oh hey! what's this? something that's not fetish? QUICK CALL THE GUARDS!!

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A guy can have sexy stuff and cool stuff too no? anyhow

 toughset was having a interesting commission for characters, and thought hey why not? So allow me to introduce to you Mixmaster.

STORY TIME!!

A blue Kangaroo who was a notorious thief, but with little to no reputation nor the fact that he had stolen something of serious value he was more known as petty thief.

however an underground gang who have heard tales of how about how despite the small jobs, was able to be undetected and have little to no casualties.. (he's never actually killed but has gotten into fights..) they took interest and wanted him to steal a priceless artifact a ancient tribal shield that was going to be put on display at a grand museum. Mixmaster eagerly took the job, hearing about the challenge he knew this was going to be his big pay.

as nightfall came he made his attempt as he slipped on his hoodie and vanished into the museum.. Things went smoothly for him as he was staying close to the walls, hidden in the darkness and out of sight of the guards. He spotted it... the shield that the gang had told him about... unguarded.. and unprotected.. approaching with caution he took the shield with ease with a small smirk looking to see if any alarms were set he was close... now to escape, however, being so proud of his achievement marveling over such a wonderful item, he decided to wear it on his arm for good measure, as he rolled up his sleeve, slipping it through the brace, it fitted... to a point, as the wood seemed a bit sharp, it cut into his arm a little, he gritted his teeth as a bit of blood dripped on to the shield but he brushed it off small price to pay to get something of such value... however unknown to him at the time the blood that rested on the shield was absorbed...

"blood... I smell blood"

A weak sinister voice could be heard as Mix looked around thinking he was discovered, but then, his heart started pounding... he began to sweat, as he decided it would be best to remove the shield, much to his dismay and surprise, it would not come off...

"more... I NEED MORE!!"

Mix started to feel a panic rise from him as he struggled with the shield the voice now much clearer and no longer raspy or weak it was clear on what it wanted... as the as the world swirled around him he struggled in the last seconds to try to remove the shield but to no avail..

then things went dark...


As he regained consciousness groggily getting himself up the ground, he was outside his head pounding, body sore, it was still dark and the only light that was shining was from a overhead light from the street... at first he thought perhaps it was something he drank or just had a bit too much fun, unfortunately those thoughts were quashed the moment he saw the shield still latched onto his arm like a leech..

"what.. the hell??"

as he looked on with dismay and bewilderment he heard the faint sounds of sirens and perhaps a helicopter in the sky he immediately hid in what was the only place of cover... now things were coming together... No doubt it was the police responding to the lost artifact from the museum. as he shook his head in disbelief knowing that he's now no longer a petty thief.. but a national thief.. which at the time seemed like the best goal... but upsetting bitter on his outcome... a hollow victory

then as he started to put two and two together another problem arose

"dammit the gang!!"

the gang that hired him have more than likely gotten word of what happened... and without any memory let alone still having the shield now stuck onto him they too were out on the search... for the prize... regardless of Mix being alive... or dead

"Well least I'm known.." Mixmaster said with a sigh knowing now though.. this was only the start...