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Kiegan has a minion!

Kupo~ the Zoogle

Kiegan
Legacy Name: Kiegan

The

Spectrum Kumos
Owner:

mixgoldenphoenix

Age: 13 years, 7 months, 1 day

Born: October 25th, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 2nd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 6
Strength: 15
Defense: 12
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 7
Books Read: 6
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Name: Kiegan [key-gan]
Gender: Male
Age: 33-years-old
DoB: October 25th
Orientation: Hasn't given it much thought.
Height: 5'8"/172.7 cm
Likes: Housekeeping, Raising Lakio, Doting on others, Cooking, Relaxing after a hard day's work, Jonah.
Dislikes: Dust, dirt, and their ilk, Demanding and/or stressful situations, Lakio in distress, Akaar's minion collection.

Bio:As a young adult, Kiegan was a hard worker at a business firm. He loved working with schedules. He loved the routine of having a desk job. He put everything he had into what he did. Tried to make sure everything was perfect. The higher-ups were pleased with his performance. As long as he kept to the schedule, kept doing what he did, there would be no problems. Thick or thin, rain or shine, sickness or in health, he showed up to work. He loved his job, after all. Practically married to it! Until, one day, he wasn't. Due to a miscalculation on someone else's part, Kiegan made a mistake. He was late in gathering some important documents together and, as a result, he was fired.

Kiegan was devastated. The mistake hadn't been his, for one thing. He was just following his orders, like he'd always done. But, they needed a fall guy and he was it. They kicked him to the curb without a second thought. He felt as if he'd lost his home. He hadn't. His home was still waiting for him to get back home. But his job had been his home away from home. And now it was gone.

Feeling lost, he decided then was just as good a time as any to start drinking. Alcohol had rarely touched his lips, but to Hell with it. All those guys on TV turned to booze when down in the dumps. Why couldn't he? It didn't take him long to find a bar. It didn't take him long to get drunk. And it didn't take him long to be kicked out of that establishment, as well. He was just too drunk. Walking home proved to be a trick. The world just would not stay still. Sometimes, the wall wouldn't hold him up. Nothing was going right for him.

As he was lamenting this fact, a stranger leapt out from the shadows of an alley. Kiegan squinted at the other man. A younger man. Wyllop by the looks of him. The stranger was holding something towards him, something that glinted in the street lights, and demanded Kiegan to hand over his wallet. Through the severe fog in his mind, Kiegan managed to put two and two together and realize he was being robbed. At knife point. Turns out, his life could get worse.

Something within Kiegan snapped in that moment. Maybe it was because of the alcohol in his system, maybe it was the stress of the situation, maybe it was a combination of both. Whatever it was, Kiegan found himself refusing the knife-wielding stranger. He refused him outright and vehemently began to tell the young man off. Before he knew it, he was also telling the young man how he'd lost his job, how he'd lost everything it felt like, and, now, he was probably going to lose his wallet and his life. Life wasn't fair, at all.

He was surprised when his assailant put away the knife, awkwardly scratched the back of his head, and told him he was sorry. That he'd never actually planned to rob Kiegan; it was just supposed to have been a joke. That's what he did to entertain himself. Realizing he wasn't about to die and that he'd gotten worked up over nothing, Kiegan, once again, yelled at the Wyllop. Despite facing Kiegan's tear-streaked fury, the Wyllop introduced himself. His name was Lamon. He told Kiegan he'd help him back to wherever he lived, since Kiegan looked so smashed. When Kiegan refused, weakly trying to swat away the stranger's hands, Lamon did something that further shocked him. Lamon gave him his knife. Told him he could keep it, if he wanted. He just wanted to make sure Kiegan got home safe. He was a prankster, but he wasn't cold-hearted.

Still heavily intoxicated and perhaps a bit too agreeable, Kiegan allowed Lamon to half-carry, half-drag his sorry rear back to his apartment. Lamon left him at his door. He simply made sure Kiegan got in his apartment okay, and then he was gone. Kiegan had thought that would be the last he ever saw of that strange mugger-that-wasn't-a-mugger. He was wrong.

The next day, after going out and getting a stack of applications, Kiegan returned to his home to find Lamon waiting for him at his apartment door. Kiegan may or may not have shrieked in surprise and thrown the applications into the air. The two exchanged words as Lamon helped him pick up the papers. The Wyllop had wanted to check and make sure that Kiegan was doing all right. He had seemed a bit, well, fatalistic last they'd met. Kiegan assured him he was fine. Lamon didn't ask if he could come in; Kiegan didn't want to invite him in. The two parted ways a second time.

Third time they crossed paths was at the mouth of another alley. Kiegan couldn't even deny the shriek that time. Lamon, of course, found his reaction amusing. When Kiegan demanded to know why the young man was stalking him, Lamon shrugged and said he wasn't. Not really. Kiegan just frequented an area he frequented. Kiegan told him he didn't much like Lamon scaring or following him. So, Lamon gave him his phone number. Obviously, this action confused Kiegan, but Lamon just explained that he was giving it to him in case the Kumos ever felt the need to drink again. It would be better to rant his problems to a stranger willing to listen than to drown his sorrows in booze. Plus, he liked Kiegan. The guy was funny.

Lost my job, came home mad
Got a hug and kiss and that's too bad
She said I can go to work until you find another job
I thought I like the sound of that
Watch TV and take long naps
Go from a hand working dad to being Mr. Mom

Mr. Mom by Lonestar