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Ganjo
Legacy Name: Ganjo

The Common Experiment #188
Owner: Seth_519

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: June 11th, 2011

Adopted: 9 years, 3 weeks, 6 days ago

Adopted: February 19th, 2017

Statistics

• Level: 2
   
• Strength: 12
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 15
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Ganjo..

This thing of darkness...
Imagine every creature in the universe being a story in a simple book.
Every meeting that once was, every creation ever made, just a few simple lines on paper.All of us, all of creation, all stored in books.
That would make the universe a gigantic library, wouldn't it?
But then this library would need a gate, and spells to protect this place of precious books.And there is one Gate Keeper, a somber looking man with white hair and red eyes.


Day after day, he was only waiting.
There were so many questions swirling through his head, like a tornado, or maybe a flock of butterflies.
Who was he? What was his purpose? Why couldn't he and Greggory have been granted a marvelous story? Like the ones of Ceasar, or maybe Achilles's.
He wanted to read his own story. To read what he had done, and where he had come from.

And of course, Greggory's story too. Greggory, his brother. The only one he had ever trusted and loved.
They had been together for as long as he could remember, just protecting the library together.
Greggory's task was to organize the books, and take care of the new ones. Ganjo was the stronger one of the two brothers, and so his task was to defend the gate that led to the library. There were only few mortals who had found the secret of the gate, but quite a number of supernatural beings had heard of it, and searched for it. Demi-gods, demons, all of them had come, and failed.

Ganjo was bitter. His hands were tainted by the blood of the many he had killed over the centuries. How long had it been since he and Greggory were born? How many ticks of the clock had he had to endure?

Yes, Ganjo was very strong indeed. But he was uncertain. He didn't know what his purpose was, and why he did what he did. He couldn't even remember if he had been a child once.

Secretly he dreamed of getting out. Taking Greggory with him, and getting out of this cursed place to find their origin. Their father. Maybe they could even find a family. Who knew, who knew.
The only thing he did know, was the blood dripping down his hands after he had killed another mortal, his companions Latin and Gaelic, and Greggory, his beloved brother.

But by every being he killed, he died a little inside. Killing a thousand demons, and you will become a demon. And that was what he had become. Red eyes like the blood of the beings he had killed, white hair, as the snow outside. A skin as black as his soul has become.
Will he ever find true happiness? Or will his soul be cast away to oblivion?

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