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Kent Allard
Legacy Name: Kent Allard

The Nuclear Archan
Owner: Themascura

Age: 17 years, 11 months, 1 day

Born: April 18th, 2008

Adopted: 17 years, 11 months, 1 day ago (Legacy)

Adopted: April 18th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 166
   
• Strength: 384
   
• Defense: 388
   
• Speed: 371
   
• Health: 361
   
• HP: 356/361
   
• Intelligence: 423
   
• Books Read: 318
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Register Clerk

The city screamed outside of my window. A thousand voices called for help. Tonight I wouldn't be the one to help them. I was inside, typing up my last report. It was dirty, boring business, but it paid bills like walking a beat never had. If I was lucky I'd make enough with one job to pay the rent for another month, maybe get some groceries on top of it. Then I'd walk the streets again, makin' it as safe as one man could for the rest of the citizens who scraped out their living in this concrete and steel purgatory. I was just settling into my work when someone knocked. I looked up. I could see her, silhouetted against the opaque yellow window of my office door. She was a knockout. The sort of classic figure countries had fallen for, and I was much, much smaller than any country. What was a dame that gorgeous doin' at my door? "Come in." I called.She was even better in front of the glass. It was her eyes that got my attention, though. She had the sort of clear blue eyes that cut right to your heart... or right through you, if you weren't lucky. Those eyes were set on me. Suddenly my mouth was dry."You lost, dollface?" I asked her, trying to play it cool. She gave me a once-over, then sort of sashayed her way across the room. I took a quick drink of whiskey on the rocks and slid the knot of my tie up a little higher. "I'm exactly where I want to be, Detective." She purred. Have you ever had one of those feelings that you're in way over your head? One of those feelings settled over me like lead shoes on a snitch. I got the feeling that by just talking to the dame across my desk I was getting myself in deep. Deep in what, though?"Let's get straight to it then, Doll. What's a classy dame like you need from a low-rent detective like me?" I questioned, rocking back in my chair. "I've killed a man, Detective, and I need you to help me prove that I did it." She informed me, cool as a cucumber. All of the sudden I got the feeling that the trouble I had thought I was in already was much, much worse than I had anticipated, and I hadn't even finished my whiskey.

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