Player: Seldom

Character Bio

In a little town, on a little hill, lived that bad man "Will." His girl Mary, his little Sid, six feet under, for what daddy did. Theirs was the silent sleep of death; now all that remained was little Seth.

In his dark little room, so pale and ill, Seth dreaded the steps of his father Will. With an old science kit Seth did play, given to him by ol' Grandma May. Potions and toxins Seth did brew, the strength of his poisons grew and grew. They ate the bars, the lock, the key. Poor little Seth was finally free!

Away he ran, into the dark wood; there he found his book, so wicked and good. It told him spells he shouldn't hear, his father found him, and began to fear. With a little thread his eyes were closed; a stitch or two his lips were sealed. He?d never utter one evil word. Yet in his heart Seth spoke them all: on that place, his wrath did fall.

Father is dead, the town is gone. Yet all who died, they linger on. Silent Seth was finally heard, they all obey him-his every word.

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