • Speed: 61
     
  • Health: 36
     
  • HP: 36/36
     
  • Intelligence: 85
     
  • Books Read: 85
  • Food Eaten: 24
  • Job: Pawnbroker


Story In Progress


What I am

History:
~Already dead he's recounting his story in purgatory after his last murder of police officer Lowe's partner, who's now after him.

Why I'm Here

Background:
By age 9 I'd killed more mice, a stray cat, a rabbit, and finally a dark feathered bird. When I caught that bird I was more surprised than anything. I thought I'd never get one. Its feathers were shiny, so black it looked blue. I wanted those shiny feathers so I started pulling them off the bird. I didn't manage to get a good clean feather till a couple of tries in, that's when I got the hang of pulling them out correctly since before I'd end up bending them so bad that they wouldn't straighten out. The bird was featherless at the end of it just lying there. I wanted to see it inside and used my Swiss Army Knife on its legs first. The texture was different and so I took my knife and tried to scrape off what I thought were scales on its clawed legs like you would take corn off a cob. I went faster and faster till I hit the bone and back up to its belly. Hollowed out the eyes and pushed my fingers in to get them down and through its mouth. That's when I started hearing swoosh sounds and looked around as a few more black birds settled on the trees around me.

I wanted to keep this black bird for myself. I wanted its parts so I took him home and since I knew how to make my own camp fire I took one of the pots from the kitchen and went out behind the shed and shoveled a small pit so I can make it. Mom and dad were long gone since it was workday with no school for me, except for the nanny that mostly kept herself busy in the house left me with all the free time I needed. I boiled that black bird, took all its meat off them bones and found the skull intriguing. I didn't expect to see two different colors for the beak and skull. There it was, stark white against this grayish beak fused together. I knew I'd have to get another black birds right then. I wanted one whole skull and another separated into the two parts.

Voice of the Victims

First Kill:
Parents
Trigger: Moving

Murders:
17 Total
Document 12 with only gender, weapon, CoD
Only write of the last 5
1. Old woman in her home; crochet needle; puncture of carotid artery (neck), exsanguination
2. Last train rider on secluded road (male); knife; stab wound to lower back; abdomen, internal bleeding
3. Late night grocery store cart attendant (male); stun gun followed by slit throat; exsanguination
4. Man fishing at the river, killed at the banks; fishing wire; strangulation
5. Matthews

A Wanted Man:
After the 14th kill is when he was being hunted down by Lowe

Confrontation:

Death:

Credit

+ Profile by Ringo
+ Headshot by NikonD40
+ Skull Art by CORE

Pet Treasure


Steel Casserole Pot

Grave Robbers Manual

Grave Reminder

Torn Blood Stained Fabric Patch

Injured Little Bird

Fester Skull

Pet Friends