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Scarowinds Version 2 - The Playground

Jonny "Vein" Noble

My character's name is Jonny "Vein" Noble. I was born in proximity of Chernobyl but I wasn't mutated, because this isn't a comic book people... I became  sick, with radiation poisoning and was sent to St. Jude's Children's Hospital in the States. The ivies only made my veins produce an iridescent green glow in the night. The doctors didn't know how to save me. They put me on hospice but I started to grow stronger over time. My father was in the military and he retired from the Military to help raise me. He  instilled me with military values; so as I became stronger I joined ROTC at school. I was the kid who was a military brat but I wanted to be independent and the ability to develop my own identity from my over bearing father. Also I was the kid you thought wasn't all there but was constantly thinking, scheming but I had this thing were I constantly sought the approval of my superiors. As time went on I'd have violent outburst that only got more violent as the poison swirled in my blood affecting my brain...

So this is how I ended up at this Playground. I was threatened with being sent away all the time constantly after my violent out bursts... One day I came home from ROTC after school and heard my father on the phone talking with my school counselor. It was to much for my school  I was going to be sent away. That night I snuck into his room took his MP hand cuffs off his decoration wall and hand cuffed him to his bed post.. I sat on him and took one of his cigars still warmly burning and started barking orders in a demonic voice and he would close his eyes. I took that cigar and put it out on his eye lids burning through them. I took his military knife cut his tongue out of his mouth and saved that for the counselor at my school, who received it in the mail that week. The house accidently caught on fire and I was sent to a foster/ half way house at a new school with this playground. I would spend hours reading military books. Brooding over the displacement.

I tried to not let my hatred seep through and affect my new surroundings. I noticed the other children there some times were often heavily sedated.  I decided to set their minds free by torturing and killing the adults. Our freedom came with a price the toxic plant next door leaked radiant that unlocked their twisted souls here. Thus I would always remind them that I was their savior, their liberator. Bahahahaha!!!

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