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Pardon
Legacy Name: Pardon
The
Darkmatter JollinOwner:
MurderAge: 12 years, 1 month, 1 week
Born: March 13th, 2012
Adopted: 12 years, 1 month, 1 week ago
Adopted: March 13th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 12
- HP: 12/12
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Dissociative Identity Disorder, becomes a killer. Blah de blah (kinda like Mr Brooks in that he tries to live a normal life but fails because of the love of killing but not like it at the same time. I don't know. Whatever comes to mind will do).
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"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been one day since my last confession."
"One day? Okay child, I don't know why you have returned so soon but tell me your sins."
Xander sighed heavily and briefly closed his eyes as he worked out what to say to the priest. He had been to a different church every day for the last week to attend confession, and each church had told him to never return. Wasn't God meant to be all-loving and the point of confession to be to atone for sins? Hell, even prisoners on death row got to speak to a priest. Or used to, anyway. He wasn't really one for religion, no matter what his actions might suggest, so he wasn't really sure.
"Well, err, I've been to a lot of churches recently and none have been able to-"
"Worry not, we are more forgiving than most. Just tell me your sins and I will help you to repent."
"Okay then." He paused, still unsure. "I've killed. More than once. Recently, in fact."
That is as far as Xander got before he heard the priest on the other side of the confessional clamber to his feet and run out while shouting for him to get out and never return. Forgiving my ass. Make that seven priests in a row to run off screaming. Though more than one did laugh it off and think it was a joke to start with.
He really should be more careful anyway, he thought, given that he had been a suspect from day one and any police officer to see him instantly attempted to arrest him.
Xander couldn't help it. He just enjoyed killing. Well, that was a lie. He hated committing any crimes with a passion however Steven, as he liked to refer to his 'other self', loved it. He suspected he had been committing various crimes (perhaps starting small and working his way up) since he was a child but it was only recently he began to remember doing so. Everything from the meticulous planning to the thrill of the crime and the rush to clean up before he was caught after. To begin with, he assumed it must be a dream because the entire event felt like an out of body experience however he soon learnt everything was true.
So here he was. Running out of church before the police arrived because of one scared priest forgetting confession was confidential. Again.
He jumped over a wall at the end of the alley he was running down, falling flat on his face on the other side. Given that it was less of a jump and more of a clamber, it wasn't really a shock.
"I'm arresting you on suspicion of multiple murders. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you say may be given in evidence."
Shit.
Xander looked up from where he was laid on the floor to see a police officer stood directly in front of him; he'd pretty much walked into this one.
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"What're you in for?" one of the other men locked in his temporary cell in the police station asked Xander, looking him up and down and taking in his now ripped and dirtied suit. He looked as if he was about to make some joke but an officer walked over to the cell before he could.
"Xander Phillips?" she asked. "Come with me."
He gratefully walked to the door of the cell and was handcuffed promptly by the officer before being taken out. Great, interrogation time.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been one day since my last confession."
"One day? Okay child, I don't know why you have returned so soon but tell me your sins."
Xander sighed heavily and briefly closed his eyes as he worked out what to say to the priest. He had been to a different church every day for the last week to attend confession, and each church had told him to never return. Wasn't God meant to be all-loving and the point of confession to be to atone for sins? Hell, even prisoners on death row got to speak to a priest. Or used to, anyway. He wasn't really one for religion, no matter what his actions might suggest, so he wasn't really sure.
"Well, err, I've been to a lot of churches recently and none have been able to-"
"Worry not, we are more forgiving than most. Just tell me your sins and I will help you to repent."
"Okay then." He paused, still unsure. "I've killed. More than once. Recently, in fact."
That is as far as Xander got before he heard the priest on the other side of the confessional clamber to his feet and run out while shouting for him to get out and never return. Forgiving my ass. Make that seven priests in a row to run off screaming. Though more than one did laugh it off and think it was a joke to start with.
He really should be more careful anyway, he thought, given that he had been a suspect from day one and any police officer to see him instantly attempted to arrest him.
Xander couldn't help it. He just enjoyed killing. Well, that was a lie. He hated committing any crimes with a passion however Steven, as he liked to refer to his 'other self', loved it. He suspected he had been committing various crimes (perhaps starting small and working his way up) since he was a child but it was only recently he began to remember doing so. Everything from the meticulous planning to the thrill of the crime and the rush to clean up before he was caught after. To begin with, he assumed it must be a dream because the entire event felt like an out of body experience however he soon learnt everything was true.
So here he was. Running out of church before the police arrived because of one scared priest forgetting confession was confidential. Again.
He jumped over a wall at the end of the alley he was running down, falling flat on his face on the other side. Given that it was less of a jump and more of a clamber, it wasn't really a shock.
"I'm arresting you on suspicion of multiple murders. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you say may be given in evidence."
Shit.
Xander looked up from where he was laid on the floor to see a police officer stood directly in front of him; he'd pretty much walked into this one.
"What're you in for?" one of the other men locked in his temporary cell in the police station asked Xander, looking him up and down and taking in his now ripped and dirtied suit. He looked as if he was about to make some joke but an officer walked over to the cell before he could.
"Xander Phillips?" she asked. "Come with me."
He gratefully walked to the door of the cell and was handcuffed promptly by the officer before being taken out. Great, interrogation time.
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Discarded Bone
Gnawed Rib Bones
Gnawed Thigh Bone
Tiger Bones
Franky Gnawed Bone
Pounding Heart
Grotesquely Long Tongue
Mutated Heart
Infected Muscle Tissue
Cherry Gummy Heart
Xentrilis
Bunnyep
Barghest
Nightmane
Devel
Morostide Bloodred Saber
Bloody Hatchet
Bloodred Sai
Bloodred Axe
Ultra Sword