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Kneel has a minion!

Sibley the Noctou

Kneel
Legacy Name: Kneel

The

Hydrus Montre
Owner:

Daebrannon

Age: 14 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 26th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 2 weeks, 6 days ago

Adopted: April 20th, 2010

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Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 15
Defense: 14
Speed: 16
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 8
Books Read: 8
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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Name : Neil Quinn
Birthdate : October 31
Age : 26
Hair : Strawberry blond
Eyes : Blue
Distinctive Markings : Freckles, star-shaped scar on left shoulder

My life is written out on scraps of paper...

Birth certificate ~ Thomas Tseyi, of native American descent, was my father and Sarah Quinn, mostly Irish, was my mother. I was born in Window Rock, Arizona. There's a few pictures folded in with this paper, one of the day I was born, my mother holding me proudly in her arms. The other is dated a year and half later and it's of only my father and me, Sarah had left for good only a few weeks before. I was never sure where it was she left us to go, father only told me that she was always on the move and it wasn't in her nature to settle.

Membership application ~ I was three when my father filled out my application for tribal membership. Even though my mother had forbade it, he felt it was necessary if I were living on the reservation with him. The application was denied, my blood quantum was too low, and I became adamant about keeping my mother's surname because I felt her culture had not outright rejected me even if she did.

Opened envelope ~ My father had made many attempts to win her back. One of these was through a special pendant he had made for her, a golden-orange bauble of glass made from melted sand. The envelope he sent it in was addressed to a PO Box she frequently checked, "return to sender" can still be read faintly on the front. When the letter came back I hid it away, not wanting my father to be heartbroken over the refusal of his gift.

Vet bills for one burrowing owl ~ Sibley was one of those creatures every child encounters lost and hurt. I took her in, paid the local vet all I had to bind a broken wing, and when she was able I let her go. Except, she never really left. She's more of a spectator to my life than a pet, but I find comfort in her company all the same.

Incomplete mental institution records ~ My mother's records, brought back with her when she finally returned to the reservation. I was 14 and she was a complete stranger. However, my father and I did not believe in the delusion and paranoia that these papers documented, she did not seem to think that any of us were possessed by any devils. Though I still felt something a little off about her, the way she would "zone out" sometimes or the mood swings that came on so suddenly, maybe something else was at work in her mind.

Newspaper clipping ~ The front-page story that detailed the whole disaster. Our little town swallowed by flame, the throats of our highest officials cut as they tried to escape, and my mother no where to be found the next morning. A handful of us had just barely escaped and eyewitness testimony confirmed that my mother was the culprit. I could feel nothing but revulsion and guilt. I made it my mission to make up for all the lives she had wasted, all my neighbors and friends who had died. I hated her for her insanity but as time went on, as I traveled with Agate and discovered creatures capable of possessing, I found myself questioning her motives. What exactly happened that night? What exactly did she know? I won't understand any of this until I find her again.