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Xaen
Legacy Name: Xaen

The Graveyard Montre
Owner: Jacket

Age: 15 years, 3 months, 2 days

Born: January 17th, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 3 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: January 17th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 14
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 12
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 2
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

In any city, in any country, go to any insane asylum or halfway house... No, just no. This is the story you always hear, the Seeker's story. Sometimes you'll hear the story of a Holder, IF you're lucky. You never hear the story of the actual item, the truly important part of the quest, the Seekers die, are trapped in agony, or go insane, the Holders are sometimes killed or replaced by a Seeker, but the items? Be they animate or otherwise, they are the truly important ones, they never die. Try to destroy us? We return to our Holder, good as new, maybe a little traumatized if we're alive or something, but truly no worse for the wear. How do I know? I am Loyalty, the Wolf kept by the Holder of Loyalty... Or, at least I was before I began my journey.


At the beginning of the world, as far as I know it at least, I was a pup, raised by soldiers, from where I came I do not know, my knowledge says I simply exist. My first loyalty was to my Holder, I never knew Holder's true form, always changing to match the beloved of the Seeker. I wonder if Holder even had a true form... In my existence, I've seen countless Seekers tortured, many tossed to me for their agony. I performed this duty with glee, I lived only to please the officer, my Holder, my first loyalty, and the only one to be truly consistent. I've been loyal to Seekers too, of course. They've always failed me, my trust, my LOYALTY. They die... They go mad... They fail their test with another Holder... Some knew they couldn't go on, passed me to "more worthy" Seekers... Who ultimately failed me. I respect the ones that passed me on, they meant well, they did their best... I miss some of them. I know the process well, the soldiers bring the new Seeker in, if new Seeker survives torture, they get to talk to Holder, who I always accompany. At this point, there is yelling of questions, yelling of answers, speeches on the values and risks of loyalty. At the end of this, the new Seeker may be tossed back to their torture for eternity, and I have all permission to join in, gnawing through flesh and bone, the rarer lucky Seeker gets gut-punched by Holder, at which point I pass out and wake up alongside my new master, the Seeker, out in the street, or perhaps on a sidewalk. Now, too about where I am now...


I watched the soldiers drag a woman in. She was calm and emotionless, her eyes dead. Holder was in the form of a woman, perhaps in her late forties. I walked out with Holder, calm as usual. The woman started crying, in between the sobs I thought I could hear her mention something about her mother... Holder gave the same speech as always, and the woman gave her reply. I watched as she was punched in the stomach, and she collapsed, and I became drowsy...

We woke up in the snow outside of the mental asylum. It was different than usual this time. She was still asleep, her wounds were no longer serious, but she still bled. I nudged her gently, and she slowly roused from her sleep... She seemed groggy, confused. "Hey there wolfy..." she mumbled, "I must've passed the test... But if I did, why am I still wounded... Not important, I suppose... My name's Perri, and I suppose you'll be traveling with me now." I wagged my tail, pleased to see my new master was still alive. She patted me on the head, and she spoke once more, "Well, you'll need a name then, won't you? I dub thee Sir Alexander Genosse the Loyal, Xaen for short." I let out a cheerful yip, I had been given many names over the years, but this one was dignified for once. Fluffy, Rex, Fido, Wolfy, every generic dog name you could think of, never anything dignified. She then stood up "Come on, Xaen!" she yelled, as she started to walk down the street. She stumbled momentarily, and said: "... I should probably take care of these wounds, I think there's a drugstore this way..." I followed her with enthusiasm, hoping for the start of a wonderful adventure.


Name: Sir Alexander Genosse the Loyal.

Aliases: Xaen

Seeker: Perri Ivanova

Friends/Companions: Ardent, a stray dog he befriended at a Russian bus stop.

Enemies: Anyone who threatens his current master.

Likes: Fresh meat, jerky-style meat, loyal people, traveling.

Dislikes: Traitors, dishonorable people.

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