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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;❝ 'ello, my name is arrow. but i am referred to as 'narrator' in this entry. c:❞
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ;;❝ hello. call me fleet. now..uh..narrator.. take it from here.. trying to keep this low-profile.❞
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ;;❝ my pleasure. fleet is quite obviously male snow leopard, and i suggest you don't go to sleep for the rest of your life if you ever even mistake him for being female.❞
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ;;❝ let's see here, ah.. fleet's personality
fleet is dark and mysterious, like a silhoutte. that's why the cats in the towns he has 'passed through' call him silhoutte. he is a book with a lock of titanium strapped around it, and the key lost forever. he doesn't open up, no longer how long you pry at him. push a button, i will just put it at.. er.. you will be sorry. but you probably won't have time to have any emotions. he is quick to kill, no matter what you do. he is a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. he is sly and cunning, and is skillful at being an escapist. he had been caught about three times when he first started assassinating, and hasn't been caught ever since. he had escaped each and every trap within 10 seconds, as his slim figure allowed him to do so. no happy thoughts could pass through his dark mind, as it can only allow hatrid and revenge in, and eventually out. fleet has been unhappy since he can remember, and always takes his unhappiness out on someone that didn't even have effect on his unhappiness. he just feels like everyone deserves to feel like he does, to feel the pain. he has an intense thirst for blood, and isn't afraid to give a display.❞
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ;;❝ the good stuff.
fleet was born into an abusive family, with three older sisters and an older brother pushing him and the male runt, lark, around constantly. his parents disliked him the most out of the litter, so when the family went to hunt, he was thrown in an old shed, wrapped in tight chains from tail to neck with 5 layers of duct tape over his muzzle so if he ever called for help, no one could save him. and whenever they ate, they kept him in chains but brought him out of the shed to watch them eat. although lark always brought him some of his food. one day, when he had grown some, he was released from his chains to go protect the den while his family went to hunt. but his parents still bit and clawed him before they left, along with his 4 older siblings and lark watched, unable to do anything. when his parents and siblings returned, he decided he had enough with their behavior towards him. he first assassinated his parents, then his three sisters and his older brother, but didn't lay a paw on lark. the bodies of his only living kin sprawled before him, lark staring at his brother in fear. " lark! " he shouted excitedly. " they're gone, we don't have to fess up to them anymore! " blood dripped from his chin, and coated his grey paws. as he came closer to lark, the runt backed away. " monster! " lark yelled. " you're a monster! you killed them! " fleet's jaw dropped. " lark.. they were so crude to us.. " he responded. " i don't CARE! " lark shouted, tears flowing like a river down his cheeks. " they were all we had! " fleet didn't want to argue. it was clear lark didn't understand what they did to him, but he wanted his little brother's trust. " c'mon lark. i can take care of you now. " he said, stepping closer. " NO! " lark cried, fading into the forest. then he heard the roar of a bear followed by lark's scream, his eyes widened. he didn't go into the forest. he didn't want to see lark dead.
he scanned over the bodies once again, giving a devilish smirk as he licked the crimson liquid dripping from his chin. it hit him. this is what he wanted to do. he wanted to be an assassin. the first and final kill alike felt surreal, like nothing he had felt before. it felt so right even though it was so wrong. fleet knew this is what he wanted and would do. his eyes went narrow and cold, and took off to his first target at enchanting speeds.
he settled in a small, rural village and stayed their for months. he was about 2 years old when he finally finished his death list for the town, and he settled when he was more than one and a half. he never let anyone in his cottage. he was basically mute. he only fought with the towns people. that night, when he had finished his plan where he would hit for the next six months, struck at the midnight hour. he had a cape, which hit the syringes, daggers, hand guns, and other small weapons carefully strapped to his dark clothing. he assassinated three, then when one of the townspeople heard a slight scream, they called the police. yet, fleet managed to start getting onto the next destination with no prints or evidence left behind that it was him. he left a decoy body and blood in his cottage to make it look like he had been assassinated.
to this day, he is constantly hopping towns, always leaving no evidence that he was the assassin. and on occasion, he will happily assassinate pedestrians as he runs from city to city, town to town, and village to village.
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ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ? ;;❝ ah, simple. as stated in his history, it felt as if he was destined to kill after he assassinated most of his family. fleet knew it was wrong but it felt so right. he then decided to go on and assassinate large numbers.❞
;;❝ ah, simple. as stated in his history, it felt as if he was destined to kill after he assassinated most of his family. fleet knew it was wrong but it felt so right. he then decided to go on and assassinate large numbers.❞