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Nøne
Legacy Name: Nøne

The Galactic Montre
Owner: Jessamine

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 3rd, 2009

Adopted: 15 years, 7 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 6th, 2010

Statistics

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

Ah, a new recruit. Well, if nothing else, They are always right on schedule. Hey, it's okay, no need to be scared now, kid, I'm a good guy. Why are you here? I can't answer that. Why not? Well, hell, if I knew the answer, you think I'd be here talking to you? Hey, look I'm sorry I blew up, it's not your fault either you or I are here. And don't feel too bad kid, I used to be one of the smartest men in the world and I was nabbed. They can grab anyone They want, I reckon, regardless of how strong or smart you ever thought you were. None of that matters a bit in this place. Not a bit...

Hmm, who am I? I'm your guard of sorts, keep an eye on you while you wait. Before this? Well, I guess you mean who was I. And that answer all depends on whose side you were on, you see. In my previous life, I was either your best friend or your worst enemy. At times, I played one and was really the other, and that's what made me so smart, see. It's probably the reason why They changed my name to this vile word! Can you believe They gave me a word that, like actually, means nothing. And t's also so, oh, what's that word? Mono-syllabic? Yeah, that's right, thanks kid. I hate it because it's just so blah and bland, not like my REAL name. I mean, say it: None. No, pizazz, no bling, nothing. I guess that's what They were trying to do though. Huh? Oh, right, sorry, I'll get back to my story.

I was a conman, see. Do you know what that is? You don't. Okay, well, basically I tried to outsmart people so I could take advantage of them. I never hurt nobody, though. Never. I only made them trust me, and then when they thought I was on their side, I'd take their money or sometimes their stuff if it was worth anything. But, I never, ever, hurt any of 'em. Never.

Well kid, that's a tricky question. See, I saw what I did was like a job. Because just like most jobs, somebody wins only when someone else loses, right? So, I guess I never really thought of 'em like people. I saw 'em like a job to be done. Well, uh, I'm sure some of 'em had families, sure. But, I guess I came to forget all that because I was so focused on the work.

Me? I was, oh, twenty-six when I came here. Yeah, yeah, I was actually about to be offed by a guy I had conned who had tracked me down. Had a .45 at my temple when I just, poof, ended up here. Wherever here actually is, I still haven't figured it out. To be honest, I can't tell if I died and this is my punishment for my life. Or, if I'm still alive and being tortured. It really doesn't matter, I guess. Anyway, so there are all these, well, I just refer to 'em as "They" or "Them". I'm not sure what exactly They are, to be honest. See, kid, there aren't any words to describe 'em, and to be honest, I wouldn't wanna scare you anymore by trying to.

What do They do? Well, They have stripped me of everything that was ME, both good and evil, so now I can only do what THEY want me to do. And, you wanna know something that's ironic, even hypocritical, of Them? They make me do some pretty terrible things. No, not like murder, or anything like that. But, like heartbreak kinda stuff. In fact, my new "job" is actually to break up couples who are in love. Like fling them to opposite ends of the earth, and then watch them search for their soulmate, usually until they both die. Yeah, I know, like I said, terrible right? Of course I've tried to figure out why! Kinda smart-alecky ain't you? Well, yeah, I have thought about it. And the only thing I can think of is this: payback. See, that guy with the .45 I told you about? In between beatin' me, he was telling me how I had ruined his life. I guess his wife blamed him for being taken in by a conman and left him. So, that's why he had tracked me down I guess, as revenge for what I'd done to him. But, if you think about, my "job" here doesn't make much sense. What is it? Well, let me try to explain it, although there's a lot to tell and not much time. But, anyway, here goes: So They just touch me and like that, I'm somewhere. I can't describe it, kid, it's just what it is. And when I wake up again- Yeah, I am knocked out, like unconscious. Sheesh, will you quit asking so many questions? ANYway, when I wake up, I'm someplace back on earth. What do I mean? Like in the world. An example? Fine, take my first "assignment". I woke up somewhere in the arctic-it was so freakin' cold!-, and I had this uncontrollable urge to take this girl who's asleep at my feet. I couldn't fight it, I was compelled like I wasn't in control of my own body. I took her and as soon as I did, I was in the middle of a jungle or a forest or somethin'. And I had to set her down there and just leave, I guess. But, before I got poofed back up here-. No, I learned that I poofed after that, I'm speeding the story along, we don't have much time, so hush now. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, so the girl wakes up and she wasn't even scared or anything. She just turned to me and said something that has haunted me to this day. All she said was, "Please, don't leave me." I will never get those words out my mind, never. Because ironically, They so generously left one of my emotions intact: Guilt. And boy do I feel it, kid. I can't even remember the last time I slept. I stay up trying to see if there is any way to help out the poor souls I hurt. I search for any loopholes in this place, ones so I could help those poor lovebirds find each other again. I've almost had a few breakthroughs, but they usually end up closing up before I can use them. I'm sure that's not coincidence, though, I haven't lost all my brains, kid.

Why don't I just not watch them? What? Who? Oh, ya mean the couples. Well, gee, don't you think if I could do that, I would've stopped? Sheesh, you really are naive, kid. But, that's another part of this whole game or whatever they call it. See, after I rip the two people away from each other, everything they say or do from that point on is forever in my head. Like the most heart-wrenching movie you've ever seen only magnified by about a billion. Well, until they die, yeah. Then that person just poofs, gone, from my head. How many am I watching right now? Uh, let's see here, eighteen, twenty, twenty-one. It's an odd number since one guy just offed himself, after sixteen years of misery. It was bad, sure, but I think it's for the best. Save him -and me- from suffering for another twenty or thirty years. Well, I'm sorry to say I can't answer that for you, kid. Each of us is cursed differently, you see, so yours will most likely be different from mine or any of the other thousands here. Right, unique. Although, I think that's too pretty a word for what we are.

Okay, okay, well, let's see. I can give you my best guess, have you been assigned your new name yet? Okay, well, what is it? Reversed. Hmm, well that could mean a lot of things. I don't know how They think, mind you, but me, I'd reckon it's something to do with people's pasts or something like that.

I wish I could do more to help you out, kid, I really do. But, I'm sorry to say I haven't even found out how to help myself. And I've been here for, gosh, what's it been now, thirty-three. No, wait, thirty-four. Yes, years. Yeah well maybe you'll have--oh, there's the bell. That'll be Them, so I'd better get outta here. It was nice meeting you, kid. And for your sake, I wish you luck, although it probably won't do you a bit of good. It sure hasn't done anything for me...