_Dodger_
Legacy Name: _Dodger_

Me character?! Well.. that was a new one. Many people call me cold and hot headed, however that combo works out I have no clue.

They also comment my cooking, YES I like to cook, deal with it! I can make anything with a pumpkin, from ice cream to cupcakes, whatever. That is another way I make me farm go around, instead of just selling pumpkins, I make things with them. I love having freshly baked pumpkin bread with marmelade and juice for breakfast, and having some with me in my pocket keeps me going all day long. It's also a hit with the kids, Gina loves it especially.

"Selling off me farm?"

My story ey? Well.. it's rather dull, but I guess I can take a break and tell ya.

When I was born, I had a twinsister, younger than me by 2 minutes, her name's Georgette. Me and Georgie never grew up together like normal siblings. Our parents couldnt economically afford raising two kids, so my grandparents stepped in and adopted me, and brought me here to Shetland Farms. I grew up here and learned all about farming. I woke up before dawn and went to bed after dusk. I still do!

I only met Georgie every summer, easter and christmas, and of course morostide! Our favorite holiday. We would always run around the patch, looking for the biggest pumpkin to carve and enter in the carving contest. We won many times.

Then the first loss. Our grandmother died of an illness during a cold winter morning. It was a sad day, me and Georgie were 14 and both cried. Second loss, or second and third. We had just turned 22 when our parents were hit and killed by a drunk driver. Georgie moved away, along with her very young daughter Gina. Georgie had met this trashbag boyfriend who blessed her with a daughter, but dumped her the minute he found out. If I got me hands on that basterd I... Forth loss. Me and grandpa live alone on the farm now, but that was only for a short time. Grandpa was being harrassed by the boss of a big farming co. who tried to buy grandpa out of his farm. Grandpa, being old fashioned, stood his ground and refused. Some times I thought he was foolish, because our farm was dying slowly, pumpkin harvest shrinked, the ground was being over grown by parasites and other creeps. Grandpa was getting older and laid more work on myself. I often wished to sell the farm, and move in with grandpa to the city, but then I saw what happened to another farmer, who recently sold his farm.. he lived on the streets, and took his life shortly after. Now I couldnt think of anything but save the farm!That's when it came... a loud crash and bloodfreezing scream from the barn. I rushed over from the patch, only to find a shocking discovery. My grandpa, pierced, by the pitchfork. He had slipped from the hay loft, while holding the picthfork, which he had dropped and been pierced by. There was nothing I could do, as he quickly passed in my arms.

5 years after that, I am the lone owner of the farm. I work harder than ever, and now it is me that is pestered by the farm company boss. I know people in the city want to help me, my farm being the last, but I am not a charity case just yet! I will beat this guy, and if he tries anything, he'll get the shotgun!