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Malvin has a minion!

Minion the Midnight Dire Worm

Malvin
Legacy Name: Malvin

The Common Experiment #2285

Owner: Phonetic

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: January 29th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 2nd, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 22
   
• Strength: 54
   
• Defense: 53
   
• Speed: 54
   
• Health: 82
   
• HP: 82/82
   
• Intelligence: 21
   
• Books Read: 21
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

He worked in a gang, he was one of the bulwarks made of dense flesh that were used to intimidate and bully the more important (but wimpier) members to finish the rest of whatever scam they were doing.

How he had gotten this way was long forgotten in his toxin addled mind hidden under greasy and thick brown and tan dreadlocks that were so retched that he often just kept them in a pony tail so he wouldn't have to deal with them getting into his mocha coffee colored skin.

It felt intricite that he continued with his cycle. He would work a few nights, go gambling others, and spend his days high or unconscious due to sleep deprivation. He had been a seedy man for as long as he could remember. It felt like nothing could change and he was ok with that. Infact, he was happy. He had all he could ever want and he was genuinly apathetic (or maybe just ignorant) towards the rest of the world. He wasn't greedy, he was a simple man who needed simple things and that edge of danger biting into his palms. That was why he was so wrathful when this all change.

The start, was unknown to him for a while-and still it is more than a little fuzy-so his rage was directed at the city when he began to vomit and his muscles began to shake as though they were turning to sting cheese. His strength began to fade-he was thrown out of his job-and so he went around the streets causing as much havoc as possible. It wasn't until his muscles began to move that he realized he was in actual trouble and his anger turned to fear.

He feared he was on the brink of death for a few weeks-and he came close. His vomit turned to blood, he couldn't even hold water anymore, and he was so fevered and week that even flinching was too much for him. But, upon walking up one night a few months later in a pile of trash, he placed those feelings as a dream because as soon as his eyes slipped open he felt even stronger then he had before.

Or maybe, he had died and he was now in a permanant dream because as soon as he stepped up a worm poked out of his arm and fell to the ground. His muscles were restless, filled with warms, but he soon found he was able to order them about telepathically and he truly was stronger then before. Just by flicking the side of the brick alleyway, he could dent the wall.

Still, he was not happy. He might have been alive but what was the point of living like this? He couldn't do the job he had loved-who would want a monster like him? The anger was back but this time, letting it roll upon helpless victims wasn't enough-he needed to know how this started. He needed to find whoever had done this and either force them to change him back or just slaughter them for doing what ever it is they had done.

Months came and went, his apperance decayed, and he spent more time in the shadows and he had time to reflect. The beginning of all this seemed to steam from an apple. It was a normal green apple but he had picked it off the sidewalk as he strolled about the night. When he had bitten into it a worm had crunched between his teeth and it seemed that worms were now his fate. Worms started this, they filled him, and it seemed they woudl end this since he soon found a worm that wasn't like the ones that popped out of his veins or were natural to the earth. It was large, with teeth that nashed at him, and it didn't listen to his commands. Malvin was desperate for anything that would lead him to anything and considering this creature was stronger and scarier-just like him-he grasped at the hope that they shared a mutator and he followed it. Hope was almost lost a few times before he was brought to a dump where a boy loved. A Pathetic boy with stringy black hair and skin like charcol. He was different also but Malvin wasn't sure how to approach him. For the first time, the thought appeared that maybe he wasnot the first to be transformed or maybe there were other sorces to this. Maybe this kid was like him or maybe he was created by something else. Months of isolation had weakened his sharp brutality and made him wait in the shadows. It turned out that he didn't need to wait long, as the boy had seemingly sensed him and beckoned him in.

A gruff, unfriendly friendship was signed with the mutual hate of their situation. Malvin learned that the kid was a scintist and had did this to himself and the worm and the kid learned simply that Malvin did not know-that was all he learned. This scintist still could have been the one to mutate him and so he kept it quit.

Malvin subjecated himselfs to garage expirements. Telemachus soon confirmed that it was his syrum that had done this and the fragil friendship was broken. A war started between the two and screams were ripped from Malvins throat.

Pet Treasure

Pewter Special Coin

Silver Wrapped Chocolate 2011 Coin

Slots Coin

Iron Special Coin

Pet Friends