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Sean Phoenix Drake
Legacy Name: Sean Phoenix Drake

The Storm Montre
Owner: furiousflamewolf

Age: 10 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: August 9th, 2015

Adopted: 10 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 9th, 2015

Statistics

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

Since Sean could remember he had been at the orphanage. Every time he would ask about his parents the Head of Staff Mrs. Johnson would tell him he had been a bad child. At first he did not understand why she would say that. He had not done anything wrong had he ?? He learned not to ask Mrs. Johnson again. She always got angry with him. She always got angry with everyone. Sean could not deny that he felt lonely though.

Mrs. Johnson always said he was a troublemaker that´s why his parents left him at the orphanage. They could not cope with him. How could a 7 year old at that time be a troublemaker ?? Sean always tried to avoid the other kids. They did not like him. Everytime something happened he was to blame. One time he broke an expensive vase. It had not been his fault another boy named Tristan had pushed him into the table. Mrs. Johnson had punished him.

Bad children were put into the "Pit" for a week. It was a dark cellar with some old bread and little water. Mrs. Johnson wanted to show them that there were rules. Everyone was afraid to be sent to the "Pit." Sean had been sent there numerous times for things he hadn´t even done. It was cold and dark in there. Everyone who had been there behaved to his best afterwards.

Sometimes men and women came into the orphanage to look at children. They always stayed away from Sean though. Mrs. Johnson told him he wasn´t worth their time. Sean found himself scrubbing the floors he wasn´t useful so they had to make him. Slowly most of the kids were adopted but Sean was still there sometimes scrubbing the floors or spending time in the "Pit" for no reason at all.

During his stays in the "Pit" Sean felt lonely. He asked himself what he had done wrong. He asked himself why Mrs. Johnson hated him. He knew he was different he had a tail and a small set of wings on his back. But that couldn´t be the reason could it ?? Maybe that´s why his parents abandoned him. Because he was a freak they could not deal with. At that he felt tears escape his eyes. Maybe he really was a freak afterall.

10 years passed and Sean was still at the orphanage. Still one year to go and he would be free. Over the past years he had aquired scars for disobeying. Nothing had changed he was still a freak to them. Noone wanted to adopt him. Sean figured they were scared of him. Over the past 10 years Sean had had the feeling of being watched by the shadows. But there was nothing lurking in the shadows right ??

Mrs. Johnson was paranoid as ever she even made him wear a rusted shackle. But the worst she had done to him was reduce him to a number. Not that she called them by their names anyway. A lot had changed at the orphanage. Long time "members" got a shackle and a number tattoo on their chest to display their "loyalty." Sean was 24601. It wasn´t and orphanage anymore it was a prison.

It was one of those days. Mrs. Johnson had trown him into the "Pit" again. It was nothing new for him anymore. An eerie wind was blowing through the bars of his cell. Sean huddle further into the wall and tried to stay warm. It was always ice cold down there. His was about to fall asleep when his eyes caught the flutter of a black coat. There was noone down there. His eyes were playing tricks on him he told himself...

After what seemed forever Sean opened his eyes. He was still hazy from sleep. Blinking sleep away he noticed a pair of sneakers in front of him. Rubbing his eyes he looked at the floor again. There were a pair of black sneakers in front of him. They were surrounded by a black cloak. Sean looked up. There was a hooded figure in front of him. A giant scythe on his back. Terriefied the boy shoved himself into the wall...

The hooded figure started to move closer. Sean thought he was a having a panicattack he couldn´t breathe. The figure came to halt in front of him. The boy closed his eyes. His whole body trembling in fear. After what seemed forever he opened his eyes again. The figure had lowered his hood. The man had ice blue hair and then Sean noticed his tail. It was a similar tail to his own only in a different color. Blue. Sean swallowed and looked up. The stranger, no the man his eyes they were strange...

It was then that it hit him. The stranger wasn´t directly looking at him but at the wall. Of course the boy told himself. The stranger he couldn´t see. He was blind. Before Sean could say a thing the stranger had turned around and had cut the prisons bars with his scythe. He turned around as if to say you are free to go. Quickly Sean got up and followed the stranger. He was free at last. The only thing he got to know about him was his name. Barry...


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