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Calodaemon_140
Legacy Name: Calodaemon_140

The

Scribble Kumos
Owner:

shift

Age: 13 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 12th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 7 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: September 12th, 2010

Statistics

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

[ Jack Dumont ]
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He looks like a young man of 25 - black-haired, green-eyed, with tanned, muscular arms. Sometimes he works on the docks; sometimes, as a mechanic. He is mild-mannered, slow to anger. There is something boyish about him: clear skies put him in a good mood; derision and ill-will throw him off-balance. His outlook is one of friendly sincerity bordering on naivete. Though hesitant to speak of himself, he is sincerely curious about people and events. In conversation he touches on a surprising breadth of subjects with familiarity. His education must have been indiscriminate; or else he has had many different jobs.

In his words:

"Ten years ago, I came to New York out of Kansa, where I'd been working on a farm for some time. I felt like a change. So I thought I'd drive out east - have a nice little road trip. The car broke down in Missouri. The rest of the way I hitchhiked.

"I don't know what I was looking for. Maybe the City of Dreams. You know, the one Frank Sinatra sings about." He laughs. "I got dropped off in Manhattan. I remember - the sun was setting; it was chilly, the skyscrapers rose up above me. I came to the river, looked east. New York seemed like the end of the world then. I thought of Europe. But that was too far, so I stayed here."

Or rather, that's what he might have said, except that Jack never talks about his past in such episodic terms, and takes particular care to avoid dating any of the events in his life. If asked directly about his origins or his upbringing, he will furrow his brows and allude to painful experiences that he doesn't want to bring up. If pressed further, he will, with great hesitation, drop vague statements which cannot be verified. It seems likely that the only story of his life that anyone will get from him will be a complete and utter lie.

treasure chest needs: deaths cap, destroying angel, copper, raven claw, thyme, jade bead, harmonica, guitar, other things