Character: Alatra

Name: Alatra
Class: Gunslinger
Side: Evil
Kingdom: Death
Specialize: súng and Gun Shooting
Pet Species: ngọn lửa, chữa cháy Wolf
Pet Name: Spitfire
Story: I was abandoned. I was abandoned. I was abandoned. I was abandoned. I was abandoned. The endless words repeating in my head. I was abandoned. My head started to pulse and my eyes glared. They shot strait ahead. Do bạn hear that? I looked up at the woman thinking... Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP. She snapped her fingers and I gasped. Memories flashing before my eyes.
The old run down shack bởi the creek where I was left, unwanted. The night I made my first gun. The night I grew depressed and angry. The sleeps I had spent crying. My gun collection hung high on my wall. Dew drop mornings when I learned how to kill. And my most feared night of all, the night I left. The night I left to come only here, to suffer more. And even thêm abandoned then ever. They have operated on me, injected blue dyes in what hope? For a warrior. Today is the final operation, injection and pleade. Why? Because today they take me away, and to come back with no emotions and no heartbeat. Only hate.
Hello? ALATRA?!
I snapped out of it and glared at the woman, looking down at my straps.
Let. Me. Go.
I struggled and was shot with a sleep dart bởi The Unison as they call them. Right as I am zoning out the woman whispers words that I can make out.
Sleep now.
My eyes drift off and a final tear rolls off my cheek as they drive me away to the operating room and my final breath.