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Secreticy
Legacy Name: Secreticy

The Graveyard Kumos
Owner: Vampirehelex

Age: 15 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 23rd, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 7 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 23rd, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 17
   
• Strength: 20
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 18
   
• HP: 0/18
   
• Intelligence: 18
   
• Books Read: 17
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Sprout Tender

"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'all's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell" ~~ Thriller, Micheal Jackson.
Read by Vincent Price

Name: Secreticy
Gender: Male.
Specie: Undead Kumos
Age: I am dead why would I age?
Appears to be: about 28
Occupation: Brooke, stock market player (is there really a such thing?)
Orientation: Straight as a wet noodle
Parents: Why would you ask me that after my partners dumped me when I was only three days old
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Ummm, Dead Weight… I don’t know… lets say 250lbs
Build: Buff, As a hot sexy buff guy, gals drool over
Eyes: Dull green almost dead
Hair: Gray with dull green highlights
Skin Tone: Greyish Green, looks almost dead
Physical marks: scars all over his skin, a few bite marks; on his leg right side and on his shoulder. a small scar down by his leg from being partially castrated (no guy should ever got thought that and you do the math),
Enjoys: make some feel weak with him around, Reading, writing, watching people go about their lives, his wild side (which no one will ever see and not going to), Knitting... okay that was a joke...
Hates: that he was partially castrated and turned into a person of the night, people who pick on the weak, his foster parents.
Favorite quote: 'This suddenly seems like a bad idea' - Tori
Fashion: A olive green pin strip suit, dark green vest, with a white shirt, pants: either black or his dark olive green pants. (for mel? go as her)
Known Facts: Him and his buddies; Rhage, Zsadist, Ravenwhisp could all eat a pack of kumos under the table - and come back for more. He could sense the geographic location of anyone he loves but the person he loves the most he is lost.

In the deepest darkest of places there is always a secret, a secret which hide in the very heart. Secret was barely old enough speak when he was dumped on the cold harsh streets of the world by his real parents. Those who were supposed to watch over him, take care of him, and make him into the productive individual that he should be. But now, left alone in the dark, cold, cruel world he sat. In this world no one would care for him, not really, cause who could care for Secret when not even his own parents did. He cried, moaned, yipped and yap as puppies would for his mother, but it brought about no change. There was just absolutely nothing, just him, with at any care.

The rain began to pour down, like the falling tears of a Fallen angel, drenching his fur, making him cold wet and even more alone. His mind raced think of something, anything he could do, to change this outcome. But again nothing came to mind, nothing that would bring his family back to him, nothing that would stop the rain from falling down. Days seemed to pass, the rain never stopping, his body grow tired and weary with it all. Then one day when the rain had let up a girl came along. Her words soothed him.

“Oh what a cute little Puppy! You must be lost! You need someone who can Take care of you! I’ll Take care of you.”

His deep olive eyes become very round, filling with unshed tears, he looked to her with an almost begging pleading state to his demeanor . With tender loving hands she reached down and picked up the puppy. Wrapping him in her jacket she carried him back to the place she called home. When she came into her house she sat him down and disappeared for a few minutes. Then she came back to him carry a freshly dried towel and began to dry him off. The young man that lived with her came around the corner and gave eyes of questioning.

“Look John! I found him on the street! He is an adorable odd little puppy. I think he might be one of those Artos people. “

“That might be, but he would never tell us, maybe that should be your name. Secrticy.”

Abby picked up the pup again, hugging him tightly and then scratching him under the chin. Giving him lots of love and fuss she spoke again.“Yep! You like that name!” The pup yipped in approval and then snuggle closely into the bosom of his new owner.

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Grave Robber:And addicted to the knifeShe needs a little help with the agonyAnd a little help comes in a little glass vialIn a gun pressed against her anatomyAnd when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgerySurgery... ~ Repo The Genetic Rock Opera

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