Information
ChokeChain
Legacy Name: ChokeChain
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Owner: Homorenamon
Age: 16 years, 6 months, 3 days
Born: September 16th, 2009
Adopted: 16 years, 6 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 16th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Basics
Name: ChokeAge: Unknown
Occupation:Testing lab in the underground
Orientation: Unknown
Status: Single, not looking
Studying: None
Ethnicity: Unknown
Choke is spiteful, nasty, petty, selfish, pointlessly cruel and, above all, okay with it. He thinks and acts for himself only, and nothing gets in his way. Or else. He has a huge attitude problem and is the kind of person who goes through life with his middle finger in the air. It does not matter to him what other people do. What do they have to do with me anyways?
History
Choke has little or no known history about him, though it is confirmed he is a demon spirit. While not necessarily out to destroy humanity as we know it, Choke is corrupt, malevolent, and evil, and has many officers and bounty hunters watching him, which leads to people he "lives" with- or, rather, the people he demanded shelter of- to be placed in constant danger. In return for the housing, Choke uses his job as a "scientist" in an underground test lab- where horrifically unspeakable things are done to humans and animals alike- to provide a supplemental income for them.Knock, Knock
Knock. Knock. That was what I heard, at practically 2am. I wondered who it could be, and at this time of night...
Not Cat or Annie. Both came over here for the night, as they sometimes did. I doubted it was Kourogi as well; he was out of town for a few days for a conference. "Mori," Shiver said. I jumped with surprised. I had forgotten he was in the room, doing homework he hadn't had time to finish during the day. "Who is that?" His voice was thick with concern and his brow furrowed. He had a nasty habit of being very apprehensive of many things.
"Dunno," I managed, not wanting to let on that I was as nervous as he. This was a bad neighborhood, I could only imagine who this might be, "But, I suppose we should find out..."
Slowly, I opened the door.
And, to my shock, standing before me, was a huge, shadowy figure. Pointing a gun at my neck.
Shiver's eyes widened in fear as he leapt toward Leelya's room (the 10 year old girl who we are the guardians of). The figured did nothing.
Cold with fear, I felt I could do nothing. All I could choke was, "W-what... do you want...?"
"Shelter," he growled merely. There was a cold, ruthless terror in his voice. I shivered.
"O-kay... Um, no one's using that room next door... It's supposed to be for us, but... we didn't need it?" I was petrified, even though I knew he could do no harm to me.
The figure merely nodded, pushed me aside, and stomped next door. I wondered how he would get in, as I hadn't given him the key, but the sound of cracking wood answered my question.
How was he gonna fix that?

