Information

Homie
Legacy Name: Homie

The

Reborn Tigrean
Owner: Dreamer

Age: 16 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: September 22nd, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 22nd, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 28
Strength: 69
Defense: 69
Speed: 101
Health: 73
HP: 0/73
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

My name is Homie. I grew up on the rough streets of Detroit. Where the dress code is 24/7 hoodies and baggy pants, a concealed weapon or two, and some fresh kicks. I have never moved away from that style, never will. Its rough in Detroit, but you have got to keep yourself pulled together if you even want a small chance to survive. Show no fear, shed no tears. Make sure you know who your true friends are because a single snitch can turn your life upside down, anything is possible. Never forget that and constantly watch your back and you should be good. I learned that the hard way.

"Homie, you better not run no more. "A familiar voice shouted out to me, worried, I quickened my pace. "I said you better not run no more. Your fate can come faster than you can run." I came to a standstill in the shadows. "What the fuck you want now? It's not like you need to know what happened, the way shit gets around." My rough voice seemed to echo around me. Keeping up my tough image, I turned around, coming face to face the well known thug, Carlos. He began laughing at me, a hollow, empty, heart tearing noise. "Always one to try to keep up your rep, eh? What happened to swearing a tear would never fall? You know exactly what's gonna happen now." He advanced on me after waiting a few moments, raising his voice. "I asked you a question, you answer it. Now." Knowing I was one step away from snapping, he lowered his voice, to a cruel, dangerous whisper. "Or do you want me to leave you in the silence, you seem to love oh so much?"