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=• Early Life-WIP •=
 
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William hasn't been home for about twelve years now. At the tender age of fifteen, a child decided he knew best about his life and decided to skeddadle from Bum-fuckin'-nowhere to the "civilized world".
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William hasn't been home for about twelve years now. At the tender age of fifteen, William decided he knew how to best live his life and skedaddled from Bum-fuck-nowhere to the ‘civilized world’.  
  
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This went about as well as you'd expect, and a teenaged kid without even so much of a high school diploma slowly fell between the cracks, resorting to things that, to this day, he refuses to talk about. Seven years of cheating, lying, periodic drug use, vowing to become a better person, breaking that vow, crashing on people's couches, and slowly, fiercely, managing to claw his way out. A new name, chosen in admiration for an old childhood obsession with raccoons. A diploma earned online. Skills that became when there was need for money but soon stuck when the enjoyment followed. The kid managed to carve out a life- a regular, everyday, lower-middle-class life. A girl that loved him and a crappy job with opportunity for advancement, band practice every other weekend, and a burning pride.
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This went about as well as one would expect. A teenage kid without so much as a high school diploma slowly slipped between the cracks. William found himself resorting to things that, to this day, he refuses to talk about. Seven years of cheating, lying, periodic drug use, vowing to become a better person, breaking that vow, crashing on people's couches. William’s crawl out was fierce but slow. He did crawl out.
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He took a new name, chosen for a childhood obsession with raccoons. A diploma earned online. Skills learned when there was need for money but stuck with for the enjoyment that followed. William managed to carve out a life. A regular, everyday, lower-middle-class life. A girl that loved him, a crappy job with opportunity for advancement, band practice every other weekend, and a burning pride.
  
  
 
=• The Secret War-WIP  •=
 
=• The Secret War-WIP  •=
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And then the kid swallowed a bee. C'est la vie. A nightmare of drowning in honey became a horror reality, with magic that nearly set the little world the kid spent so long building for himself, and the voices of a hive broadcasting straight into his auditory cortex.
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And then William swallowed a bee. C'est la vie. A nightmare of drowning in honey became horrific reality. Along with magic that nearly tore apart the little world he’d spent so long building for himself, and the voices of a hive broadcasting straight into his auditory cortex.  
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It took a while for the boys in blue to catch up to him, but when they did, they made it very clear for the kid that he had to leave this life behind. No room for this kinda mess, they said. Don't worry, you're going to get something even better.
 
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The kid's been a boy in blue for over five years now. He's been around for a long time, even for someone who'll supposedly outlast everyone around him.. He doesn't mind. The kid knows he should be bitter. Mad. They tore him out of his life and into the life of a problem solver. But he ain't. It's not emptiness or anything, no. The kid's just as alarmed by how easy it was to run away a second time as everyone else involved.
 
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The kid calls himself William. He works for the Illuminati. He gets the job done and he doesn't look back.
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It took a while for the boys in blue to catch up to him and resolve the issue. When they did, they made it very clear that he had to leave this life behind. “No room for this kinda mess.” They said. “Don't worry, you're going to get something even better.”
  
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The kid's been a boy in blue for over five years now. He's been around for a long time, even for someone who'll supposedly outlast everyone around him. He doesn't mind. William knows he should be bitter, furious. They tore him out of his life and forced him into the life of a problem solver. He ain't. It's not emptiness, no. William’s just as alarmed by how easy it was to run away a second time as everyone else.
  
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William. He works for the Illuminati. He gets the job done. He doesn't look back.
  
  

Revision as of 00:19, 20 February 2019

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INFORMATION

Bee, Male, 27

Aliases: None known
Nationality: American
Residence: New York, New York.
Employer: Unknown
Function: Unknown


William hasn't been home for about twelve years now. At the tender age of fifteen, William decided he knew how to best live his life and skedaddled from Bum-fuck-nowhere to the ‘civilized world’.

This went about as well as one would expect. A teenage kid without so much as a high school diploma slowly slipped between the cracks. William found himself resorting to things that, to this day, he refuses to talk about. Seven years of cheating, lying, periodic drug use, vowing to become a better person, breaking that vow, crashing on people's couches. William’s crawl out was fierce but slow. He did crawl out. 

He took a new name, chosen for a childhood obsession with raccoons. A diploma earned online. Skills learned when there was need for money but stuck with for the enjoyment that followed. William managed to carve out a life. A regular, everyday, lower-middle-class life. A girl that loved him, a crappy job with opportunity for advancement, band practice every other weekend, and a burning pride.


And then William swallowed a bee. C'est la vie. A nightmare of drowning in honey became horrific reality. Along with magic that nearly tore apart the little world he’d spent so long building for himself, and the voices of a hive broadcasting straight into his auditory cortex.

It took a while for the boys in blue to catch up to him and resolve the issue. When they did, they made it very clear that he had to leave this life behind. “No room for this kinda mess.” They said. “Don't worry, you're going to get something even better.”

The kid's been a boy in blue for over five years now. He's been around for a long time, even for someone who'll supposedly outlast everyone around him. He doesn't mind. William knows he should be bitter, furious. They tore him out of his life and forced him into the life of a problem solver. He ain't. It's not emptiness, no. William’s just as alarmed by how easy it was to run away a second time as everyone else.

William. He works for the Illuminati. He gets the job done. He doesn't look back.


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=•WIP•=

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TRANSMIT- initiate the waschbär signal -RECEIVE- initiate the runaways syntax -I LIVE FOR THE SIMPLE THINGS- initiate the masked frequency -LIKE HOW MUCH THIS IS GOING TO HURT- initiate the betrayed child protocols- WITNESS- William Lotorsson.


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