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Captayn_556
Legacy Name: Captayn_556


The Galactic Endeavor
Owner: Jax_154

Age: 16 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: February 7th, 2010

Adopted: 16 years, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: March 4th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 11
     
  • HP: 10/11
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


((Quiet || Stern || Gentle || Serious || Nonchalent))

Name: Captayn.
Nicknames: Tayn.
Gender: Male.
Race: Endeavor.
Age: Twenty-six.
Occupation: Militant.
Theme: All these things I hate (Revolve around me) - Bullet for my Valentine.
Roleplay: Open.

Build: Tall, fit.
Eyes: Orange/Gold.
Hair: Parted to one side, dark blue-purple.
Skin: Pale.

Personality:
Under construction.

Story:
I don't remember much of my past, only the painful things. I remember my comrades when I served in the militia. I remember them dying in front of my eyes. I didn't understand back then why I had to fight, I still wonder if anyone did. I'm not sure who even won the damn thing. But I know I lost everything by the time it was over.
I only get tiny flashbacks of it.. I'm not sure how, but I lost my memory. I believe that I surpressed them, for they were so antagonizing that if I held onto them, it would only lead to stripping away my own life. One flashback that I caught a glimpse of was a meadow. A girl stood in it, her hair being pulled by the wind. The flower petals swirled around her feet, her white summer dress trying to copy the movement of them. She turned to me. I expected elegant beauty, but her face was gone.. Or perhaps it was blurred, for I could not see it, not get a glimpse of it.
Who is she? I do not understand. How long ago was this war?
You might think it would be easier to ask someone from the war, but that would be no good. For I was just another pawn, a faceless soldier to do the higher up's bidding. Who could remember me? Not that it mattered. Everyone was dead.
The war was supposed to be erased, supposed to be forgotten so others would not dwell on the mysteries. That is why they were all cut down.
I'm not sure if I'm the only survivor, but I did manage to escape the slaughter. So, here I am. Hiding away and putting others in harms way just so I can find this girl that has been haunting my thoughts and curiosity.
But, to me. She holds the key to my past.
And I intend to unlock it.

-- Might add more to this later. --

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