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Isaac_Slade
Legacy Name: Isaac_Slade

The

Graveyard Keeto
Owner:

OtakuOokami

Age: 17 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 28th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 28th, 2006 (Legacy)

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Statistics

Level: 15
Strength: 37
Defense: 38
Speed: 30
Health: 37
HP: 37/37
Intelligence: 50
Books Read: 47
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Bathroom Cleaner

Personal Stats:
Class: Dark Mage
Personality: Quite Possibly Evil
Strength: Strong magical abilities
Weakness: His Ego
Theme Song: "Enter Sandman" by Metalica
Video: LEATHER PANTS~!
Art: OtakuOokami's Portrait of me, Yet another portrait of my by OtakuOokami (I'm not grumpy...)

My parents were everything to me. They were my dearest friends, my teachers in the dark arts, my heroes. We lived in a remote region of Veta where all of the towns still had at least one village mage. For those of you too uneducated to know what a village mages do, they use their magic to aid and protect the townspeople. My parents were Dark Mages, but they never...NEVER...used their powers for evil. My mother specialized in healing, exorcism, and sending spirits to the afterlife. My father specialized in combat magic and summoning. I was still very young, but I was already quite talented myself, though not skilled enough to help much.

They served and protected the village well...but our neighbors, those ignorant FOOLS...treated them as outcasts. They blamed our family for everything that went wrong. No matter how many monsters my father slew, or how many vengeful spirits my mother sent, they were seen as heathens and saboteurs by the..."good"...people of our town.

One year, when I was only three or four, we had a particularly dry summer. It was oppressively hot and it barely rained. The crops were dieing in the fields. The villagers, like always, blamed my parents. They claimed that the heatwave and the drought were all their doing, that they had summoned this plague upon the town. My parents were able to keep tensions down...until that pack of trolls attacked the town. Again, it was my parents'...my whole family's...fault!

This time, there was no calming the villagers. They came in the night to our home in an angry mob. They threw Molotov cocktails through the windows and the house started to burn down. My mother and I, with my baby brother, managed to escape the flames...but my father... MY FATHER...was burned ALIVE by those insufferable, ignorant, ungrateful FOOLS!! I still remember his screams, the crowd hollering like a troupe of half-evolved primitives cornering some poor predator that had strayed too close to their huts.

We fled into the woods, and a group of men, armed with farm tools and baseball bats and golf clubs chased after us. We tried to hide, but my brother started crying and we were found out. My mother pleaded with the men to stop, tried to talk some sense into them, but they were too mad with blood thirst to listen. The attacked us, a woman and two helpless children, brutally and mercilessly. I tried to fight back, drive them away with magic, but after the first spell was cast, one of the men struck me from behind...

In the end, there I lay in a pool of blood, mine and my mothers and my brother's, half dead. It was then, with my mother laying lifeless beside me, that I vowed that if I lived, I would make them pay...make them ALL pay...and bring order to this wretched world. I vowed that I would bathe this land in darkness and crush those who had done this...or would ever do such a thing as this. I would create a perfect world...

I managed to heal myself with magic just enough to recover on my own. I never found my brother's body, but the way they beat me, I know he was not spared. This world, this heartless world, needs order. It needs to be controlled. I SHALL create a perfect world...