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Oshun
Legacy Name: Oshun

The Darkmatter Paralix
Owner: ShetaKaey

Age: 14 years, 8 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 3rd, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 3rd, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 27
   
• Strength: 68
   
• Defense: 68
   
• Speed: 82
   
• Health: 61
   
• HP: 61/61
   
• Intelligence: 118
   
• Books Read: 118
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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. . . a family of proud lineage, known for their skill in raising the dead and forcing them to reveal their secrets. About 300 years ago, they produced a progeny of fair color, half Dark Matter, half Bloodred. This pinkish son they named Oshun, after the Vodoun goddess, and they teased him without shame and with plenty of spite. He came to despise them, his malicious family, and as he grew to adulthood and his colors deepened, he rebelled.

"I'll be damned if I'll waste my time talking to the dead," he thought. He snuck out at night and dug up the freshly buried dead to dismember them, rendering them useless to his family members. When at last he was caught, he was kicked out of his home and his parents disowned him. He became the shameful secret they'd raised him to be, and they pretended he'd never existed. He was never mentioned at family reunions; after a few decades, they forgot all about him.

Setting up shop in his own run-down house, he began to use the skills his parents had taught him for excavating graves without damaging corpses. Stealing bodies and taking them back to his basement for experiments, he became obsessed with creating life – not just temporarily restoring a semblance of life, but actually creating it. He started with limbs and other body parts, testing various formulas and herbs for their effects at preserving flesh. Then he tried reanimation of individual parts. Pleased with his progress, he soon advanced to reassembly and successfully reanimated a few choice monsters (Frankencluck, Frankenpie, etc.).

But he was unhappy. His family was renowned, and he was excluded. This infuriated him. He dreamt of revenge, of showing them the error of their ways. He continued his experiments, but now with the living. He abducted transients, luring them to his basement lab with promises of food and shelter, where he experimented with various formulas intended to render them into zombies under his control. When these transients inevitably died under his treatment, he simply used them for his reanimation work. Why waste perfectly good corpses, after all?

When at last he was ready to punish his happy (if evil) family, he gathered his potions and set off for home. Morostide had come round again and the family was gathered for their annual reunion. Dozens of cousins, uncles, nieces and nephews, grandparents, and siblings were in attendance. While the lot of them were taking their traditional graveyards tour, he snuck into the house and spiked the Skull Punch with his potion. Then he hid in the woods nearby to watch. When the family returned from their outing and dug into the usual Morostide feast, he watched as the punch was served and everyone had their fill. Then he emerged into their midst with an evil sneer.

"Your days of basking in the glow of admiration as the Shadowglen elite are over," he told them. "You will live the rest of your days as zombies, doing whatever menial tasks I assign you. You should never have abused me. Now I will have my revenge. Once I might have wanted to be a part of this family, but now I seek to end it, to twist it to my own purposes. Damned I may be, but damned I always was, and . . ."

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