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History of The Cunning:

Venat began his true life as a homeless child. His parents at the age of 4 disowned him for the fact they could no longer support him and his brother. The pair grew up together as a duo of petty thieves, stealing bread, water and medicine when needed, they were rarely caught, and the soon found a home with a small bunch of other children in a home they called "the hive", and by the age of 9 he had learnt that that speed was all that would get him through life. Without it, he was as good as dead.

But on the day of his 10th birthday his life changed for ever. Aghul, one of the prominent judges of the city visited the Low-town to deliver a speech to the residents, rising against claims of poisoning the shanty towns water supply and the dumping of the waste created by the planet killing energy towers that powered the Techno-city. Venats brother Mjrn decided that killing the judge would gain him much power with the low-towners and so that fateful day he set out to assassinate Aghul.

But the plan went wrong, and the murderer became the murdered. Aghul had suspected the attack and had killed the three boys Mjrn had taken with him for backup.

In that alley, Venat came face to face with his brothers killer, and in hatred rushed forward at amazing speed, swinging a dagger towards the neck of the old man. Aghul agreed that if Venat would let him live he would look after him till he decided that Venat had been cared for enough, and thus from that day to this, pretended to be the boys father.

Venat became rather frowned upon as he stuck out like a sore thumb in the Techno-city, he tended to dress traditionally over the metal and modern suits and lights. He became very lighthearted and tricky, he used his stealth and agility to embarrass . He has on several occasions driven the staff and people of the upper city crazy with his tricks, but has never been caught. He soon began blending into the shadows like he was the shadows; he could not understand why, but he learned must admire the thing he believes is “art”, his tricks and pranks.

As he put on the suit he had made he stood proud. It was a fine jester suit, of purple and black, his white face make up he applied with normal precision, and the black eyeliner was almost ritual by now. A star around one eye, a spike coming from the other.

He knew he was chosen….but for what?