[~Oprilthevykker~]

Ic:
Opril glared at Borso, as he spun his gun around. "Oh Jeez, put an eye out
why don't you?" He said, with a tone of anger and annoyance. "So Flad, Opril... where did you guys grow up?" Borso had asked. "Well, I was at the Slig birthing complex to start with... But for some reason I can't remember anything about the place. Afterwards I went to the Slig Barracks, the same one general Dripik used to live at. But I didn't like my superior Glukkon so I left and traveled around Mudos taking random jobs, mostly guard duty... Then that whole thing at the pie factory happened. But I'm sure you remember that. Then I ended up here." Flad, had replied saying to Borso.
Opril snarled and folded all four of his arms, turning his head away from the sligs.

"Why's it matter where I was born? But anyway, it was apparently in a small cave outside of new yolk city. My real mother was obviously a poor and not very intelligent vykker that was unable to afford a child.. however, two clacker's that wanted a child adopted me.. and raised me until I turned twenty, when they all but vanished.
After that I started my own business a few miles away from the New yolk city,
(They currently had a doctor at the time.) that was [ironically] burnt down by an group of outlaws, after being one of the most popular medical center's that an injured outlaw or clacker could go to. And I ended up at a meat factory.. Happy? "Opril finding it depressing and difficult to talk about his past, sighed out of sorrow.. wishing he'd known his biological mother. "But, things are looking up for me I suppose." He said, while turning back toward the two.


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Ooc: "That was more of a quick summary of Flad's life story."
Ditto, same with Opril.