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Kumos768105 has a minion!

Minion the Grumps

Kumos768105
Legacy Name: Kumos768105

The

Nightmare Kumos
Owner: JonneH

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 1 day

Born: July 18th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 1 day ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 18th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 0
Health: 15
HP: 15/15
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Cain-on a mission to make you a NM Kumos-Art of Cain
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Mi vidas un campo de batalla (my lifeâ€™s a battlefield)Canine

Caged and tormented, an innocent pup to a rabid Mutt. Its kinda funny ya know? How I can compare my whole damn life to a simple canine. My lifeâ€™s just a rough piece of work with no damn ending.
I was born into a broke family of two in the southern parts of Puerto Rico, Forced to migrate to the states. At nine years old the entire place was just a huge confusing puzzle of English and enclosed walls where religion was key, and women wearing black and white were always in control. These were the days my name was Raphael, the little beaner who couldnâ€™t speak a word of English or understand half of it. The only thing familiar in this cell of prayer was the delicate rosary the colorless priest draped around my neck the day I came.

At thirteen there wasnâ€™t enough color in my life, and every routine the 4 years of my life was getting old. I made it to the streets I longed for yet didnâ€™t know shit about. At least by this time I could consider myself Bilingual. Thirteen years old with no one to go home to, no one to find comfort in, gotta be strong or the streets will eat you alive from the inside out.

Iâ€™m sure I could have done better on my own but those days came to an end once I met the guys who showed and taught me just about everything, but it all came at a price.

Those 30 seconds seemed like hours.
What else can I say? Iâ€™m still breathin aint I?
Beinâ€™ where I was at, I thought I could gain something from it all, I didnâ€™t gain shit until I did something to gain their fucking respect.

Now tell me this..What kinds of people respect you for doing wrong? Or should I say what kind of monsters, give you the respect for killing a family? Woman, child, father and their unborn child.

Iâ€™d like to point out, Iâ€™m quit the selfish bastard.

I was about 2 years in, high in ranks gaining the damn respect I know I deserve. I couldnâ€™t just stop there; I wanted more, more power, control. So what did I do? I convinced em to let me go..It was easy with the â€œbig bossâ€ and me bein close like brothers, fuckin Latin brothers, power hungry bastards.

So I was out on my own again full of a strong confidence that I could start something myself, and look at that..through all the shit Iâ€™ve been through I did,

fucking proud of it.