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Nikos has a minion!

Minion the Cruelty

Minion the Cruelty
Nikos
Legacy Name: Nikos
The
Owner: Werewolf
Age: 7 years, 11 months
Born: April 17th, 2018
Adopted: 7 years, 11 months ago
Adopted: April 17th, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Soil Mixer
I was the firstborn child to a family of hunters that go back countless generations. As thousands of years of tradition dictated, I was to be the child raised and trained to take my father's place in the family business... but I screwed it up.
From the moment I could walk, my father had been preparing me for my future. I know some people wouldn't be happy about having their destiny chosen for them, but I had always found it comforting. I never thought other things sounded as great to me as being a hunter. It helps that my family's bloodline is, well, magical -- we're immune to being turned, be it vampire, werewolf, or otherwise, we can't be changed. A dangerous job is a hell of a lot more appealing right out of the gate if one of the dangers is outright eliminated.
I was a teenager when I messed it up. My father was having me do weekly solo patrols in the woods and having me report to him on any signs of monsters. It was usually things he'd planted to see if I could find, but one night it wasn't. It was signs of a big fight between, I guess, two werewolves. I'd never faced anything alone, and I was scared shitless.
From the moment I could walk, my father had been preparing me for my future. I know some people wouldn't be happy about having their destiny chosen for them, but I had always found it comforting. I never thought other things sounded as great to me as being a hunter. It helps that my family's bloodline is, well, magical -- we're immune to being turned, be it vampire, werewolf, or otherwise, we can't be changed. A dangerous job is a hell of a lot more appealing right out of the gate if one of the dangers is outright eliminated.
I was a teenager when I messed it up. My father was having me do weekly solo patrols in the woods and having me report to him on any signs of monsters. It was usually things he'd planted to see if I could find, but one night it wasn't. It was signs of a big fight between, I guess, two werewolves. I'd never faced anything alone, and I was scared shitless.
Pet Treasure

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