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A_384
Legacy Name: A_384


The Angelic Sheeta
Owner: MOcheeka

Age: 13 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 22nd, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 8th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 9
     
  • Strength: 22
     
  • Defense: 20
     
  • Speed: 16
     
  • Health: 30
     
  • HP: 17/30
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


I was a long-time convict. In and out of jail, both my parents were ashamed to know me. I did nothing but bring infamy into out household. Eventually, they got sick and tired of it and threw me out when I was young. I hadn't even finished middle school when the streets took me in. It was those cold pavement alleys that rocked me to sleep. It was those hooking horns and police sirens that sang me lullabies to bed. The scraps filched from garbage cans filled the empty holes that the food I stole from little shops couldn't fill.

I was no one, and to no one I was.

But I got turned around, y'see. I saw that light at the end of the tunnel and embraced it. And... my life changed.

I sobered up. I threw away the needles and put down the guns. I gave what I had left to my mates left in the street and wandered elsewhere. I wanted to leave the city. I wanted to get out.

So I ventured out. I hitched I ride with a stranger. Told 'em, "Take me as far as you can with me. I wanna go somewhere magical."

They ended up dropping me off somewhere where the air smelled of sugar. You could stick your tongue out and smile, because it was sweet. I climbed up a hill and sat on top of it. It was the tallest hill around; I knew, because I could for miles. The city still remained in the background. Just a tiny grayish light that seemed to pester me. I turned away from it and looked up. It was dusk. The sky seemed to swirl into different colors: pink, orange, and a little bit of blue.

How nice it was up here. I never wanted to leave.

But I did. I hadn't taken any food from the town when I left. My hungry body had already started eating itself from the inside, and I was dying.

I wasn't really sad, to be honest. Kind of glad. I wouldn't have to keep running anymore. I could finally sleep and rest.

And so I died. And now I'm an angel. Funny how that happened considering all the bad I had done. Now I just sort of wander the land outside that sleepy town I left. I try to help those who, like me, had wandered out here to seek some sort of solace from the coldness of the world. Turns out, I wasn't the only one that felt: alone.

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