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Release_602
Legacy Name: Release_602

The Nightmare Montre
Owner: JonneH

Age: 17 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 27th, 2008

Adopted: 17 years, 6 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 27th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 5
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 11
   
• HP: 10/11
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

BonesSome things are just none of their damn business. Call me wrong, I don’t give a shit. My life is best left unsaid to all of you trying to “comfort” me…where were you about sixteen years ago? All I hear now is “what’s shoved up your ass?” or “just calm your ass down Asian”. All I’ am the Asian who was found by chance. When I regained consciousness after Cain found my body embedded in the concrete, pulled me out and gave my life back all I could ask myself was “why”. When I could speak all I found myself asking him was the same thing…I could never find the answer. Ever since I was old enough to read and write I could tell there was something about me unlike everyone else. I was quiet (I still am) I found all the comfort I needed in my drawings, my writing and schoolwork kept me busy. In my world books were friends, parents were distractions. My days of kindergarten and grade school went by fast (too fast).
Those were the days I was safe, the days where my parents cared about my calcium deficiency. There were too many trips to the doctors than I could count. Symptoms being read off a clipboard every so often…Weak Bones (check) Muscle aches (check) Reduced Bone density (double check) easily fatigued, pale skin..To my parents over the years my symptoms seemed to fade the less I talked to them about it…but oh were they wrong, why did I keep quiet about it? Sometimes…I honestly thought I deserved the pain, and maybe they deserved to watch me deteriorate and die.
(Still livin) Next thing I know I’m living in the states, my parents oblivious to my needs…they’re selfish, working as big business people in “The Big Apple”. No they weren’t bad enough to leave me alone, oh no but I was alone and I couldn’t have been happier.
They call me unhappy, a nerd, that dinky Asian kid named…oh what’s his name?
I was twelve when they sent me to middle school…and let me add America is not Korea. My first beating came just from being new…being different. I remember the times I spent after school just sitting in central park keeping my eyes open for some sort of a role model. My dad wasn’t someone I wanted to grow up to be…I wanted out of my cage of comfort, I wanted to be like these rebels you see running the streets, the guys who display their wall art for everyone to see, I wanted to fight, to stand up for myself and stand my ground. Who would have thought it would be a reality? Not me at the time.For a while my days consisted of studying, school work and staying home in my room. I never had any sort of love life during those days, no social life at that I didn’t care if anyone did like me…I’d rather be alone. The biggest change in my life was my first year of highschool. At fifteen something just happened to where I wasn’t going to take any shit from my parents, or anyone. I finally broke away (not too far). I started to grow my hair out, I got taller, built and kept an intimidating appearance and kept quiet. Soon enough I needed to find a way of making money (money makes the world go round’). I never did drop out of school to make my money, school was my main profit and hustling was the game. Not to brag, but I was damn good at bargaining with people, making deals to idiots who didn’t know what they were talking about, cheating people, gambling (I loved it) But let me tell you…Karma is a bitch.
Not only was the school one of my playing fields but so were the streets. I wasn’t big, but I could get you what you needed. One night a deal sounded good, I decided to take it with my head held high. Turns out the deal was made by a guy I had already cheated bad out of his money, one of my biggest deals…let’s just say his boss wasn’t too happy. He must have sent out his whole damn gang to beat my ass enough to say I was mobbed that night.
I can’t say I remember a thing about that night for sure but Canine wasn’t about to let me die. I don’t know if he took me to a hospital or helped me himself but he saved me… and I just couldn’t understand why. I remember Cain just as some sort of bachelor, on his own barely getting by on his own. When I first met him he was still one scary lookin’ guy, Latino with one bad attitude, I still remember exactly how he looked when I recovered. He had this deep look of sadness and vengeance written all over him. He never told me about himself or why I was still alive. Over the months I found that he wasn’t stupid, gullible, and disrespectful or…happy come to think of it, but we both had something in common, we needed each other’s help. That’s all he could do for me and I would do all I ever could to repay him for giving me a second chance to live up to my dreams.
So next time you pretend to know who I am keep this in mind, You don’t know shit unless you’ve herd it straight from my mouth.

“nothing” He replies…Its always nothing with him.[Art of Bones
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