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Post by Max Fox on Feb 19, 2018 12:12:25 GMT -7
Nero Maximus Fox
NICKNAMES: Max AGE: 36 GENDER: Male RESIDENCE: D5 OCCUPATION: The odd things here and there SPECIAL INFO: Deserter FACE CLAIM: Dylan Rieder PLAYER ALIAS: Eileen
What do you want to know? I'm no one. I used to be a someone, well, if you count being in a system a someone. I guess I existed back then, as much as anyone could exist during a time of war. I was 25 when the war started, but my war started even before I was born. I don't know anything about it, except that my entire life has been war. Either someone didn't want me or... Hell I don't know. I don't like to think about it too much, not anymore. What does it matter? The past is the past. Anyone who ever cared about me is probably dead. Not that anyone ever did. Who the hell leaves their kid at by some random factory? Not even a door to an orphanage or anything, I was found in a bush. A f*cking bush, can you believe that? And not even inside one of those baskets with a blanket. Nope. Whoever the hell put me there, I don't know, the woman who birthed me? Well, get this, all I had on was a shirt. In the middle of winter. Short of just killing me themselves, they left me for dead.
Ah... Who cares... I don't. f*ck them.
Well, as you can probably guess, someone found me. They didn't want me either, but at least they had the decency to take me to an orphanage. I guess that was better than nothing. I don't remember anything from when I was a baby of course, my first memory was being high up in a tree and some kids throwing rocks at me. I got beat up a lot. No one ever wanted me either, no family wanted to adopt me. I guess all they saw was greasy hair and bruises. I had to go to school just like everyone else, I hated and loved it at the same time. My teacher was cool, he taught me a lot of things about electricity and technology. That's where I learned it all from. He died five years into the war, his daughter and wife with him. He was the only person that gave two shits about me. Always got the bullies to leave me alone. They even invited me to dinner every day of the week. They were like a family to me, even if I wasn't legally theirs or anything. I got kicked out of the orphanage when I was 13, I guess they don't like it when you steal their stuff. Haha. I lived in the streets after that. I'd go to school during the day and when it was time to dinner, I'd go to their place. They offered me a couch in their house. It was a small house and I knew they weren't rich, they could barely afford the clothes on their backs. I think I should have said yes, but I didn't. I was too proud for that shit back then.... I should have said yes. Then maybe none of this would have ever happened.
...This? Oh. Well. First I got arrested a few times. Misdemeanors here and there, stealing, vandalism, the usual stuff. I finished school but I didn't have anything after that. He said I was smart, I could have been whatever I wanted to be. He always said shit like that. But I guess I wasn't as smart as he thought because I became... this. Worthless waste of space. Heh. Anyways. I did some odd jobs here and there, under the table stuff. Then when the war started, and guess who was dumb enough to sign himself up?
I always think back to that night his family offered me a place to stay when I was a kid. Because I think if I had said yes, I would have been home. I would never have volunteered just for a few gold coins. I could have got them out. I could have told him something. I could have done something. But I wasn't there. Not until later when the house was already burned to the ground.
And then I ran. Because I didn't know what else to do. I've been running and hiding every since.
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