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Edward Dewey has a minion!

Passion the Catico




Edward Dewey
Legacy Name: Edward Dewey


The Graveyard Cybill
Owner: Fray

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 6 days

Born: November 22nd, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: November 22nd, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 9
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Former Life

Name: Edward Dewey
Age: 26 years old
Occupation: S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team; Rear Security/Pilot
Hobbies: Dance, Writing/Reading Poetry

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July 23rd, 1998

After a series of grisly murders in the Arklay Mountains region outside of Raccoon City, S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team was sent in to investigate. I was co-pilot to Kevin Dooly - A volunteer R.P.D. pilot who had been elected to fly for this mission. Before I knew it, there was the sound of thunder in the air, and the next thing I heard was the loud bang that crippled the helicopter - A lightning strike. As the 'copter went down, we all held on to whatever we could get a hold of. Luckily enough, Kevin managed to land it safely, a few clatters and bangs later. After checking that everyone was okay, we all left the helicopter to access the situation. Before long we split up and began to explore the surrounding area... Rebecca Chambers - Bravo team's 18 year-old medic and newest recruit - ended up locating an upturned military vehicle, inside it were the officers that were once driving it, dead. Mutilated in fact. Rebecca managed to locate a file, documenting the entire reason they were there in the first place - transporting a prisoner by the name of Billy Coen. She then read some of it out loud to us, and I could feel my anger boiling - That scumbag had killed these good men, who were simply doing their job, before escaping! So our captain, Enrico Marini, decided for us to go on a bit of a "man-hunt", so to speak. We all then, once again, went on our separate ways to look around, with our captain asking us to keep him updated at all times, when possible.

Sometime later, I had strayed farther than the rest of bravo, and there wasn't anyone in sight. I was beginning to think that the hunt was in vain, before, after another few paces, I spot something metallic in the distance. Another vehicle? Just as I am thinking about investigating it, I suddenly hear a rustling in the bushes behind me. I turn my head slightly to look, and don't see anything. Another rustle! From the left this time - I turn around in alarm, but can still not see anything that would be making that noise. Probably an animal... or maybe a teammate? "Forest, Richard... is that you?" How stupid, I couldn't see the flashlight beams.. Maybe it's the escaped prisoner? my grip tightened on my rifle as I prepared to potentially shoot. Without warning, another rustle is followed by... something jumping right out of the foliage in the opposite direction I was facing, immediately sprinting towards me. I turn around, but it jumps on me, my rifle blocking the way between it's jaws and my face. It looked like some kind of rotted, mutated dog. I somehow manage to leap up and fling the creature a few metres away, before trying my best to aim at it to bring it down. I let off a shot, maybe two, before suddenly another appears, and I feel claws on my back from a third. I had made a grave mistake in bringing my rifle - it was just not the sort of weapon to take on multiple, fast creatures. One of them clamps it's jaws around my leg, pulling me down, while another leaps up and latches it's jaws onto my shoulder. I scream out in pain, but I continue to wrestle them off. A sudden burst of adrenaline gives me the energy to try and make my escape, I whack the dog in the face with my rifle so hard that it lets go of me and falls on top of the one grabbing on to my leg, stunning it slightly. I sprint away, although limping, firing a few shots behind me as I head towards the vehicle I had spotted previously. Foolishly, I end up tripping. I see the outline of a figure a few metres away - I call to them. They turn towards me and through the dim light I realise that this person did not look okay -- They had chunks missing from their face and body. With it slowly shambling towards me, my mind begins to race. No... Impossible... Zombies aren't real... are they? Just as I am thinking this, my eyes dart toward another figure moving, and my heart sinks - There is more than one. I get to my feet and dodge the first "zombie" as it lunges for me, and completely evade the second. I can hear the dog pack gaining on me, so I quickly continue running towards my destination. As it comes into view, I realise that it's a train, and I have got to get on board if I am to stand any chance of surviving this hell. Suddenly, another dog leaps out from nowhere, knocking the rifle out of my hands and me over, the gun skidding along the ground to stop at the feet of the rest of the pack. The dog claws at my face, I manage to kick it off. I jump up, and consider retrieving my gun, before I accept that I cannot get to it. I reluctantly leave it behind as I poorly sprint through some foliage to reach the side of the train, desperate for a way in. I look back briefly, and cannot see any sign of the dogs, but I know they must be close. I cannot see a door, so I make the decision to go through a window. So, with the little strength I had left, I force myself to jump clean through, landing on the floor of the train with a thud... and that's when I saw Rebecca.

"It's worse than.. we can't.. you must be careful, Rebecca
- The forest is full of.. zombies and monsters."

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Coding / Content (c) Me - Edward Dewey (c) Capcom

Pet Treasure


Police Rifle

Police Utility Belt

Blue Utility Vest

Plain Black Pants

Black Steel-Toed Boots

A History of Dancing

Ballroom Dance Lessons I

Ballroom Dance Lessons II

Dance Instructions: The Shuffle

Book of Poetry

Grease Gun

Welding Torch

Infected Love Plushie

Jar Of Zombie Drool

Bloody Zombie Drool

Zombie Jaw

Pet Friends


Richard Aiken
I've always admired your positive outlook.