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Driskoll
Legacy Name: Driskoll


The Common Legeica
Owner: Foxblood

Age: 14 years, 10 months, 1 week

Born: May 9th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 10 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: May 9th, 2011

Statistics


  • Level: 10
     
  • Strength: 25
     
  • Defense: 24
     
  • Speed: 22
     
  • Health: 24
     
  • HP: 15/24
     
  • Intelligence: 16
     
  • Books Read: 16
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


The Hermit

His first death had been a girl in an evening dress. What passed for evening dresses back then, anyways. At the turn of the century, fashion was not the most important thing, and he was far worse: still a boy in rags, apprenticed to a man who worked with wood. He does not know whether to call the craft carpentry, for he could still vaguely remember his mother, the scent of her magic, and the tales she had told. Somehow, the world hadn't quite managed to live up to his expectations.

But she was rich. In a way, she was magic. Where his cheeks were gaunt and his breathing inclined to shake, she was round-cheeked and bright-eyed and bedecked in colors.

She is old enough to know pride. "My father," she says, her voice high and full of borrowed power, "will have your hands off for stealing. He'll drag your whole family to town and make them watch." Contrary to belief, children were no strangers to vindication. This was simply misdirected revenge.

"Ain't got no family," he replies, grinning. "You ain't supposed to be outside either, are you?" She quailed at that, and his grin grew wider.

It wasn't difficult after all, luring her to water. He was nothing special himself, not yet, but he knew to talk fast and make up stories. He also knew to keep his mouth shut, so most folk took him to be a plain and untalented child. His master had him beaten on a regular basis, but it was a small price to pay.

Nobody thinks to blame the body, dressed prettily in colored ribbons, on the carpenter's dummy. But he would always remember how she looked, for she had been his first: thrashing, helpless, terrified in her ecstacy.

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