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Ronnie Sukiart
Legacy Name: Ronnie Sukiart
The
Glacier RreignOwner: Trowa
Age: 14 years, 6 months
Born: September 18th, 2011
Adopted: 14 years, 6 months ago
Adopted: September 18th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Was it the act of a demon or the hand of god that molded them? Born under a troubled star, the twins were destined from the beginning to fall from whatever grace they were born and plummet into a hole of misery and woe. Darkness that choked the senses, took the heart and rung it dry before leaving the depleted pieces to gather themselves, salvation no where in sight. Born to fall and born to die. Only two truths they knew in their life. Torn with these choices one embraced and the other went against what was supposedly pre-ordained, noted by those higher then them in books in which all lives were dictated.
Born under misfortune, guided by madness, brothers joined forever. This was the story of Ronnie and Leslie Sukiart. So as it was supposed to be one embraced their star and the other went astray. Leslie embraced his evil and Ron fought against it, not believing that one could be born evil, no matter what your guardian star was.
However his brother had a venomous tongue and an even more poisonous way with words.
‘You’re no different then I. You and I share everything so what makes you think you’re more pious then me? Misfortune and evil. That’s all we have. You are no different no matter what you think. You and I share a soul…it’s only a matter of time Ronnie…’
Despite the fact that those words were his brothers, he too had uttered them on numerous occasions. When he saw the face of his twin brother he saw what could only be called a distorted perception, a foggy mirror in the bathroom that reflected something horrible, something grotesque and uniquely its own. His brothers hair was the same dirty blue color as his own, a unique color that never ceased to amaze others.
When he looked into the mirror he saw his brother, younger brother Leslie was staring back at him. He never thought himself a pious man, never once considered himself a saint among sinners, a god among men but along those same lines he never thought himself an evil man, someone beyond redemption and saving. But isn’t that what Leslie was? So why did he see him in the mirror instead of Ron or perhaps what he saw was Ron. The Ron he was meant to be.
His brother believed that the concepts of arrogance, vanity, and beauty all were justified simply by their existence. He believed in their power, in their star of misfortune so much that even as a boy his heart had been corrupted. He fell to power, beyond his eldest brother’s reach.
Truly a saint, he had known nothing but virtue and burden until that first taste of power. It was wonderful. Beautiful power. It bubbled through his veins, brought him to life as though those years of loving and caring, helping and sharing were years spent dead.
Gone.
He was mentally gone, sitting in his house now power was something he craved, needed, and became addicted to. He was surrounded in things he didn’t need, didn’t want but couldn’t give away because it was his. He possessed things only for the sake of having them, taking them from the people who needed them most for a taste of the power he had experienced that particular evening years ago. He was unable to live like this however because there was still a constant nagging for more then he could have.
His brother was right…It had only been a matter of time before he sank into the star’s aura.