| When you are old and discrepid, the world just passes you by. When you are old, you are not seen as real people any more. You live out your days in retirement communities and nursing homes, outside of society, out of view. Like a slaughterhouse, you wait your turn, no one cares.
When you are old and discrepid, you lose your dignity. Your body aches and fails, your hearing deteriorates, your eyes go blind. Society see you as baggage, unproductive, useless. They treat you as parasites, undesirable.
When you are old and discrepid, all you have left is an end to everything. One day, if you're lucky, you will go to a better place.
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"They call us the Damned. For some of us, undeath is a blessing."
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"A social order, designed by the elite, run by the elite, for the elite."
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"Your anger is justified. If you wish to make a point, make it. To be a monster for the sake of being a monster, why?"
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"A bold experiment in rebellion, but where's your focus?"
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"We share the same pain, the same nightmare. This bond is far stronger than any Sect."
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| The Others
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"You didn't want me when I was alive. Now you'll never get rid of me."
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"Be careful around these wizards, lest they curse you and make you go blind."
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"I am fond of animals, but even I say avoid these at all costs."
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"The wee folk. Yes, yes, I remember stories about them from when I was young."
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"So Hell does exist."
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Unknown
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| Age:
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Old
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Pensioner/Grandmother
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5' 2"
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Old, wrinkly, ugly.
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| Charisma:
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3
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Archimedes
Mrs. Whiskers
Caesar
Cerberus
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