Information

Kashern
Legacy Name: Kashern

The

Chibi Kerubi
Owner:

Beary

Age: 17 years, 1 week, 1 day

Born: May 12th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 1 week, 1 day ago (Legacy)

Adopted: May 12th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 12
Defense: 12
Speed: 12
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

'Disgusting. Pale fur, Red eyes. This is no son of Mine'

These were the words my father said upon first site of me, they also the last I heard whispered from my mothers sweet lips.My father was the head of one of the richest and most loved families in the world. His entire ancestry had spent millennia building their wealth and making those around them adore the very ground they stood upon, especially as the family always produced sons of the richest black fur, seen as color of almost royalty to others.

Father was glorious, with the darkest of fur, so rich in black tones people would say you could see nothingness in his very fur. My mother was also just as stunning, her beauty almost as much as her kindness. How she ever came to love my father I will never know. Sadly though she had one other fault, it appeared as though she would not give my father the heir he needed. With no heir to the family, where would they be?

Finally after what had seemed to be decades for my father, Mother announced she was pregnant. Everyone rejoiced, and my mother sighed a secret sigh of relief. For a time she had thought that with no heir my father would have her killed. After all a wife who produces no heir was useless to him.

Soon the day was upon them, mother labored long and hard. She grew weaker and weaker but was determined to do her duty. Finally with a groan of pain, She birthed me into this world. She cooed at the site of me, wrapping her tired arms around me tight. She cared not for what I looked like, just glad she finally had a son. My father though when he saw, he was filled with rage. He couldn't believe any son of his could look the way I do, with fur a creamy white and Ruby red eyes. An Albino.

My mother was shocked, she had thought a son would be enough. Would her husband ever be pleased? Where was the sweet man she thought she had married. Mother begged father to spare me, saying I would be the perfect son he had always wanted despite not being colored in rich black fur. Father had no pity though, he raised his hand, to strike a weakened women or to kill an innocent babe we'll never know.

Issia, my mother's personal guard, one of the only people who ever stood up to my father, grasped my father's hand and warned him away. Father then angrily left, his last words were "Disgusting. Pale fur, Red eyes. This is no son of Mine". He never spoke to Issia or my mother again after that. It was almost fate's joke that soon as he left, my mother began to show signs of labor yet again. After a strangely short amount of time she birthed another, though tiny, child.

This babe was perfect, with fur as black as night. Blacker then even my father's own, if that were somehow possible. It was not to be though, this second perfect baby was a girl. Daughters were considered nothing better then potential dowry gains in my father's family. My mother had laid back in defeat after this last revelations, she had failed and her husband would never love her again.

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