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Chlove has a minion!

Jagger the Rockitty

Chlove
Legacy Name: Chlove

The

Glacier Kumos
Owner: Whisperwind

Age: 14 years, 8 months, 3 days

Born: July 16th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 7 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 4th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 2
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Stock Worker

My story...

Chlove was an incredibly happy child. Her parents were the wealthiest people in her small town; they lived in an estate that lowly street urchans came to gawk at daily. Her life was incredibly care-free, no responsibilites, days spent lounging around; gorging herself on delicacies and having to do no school work besides the occasionally having to flip through a magazine and read short sentences. Chlove enjoyed this life whole heartedly and repeated her routine every day - sleeping in, stuffing herself, napping, having people wait on her.. it was all granted to Chlove and she thought nothing of it and had no desire for it to be changed... the only way it would change was if she was ripped out of it.
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Chlove was around 14 years old when her mother & father decided to take a 'vacation' and drag her with them. Chlove, caught up in her privileged life as usual was oblivious to the glances her mother and father exchanged, the worried way they looked at their piling bills. It would be obvious to anyone that they were having money problems; but Chlove, even if she had suspected it, would have refused to believe it.
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Chlove looked at the car clock wearily. It had been close to 13 hours since her parents and her had left their large home. They were going on a lovely, peaceful, vacation; at least that's how they referred to it. So far, to Chlove, this vacation had been far from perfection to her. It had started off by them lugging one small suitcase a piece onto a grubby bus; they had had to go on 4 off those before they were transported to a shady looking rental car place where they rented a car older then Chlove; one that creaked endlessly and was probably in no condition to carry them wherever they were going. So, here she sat, 5 hours later; after moaning and whining to her parents non-stop and having to cover her ears because of the sounds the car could produce. Chlove quickly glanced out the window, and sighed. They were driving up the side of a mountain; where pine tree after pine tree was lined up and seemed to go on forever. Chlove was pretty sure this rugged wilderness wasn't the place to house a spa; unlike their normal destinations. Finally, after another hour of Chlove contemplating sobbing, they finally arrived at the 'vacation suite'. A tiny, wooden cabin; with no more then one room and certainly no room service. Chlove dragged her suitcase through the snow unhappily, and as her father opened the door to the small home Chlove gasped. It was awful - dirty, rough floors; no furniture besides an old stove and three mattresses stuffed with hay and placed messily on the ground. After throwing a fit over the condition of the home, Chlove was distraught. She had received no agreement from her parents from it - rather, a slap from her mother and a shout from her father. Steaming, Chlove had run outside, as far as she could into the deep forest. She had cried and screamed where no one besides birds and the occasional dear could hear. After an hour of this, she decided she would make her way back to the cabin but still do her best to shun her parents. She headed back, snow crunching under her feet; and through her anger was some what relieved she found her way back. She grudgingly tried to open the door, but a heavy weight stopped her from doing this. She was tempted to curse out her parents and demand why they had locked her out, but she knew it would in no way help her to get on their good side. She walked over to the ice coated window and peered inside lightly. The first thing that caught her eye was a pool of red directly below her eyes inside. She wondered what it was; perhaps her mother or father had spilled soup or a drink on the floor. She searched her eyes around the room and had to cup her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. That hadn't been a lock on the door - it was the body of her mother. Throat slit, eyes lifeless. It hadn't been soup afterall... She forced herself to look around the room again, and located her father next to the ancient stove, his fate similiar to her mother's. Then something caught her eye again - a small bit of motion. Someone was in the cabin, searching through the suitcases, a bloody knife gripped in his hand. She fought the urge to gag at the sight of the knife and then the reality of what had happened hit her. Someone killed your parents. You're all alone. They'll know soon your mom and dad weren't the only ones here. They'll come for you soon. She repeated the last sentence over and over in her head until she finally forced her jelly-like legs to run. Run far, far away. So far she wouldn't meet her demise today -- she hoped... She thought while her legs worked feverishly, bringing her down the mountain and through the trees. She knew their were flaws in her plan. Night was coming and she had no warmth except the thin jacket she had taken the time to throw on angrily. She had no protection besides her bare hands, which were shaking so hard they'd be useless anyway. Once she got off the mountain, there were miles and miles of pure wilderness; with who knows what in it? Bears, mountain lions... more horrors she wouldn't even repeat in her head. She had no food or water and what could she salvage in the heavy snow? Frost covered leaves as a meal and dirty snow as a drink. And what about the... the... person who had gotten rid of her parents? Would they find her? The worries and concerns and risks were endless. Chlove finally made it onto the edge of the forest and gulped back tears. It was night, and the many miles of trees ahead of her looked horrifying and forbidding. She walked for maybe a mile into them, jumping at everyone sound, almost screaming. She finally came along to a clump of bushes that looked like they would hide her pretty well; the thick leaves and branches had blocked snow from coming in and would probably do the same to animals. As she rocked herself to sleep, she did the best to warm herself and clear her mind, but one question stood out in bold to her. What am I going to do?

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