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Dubstep has a minion!

Minion the Emotion

Dubstep
Legacy Name: Dubstep

The

Angelic Jollin
Owner: Maximum

Age: 14 years, 6 months

Born: October 10th, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 24th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 11
Strength: 26
Defense: 20
Speed: 20
Health: 20
HP: 20/20
Intelligence: 2
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Store Clerk

Outgoing | Sly | Greedy | Caring | Loyal

I was born an ordinary Angel Jollin. I enjoyed the life of freedom and wandering, like everyone before me. Every morning I would emerge from my home with my wings and ears fluffed out and ready to go on an adventure. I spent days flying around Subeta, which I enjoyed in my early youth. It was a pleasant and safe place for children to roam. However everything was tame and mute. People spent their days in a routine, going to work or lazing around. As I grew older, like my childish wonder... my excitement for adventure died. It looked as if there was little to look forward to in their clockwork world.

On one of my final nomadic days I was about to turn tail and leave. I decided to take a moment to look over Centropolis. I flapped my wings and remained in place, just to take in a motionless view. I let my ears relax to take in the sounds of the city, admiring the creatures of the city moving like ants below me. Vehicles seemed to move to the beat of my wings and I chuckled, moving closer to a major road, it made the sound of cars going by a solid base.

I closed my eyes and took all the sounds in... it was as if their boring lives could turn the world in to music. Music, even in their clockwork lives.

I had an epiphany. I turned my head side to side to see where all the sounds were really from, then I turned tail and went home.

When I returned home I was greeted with dead silence. I took the opportunity to fill the void. I dropped my bag and ran into my room then turned on my CD player to my favourite beats. Looking around the room I was seeking inspiration. I picked up a broom from the cleaning closet in my hallway. I tapped it against my door, my dresser and my bed looking for a solid beat. It was good, but a little mundane.I turned to my sheets and began shaking them making a soft whopping sound. It was a little more unique but still not enough.

Finally, I grabbed my old record player, it was broken but still made sound. I took the old record and softly pushed it back and forth on the needle. The sound was scratchy but added a flavor to the favourite music that I never thought could exist.

Forget adventuring, forget the clockwork lifestyle. A new art was born!