Information
Kyree
Legacy Name: Kyree
The
Storm NoktoaOwner:
DragonsAge: 10 years, 10 months, 1 week
Born: June 13th, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 10 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: June 13th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 1
- Food Eaten: 3
- Job: Unemployed
The Mob Boss
Barcello Family
The once beautiful mansion had turned into a blood-drenched hellscape.
Bodies littered the floor along with pieces of them that hadn't made it through the battle, brain and skull fragments scattered around the living like leaves in the fall. The ones that remained of the home knelt on the floor, guns trained at their backs and nicely dressed men standing before them.
"You made your point," one of the spat. He was an older man, lines in his face carved by the experiences he had lived through. Testaments of his strength. Yet all that strength had proved futile in the face of the overwhelming power that had rushed in through his front doors. "Who's your leader? What do you want?" The men stepped aside as the doors of the living room opened, allowing a wheelchair to roll in. A young woman sat regally upon it, a blanket thrown over her legs and a hat tipped sideways on her head to shadow her face. She was small compared to the rest of them and as she came to a stop the quiet that followed was deafening.
Then it was broken by a single snicker and suddenly all of the room erupted in harsh and whispered laughter.
"This is your leader?" The man coughed as he laughed, fixing her with a cruel stare. "You got daddy issues, little girl? Wanted these men to prove themselves to you by coming in here?" The blanket was thrown off and before he could blink a single shot blew chunks of his head clean off his neck and the laughter died in an instant.
"You're exactly right!" She praised as she tossed her used shotgun carelessly at one of the men by her side, the dead man toppling to his side. "Daddy issues is why I'm here!" She hefted two machine guns up that had been nestled between her legs, hidden beneath the blanket, and balanced them on the armrests of her wheelchair. "It seems many of you do not recognize me so allow me to introduce myself. I am Kyree Barcello, also known as the Owl of the North, and I promise you I have no need for men to prove themselves to me." The silence that followed her introduction was suffocating and she smiled pleasantly at their cowed expressions. "Now then, as I stated I've got daddy issues and I feel like you boys could help me out. Which one of you worthless slaves of my father will tell me where he is?"
Barcello Family
The once beautiful mansion had turned into a blood-drenched hellscape.
Bodies littered the floor along with pieces of them that hadn't made it through the battle, brain and skull fragments scattered around the living like leaves in the fall. The ones that remained of the home knelt on the floor, guns trained at their backs and nicely dressed men standing before them.
"You made your point," one of the spat. He was an older man, lines in his face carved by the experiences he had lived through. Testaments of his strength. Yet all that strength had proved futile in the face of the overwhelming power that had rushed in through his front doors. "Who's your leader? What do you want?" The men stepped aside as the doors of the living room opened, allowing a wheelchair to roll in. A young woman sat regally upon it, a blanket thrown over her legs and a hat tipped sideways on her head to shadow her face. She was small compared to the rest of them and as she came to a stop the quiet that followed was deafening.
Then it was broken by a single snicker and suddenly all of the room erupted in harsh and whispered laughter.
"This is your leader?" The man coughed as he laughed, fixing her with a cruel stare. "You got daddy issues, little girl? Wanted these men to prove themselves to you by coming in here?" The blanket was thrown off and before he could blink a single shot blew chunks of his head clean off his neck and the laughter died in an instant.
"You're exactly right!" She praised as she tossed her used shotgun carelessly at one of the men by her side, the dead man toppling to his side. "Daddy issues is why I'm here!" She hefted two machine guns up that had been nestled between her legs, hidden beneath the blanket, and balanced them on the armrests of her wheelchair. "It seems many of you do not recognize me so allow me to introduce myself. I am Kyree Barcello, also known as the Owl of the North, and I promise you I have no need for men to prove themselves to me." The silence that followed her introduction was suffocating and she smiled pleasantly at their cowed expressions. "Now then, as I stated I've got daddy issues and I feel like you boys could help me out. Which one of you worthless slaves of my father will tell me where he is?"
Pet Treasure
Pet Friends
Gave
Aren't you the perfect little experiment?
Gabriel
Oh darling, that life sings through our blood
Braxton
I have some work if you're interested, darling
Juliano
Here is the... payment you requested...