My name is Kie'Ono. I am an ebon. I live in Downtown.
Before the age of 5 I lived in Suburbia with my parents. They were operatives working for SLA Industries. They were killed during a Thresher attack on our community.
I was playing out at the time and survived, though now parentless I somehow found my way to Downtown.
I was adopted into a feral ebon community in the D'Lion Sector. My 'father', for that is what he wanted me to call him, was the leader of the community and a man of great insight into the working of the ebb.
He taught me everything he knew and showed me how to carefully expand my knowledge through research and the use of glyph cards.
I was out roaming downtown, following a rumour of an advancement glyph card, when the community was 'cleansed' by SLA Industries. The media played it up for a few days, we had loads of reporters wandering around downtown getting lost and I damn well nearly got caught because of my lack of deathsuit.
This prompted me to craft the robes that I wear now. Inside the coat are all the glyph cards I own, stitched into the material. Their closeness to me enables me to draw on them to calculate their powers, in a similar way as a dark lament deathsuit lets a SLA ebon use their powers I suppose.
I wandered downtown for months, drinking, smoking, indulging in the pleasures of the body, until I was approached by a Darknight Interceptor. He offered me money and glyph cards for my services in the assasination of a SLA Contract Killer. I accepted more because I would get to kill one of Slayer's minions than the money.
The hit went fine. Though I was recorded on security cameras.
I fled into Cannibal Sector 1 for safety, though I was not any safer there. I think I wasn't slaughtered immediately because like it's denzions, I was a different breed that didn't belong within the walls of Mort City.
After several days in hiding I began to explore and discovered some form of Dark Lament research centre hidden under the remains of a collapsed building. I entered it and found that it was a production factory. I stole what I could, namely 2 sealed tubelike containers and fled back to downtown.
In one tube I found a prototype flintlock, that appeared to be a non working, portable version of a necanthropes gore cannon. I hung it from my belt.
In the second tube I found a worm, that when I removed it, coiled around my arm and began draining my flux. The worm fattened, then grew eyes and a mouth.
A felt a digusting feeling against my leg and released that the flintlock had come alive, presumably fed flux by the worm.
I tested the flintlock against the Interceptor when I found him again. An effective and satisfying weapon indeed. I then hung his body from a street light.
I also discovered that the worm would dissapear from my arm when near other ebons, and when I moved away from them, would return, fattened. I presume it was draining flux from the SLA bastards.
I work now as a prop, killing the enemies of those who can afford me.
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