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I can't even DRAW right anymore, with school/stress D: It's only been four days, and I'm already pulling 1am shifts.
My time management skills suck.

And to help my rather dark mood today... I went ahead and revamped Damascus again.

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Background Story/Info thing

Damascus was born into a political family in the small European country of Latvia. The family's role were like that of bodygaurds, for the main leader's of the country. The memories Elm has of his father was that everyday, his father would leave the house with dark clothes, and underneath- a hidden array of arsenal. It was only natural, his father taught him how to use the tools of his trade.

For a period of time in his homeland, the country was unstable, and many conflicts took place, and in one of those events, his family was stripped from their status and banished. But the term 'banishment' had only been a cover story for what was planned as Elm's family was about to depart.

Members indirectly associated with the Red Army were ordered to assassinate the Elmrest family, in which they mostly achieved. The ambush they planned caught Damascus's father and mother, and were thrown into the Gulf of Riga before young Elm could even hold his dagger and defend them. But when one of the assasin's approached Elm, he did not think a 13 year old would or even could best him.

The assassin was dead before he hit the ground.

The others were surprised and grew angry at him, and also at the fallen member. He could not be an elite, if he could not even foresee such an amateur's move. The commanding officer (of sorts) spoke foreign words of dissatisfaction regarding the dead assasin's skill level, but then his attention turned to Elm. This boy had skill for an early age. And apparently, his colleagues thought so too, as they took him back. For them, this was the beginning of whole new operation.

For Elm, this was the beginning of his revenge.

--fin as of now
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I made this up in.. EURO HISTORY CLASS. C:

Description

I can't even DRAW right anymore, with school/stress D: It's only been four days, and I'm already pulling 1am shifts.
My time management skills suck.

And to help my rather dark mood today... I went ahead and revamped Damascus again.

------------------

Background Story/Info thing

Damascus was born into a political family in the small European country of Latvia. The family's role were like that of bodygaurds, for the main leader's of the country. The memories Elm has of his father was that everyday, his father would leave the house with dark clothes, and underneath- a hidden array of arsenal. It was only natural, his father taught him how to use the tools of his trade.

For a period of time in his homeland, the country was unstable, and many conflicts took place, and in one of those events, his family was stripped from their status and banished. But the term 'banishment' had only been a cover story for what was planned as Elm's family was about to depart.

Members indirectly associated with the Red Army were ordered to assassinate the Elmrest family, in which they mostly achieved. The ambush they planned caught Damascus's father and mother, and were thrown into the Gulf of Riga before young Elm could even hold his dagger and defend them. But when one of the assasin's approached Elm, he did not think a 13 year old would or even could best him.

The assassin was dead before he hit the ground.

The others were surprised and grew angry at him, and also at the fallen member. He could not be an elite, if he could not even foresee such an amateur's move. The commanding officer (of sorts) spoke foreign words of dissatisfaction regarding the dead assasin's skill level, but then his attention turned to Elm. This boy had skill for an early age. And apparently, his colleagues thought so too, as they took him back. For them, this was the beginning of whole new operation.

For Elm, this was the beginning of his revenge.

--fin as of now
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I made this up in.. EURO HISTORY CLASS. C: