There is a old saying '' Your past makes what you are today'' then i guess it means i am nothing but a criminal who enjoys suffering? Except this is far from the real me hehe. Sure i was raised by a bunch of bandits, from a mother who clearly lost her mind if you excuse me saying .


I don't know if she is my real mother, or the real one tossed me to die in the streets because i... well am part of the ''abyss blood'' mutation, sure my eyes looks less friendly and my flesh is black colored, but has it ever harmed anyone?





To spend my childhood alongside sadistic female, to becoming a stripper at a brothel for most of my life . I always had a dream in mind, and that dream was to be able to sing for the pleasure of people. A club where all can drink and relax with artist singing and playing music to ease the stressed out souls. Of this unforgiving world we are all cursed to live in.



When i gathered enough money to purchase my dream, this harsh reality came to my door. My boss was far from happy of my decision, leaving me with 2 opportunity. First choice was to act proud and tell her to buzz off, she said she would bring someone that will be more than happy selling me to the slave market, with or without my skin on.


Second choice was sadly the only choice leaving me alive , to turn my club into a brothel for that horrible tyrant known as Yael. She'll collect profits from the business, and i am to make sure i pay in time or the same outcome as the first choice would happen.



I kept at least pieces of my dream by singing at the club most of the nights, she may own most of my profits but she will not stop my dream from happening. The day she finally bites the dust, i'll kick all those whores and drug dealers out , and we shall all cheer and drink at my club restored.

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art and oc belongs to me



nevrean race  mick39