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Kumakori has a minion!
Minion the Raoran
Minion the Raoran
Kumakori
Legacy Name: Kumakori
The
Graveyard WyllopOwner: SonicWaffle
Age: 16 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 26th, 2009
Adopted: 15 years, 1 month, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: January 31st, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 6
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 14
- Speed: 13
- Health: 59
- HP: 59/59
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
He belongs to my Sister User not found: shadowmew She just ran out of muse for him and wanted somthing new ^^He will go home eventuallyOverlay by Inwe ~ #pet_image {background-image: url('http://i435.photobucket.com/albums/qq72/ShadowCelebi/overlay-smew1_d.png');}[style]#pet_stats {display:none;}#pet_wepons {display:none;}.pet_age_info_date, .pet_age_info, .pet_wco_info, .pet_wco_info_date {display:none;}#column_3, #pet_stats {display:none;}.weapon_item {display:none;}[/style]
[center][b]Name: Kumasi Kokorino [/b]
[b] Alias : KumaKori [/b]
[b]Age: 22[/b]
[b]Birthday: 14th December[/b][/center][center]Once a simple born lab rat, Black and brown pelt and a pair of pink eyes. Part of a large littler he was never to far from anyone else, he was used to little space. It was a good thing too, it would soon become his life. It didn't take long for him to be separated from his family, move from the breeding floor to the research.
The living conditions where horrible, no that he could tell, no he thought the over cramped, filthy rotting cells where completely natural. Even when his cell mates died, they where either used as food or bedding because they simply didn't check on them or if they where cleaned out with the sheer numbers it never lasted long.
Slowly he realised what was going on, he watched the others die in the most horrific ways, Death by testing products....he had watched his brothers explode from overdose of a violent penicillin, Another's skin quickly rot from an unstable Shampoo. Death by poison, for antidote testing , Death by exposure to flames, even death by the poor living conditions... he knew he didn't have long....He shook violently one day as a scientist's hand loomed into the cage, taking hold of him and yanking him out of the small space and into the lab. He was placed onto a table and everything was going fine until he decided to test a unstable soap on him. his eyes! He was blind! he kicked and scratched, Thrashed and screeched until he broke free of the scientists grip. He clawed at his own eyes, the pain was unearthly, He continued to claw until his eyes bled. The scientist sighed and grabbed a hold of him one again and ducked him in the sink to clean his eyes and placed him in an isolated cage to observe the effects further.
It took a few days for his eyes to stop burning and even longer for his sight to go back, It was strange, the soap had changed his eye colour from pink to a greyish brown.
It wasn't long before the tests started again, it was agony for him. He could feel himself slipping away. His fur had started to fall out, the shin underneath a horrible rotting green. His skull had been cracked from being thrown in his cage, The wound had been haphazardly repaired. Although the trauma has left his mind a bit unstable.
His claws had started to grow sharp, not that he cared. He used it to his advantage to escape many a test. This however was aggravating the scientists. So they decided so put him down..[/center]
[center][b]Name: Kumasi Kokorino [/b]
[b] Alias : KumaKori [/b]
[b]Age: 22[/b]
[b]Birthday: 14th December[/b][/center][center]Once a simple born lab rat, Black and brown pelt and a pair of pink eyes. Part of a large littler he was never to far from anyone else, he was used to little space. It was a good thing too, it would soon become his life. It didn't take long for him to be separated from his family, move from the breeding floor to the research.
The living conditions where horrible, no that he could tell, no he thought the over cramped, filthy rotting cells where completely natural. Even when his cell mates died, they where either used as food or bedding because they simply didn't check on them or if they where cleaned out with the sheer numbers it never lasted long.
Slowly he realised what was going on, he watched the others die in the most horrific ways, Death by testing products....he had watched his brothers explode from overdose of a violent penicillin, Another's skin quickly rot from an unstable Shampoo. Death by poison, for antidote testing , Death by exposure to flames, even death by the poor living conditions... he knew he didn't have long....He shook violently one day as a scientist's hand loomed into the cage, taking hold of him and yanking him out of the small space and into the lab. He was placed onto a table and everything was going fine until he decided to test a unstable soap on him. his eyes! He was blind! he kicked and scratched, Thrashed and screeched until he broke free of the scientists grip. He clawed at his own eyes, the pain was unearthly, He continued to claw until his eyes bled. The scientist sighed and grabbed a hold of him one again and ducked him in the sink to clean his eyes and placed him in an isolated cage to observe the effects further.
It took a few days for his eyes to stop burning and even longer for his sight to go back, It was strange, the soap had changed his eye colour from pink to a greyish brown.
It wasn't long before the tests started again, it was agony for him. He could feel himself slipping away. His fur had started to fall out, the shin underneath a horrible rotting green. His skull had been cracked from being thrown in his cage, The wound had been haphazardly repaired. Although the trauma has left his mind a bit unstable.
His claws had started to grow sharp, not that he cared. He used it to his advantage to escape many a test. This however was aggravating the scientists. So they decided so put him down..[/center]
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