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Minion the Fire Carrier
Harverst
Legacy Name: Harverst
The
Graveyard HarvesterOwner:
LadyNaloMeliAge: 12 years, 6 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 8th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: February 4th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 13
- Strength: 25
- Defense: 25
- Speed: 25
- Health: 25
- HP: 25/25
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
-Profile Undergoing Heavy Construction
Below is a basic outline of Harve.
Character Theme: Works for Komatos, is the reaper (reaps souls for the dark side undead army), kept in check by Tirgit. Is very swift and spot on with all attacks, has never had a miss-reap since his death.
Basic Background Sum Up: Harverst was in his past life a psychotic doer of good. He was very obsevant in his watching of others. When he watched those who hurt others, he could find what made them tick. Once he had that he went out and used their obsession to lure them in and he then took their life. He was quick with the kill, it was clean and for them most part painless. His only aim was to stop their onslaught of the innocent. But one day it all went wrong. He saw a man attacking a woman; she was on the brink of death. He came him and ended the mans life with single blow. But then blackness. He had misjudged. The man was the victim, only attacking in self defense. It was the woman...
He awoke to a dimly lit abyss of nothingness. No sounds, no movements. And then out of no whereappeared a large figure. He emmited a pleasant glow, but there was something dark about the presence of this being. He spoke, his voice stong but fluid. "Harverst... You have done manyevil deeds... and now you must pay..."
"No this is wrong... I only helped rid the world of wrong... I was doing a good thi..."His tongue suddenly was no more. How was this possible?! Who was this man? Where was he even?! So many thoughts surged through his brain... And then there was no thought, only drive. His soul was no longer his own. He had no choice. All light was gone and then there was nothing but pain. His body was mutating in to a stong and even more sufficent killer. His movements precise, evenwalking about felt different. After a few minutes of taking to this new body, he realized in his hand was a huge sythe. It was light and moved silently through the air.
It hit him, at that very moment. He was a reaper. Not even in his past life dreams had he imagined such a being really existed. But here he was, physical proof.
A large beast came forth. The shadows seemed to consume him, even in the already black space. A hound straight from the pits of all darkness. And he knew, this shadow would forever haunt him, and keep him in check.
The last thought he had that would be his own concious being, was what his mother had once toldhim. "The path to hell is paithed with good intentions."