ATLAS JADEN DERO.

[ATLAS JADEN DERO]

ATLAS JADEN DERO.
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welcome to the world of tomorrow
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BURY ALL YOUR SECRETS IN MY SKIN
come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
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WE ALL HAVE STRENGTHS.
i'm good at stealing things. maybe it's not something i should be proud of but that's what i've got and it's how i survive in this world. if i wasn't a thief, i'd probably be naked and starving somewhere. that wouldn't be good. i also wouldn't be able to take out any kind of revenge against the perfect nation.
i pride myself in my independence. i don't need anyone to survive. sure, company is nice every once in awhile but to be completely honest, i could do without most people. besides, without relying on people, i don't have to worry about saving their asses if there's trouble because i have no emotional obligations to them. that doesn't mean i'm heartless, i'll try and help if it's in my interest, but you can't save everyone. the strong survive as the weak perish.
my mom used to always tell me i had an awesome memory. it's true, too. i've got a kickass mental log of at least the basics of almost every person i've ever met. i can get to a place again flawlessly after i've been there once. if you tell me something, i can take that to the fucking grave. it's almost a curse. almost.

WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAKNESSES.
my pride is probably one of my biggest downfalls. if someone bruises my ego, their ass will get beaten, even if what they said is true and i've been wrong all along. i can't let someone get the better of me.
to go along with that, i've got a big mouth when i feel passionate about something. i'll start shit if you offend me or someone i'm allied with. basically, fuck with neptune's warriors or with me and you'll get a verbal beating you won't forget for a long time.
i know this is kind of weird, but i've always had a soft spot for dogs, especially the bigger breeds. they're loyal, friendly, and, as much as i hate to say it, more expendable than humans. call me terrible, but you won't deny that either. i refuse to eat one, though. i don't care how dire my situation is, i will not eat a dog. cats are another story.

ADMIT IT OR NOT, WE'VE ALL BEEN AFRAID.
pfft. fear. i fear nothing! okay, that's a lie. quite honestly, i fear death. i mean, i know everyone does it eventually but still, i don't want my time to come. yeah, sometimes i say 'fuck life' but i don't really mean it.
i'm terrified of turning out like my dad did. yeah it's contradictory to what i just said, but he didn't want to die until my mom did. i never much cared for him too much as a person anyway.
i'm scared of clowns. seriously. first off, they're too fucking happy. second, have you seen their faces? shiiit, i don't know how they work in entertainment. yeah yeah, it's cliche. get over it.

AND WE HAVE OUR HABITS, GOOD & BAD.
i chew on the skin around my fingers. i have no idea why. there's usually scabs around my fingernails though.
i tend to break things. for instance, if i'm bored, i'll find a twig or a leaf or something similar and snap it into a whole bunch of tiny little pieces.

THEN THERE ARE THE THINGS THAT BUG US.
people who talk too much when you clearly would rather not hear another word spew from their mouth ever again. especially when i'm trying to concentrate on something. holy. shit.
ripping my clothes. okay, so yes, i steal things, but i'd rather just take food. i've learned how to sorta fix and patch up holes but it's a pain in the ass.
the sound of dripping water makes me want to scalp myself or something.

AND, HEY, WE CAN ALL DREAM.
i know it'll never actually happen, but i want people to actually be able to get along. look what happens when we can't.
personally, i want to be able to feel proud of myself and look back at a life with no regrets. so far, i'm doing pretty good on that one.

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SO IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO
and run away before i know
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why the hell do you want to know about me? there's nothing about me that anyone should want to know. i'm nobody. then again, you asked.

'kay, so i never had it easy. when i was a kid, my family had nothing but the clothes on our backs and each other. i didn't know any better. i was a damn happy little kid, too. i kinda remember moving to peony because mom heard that it was a haven for people like us. people with nothing. dad didn't want to go. looking back, he was right. i wish she would have listened. anyway, we went to that damn death trap of a city and growing up there actually wasn't too bad. i met some other dirt-poor kids and we were the rag-tags of our district, always getting into trouble and wise-talking our way out of it. i was my mom's precious angel, though, so i never really got in trouble. well, except that one time i busted the window on the house where the old hag across the street lived. no one liked her anyway.

i found out later on, when i was about fourteen or so, that the only reason we came to peony was because mom was sick. like, really sick, all the time. somehow, i never noticed. i guess that her illness was something i was used to or some shit. anyway, her doctor couldn't ever find a medication that would make her better. great medical care, huh? yeah, everything that ass gave her just made her worse. she couldn't walk anymore, she could hardly talk or breathe very well, and eating was hell on everyone. it was a fuckin' nightmare tryin' to feed her.

after about two years of the really bad shit, i woke up one morning with a dead mother and a father who didn't know what to do with himself. like, seriously. he spent most of that day silent and just pacing from room to room, except theirs. some scary-lookin' guys came and took her body away. the only time i ever saw it again was when we went to her funeral. it was just me, dad, and a few other people she'd met before she died.

after that, it was me and dad on our own. really, that meant i could do whatever shit i wanted to and get away with it for real. he didn't give a shit about anything anymore. i could have fuckin' killed someone and he wouldn't notice. so, to entertain (and feed) myself, i turned to stealing. turns out i had a knack for it. i never really took anything valuable. it was all just stuff that i needed to survive. whatever god there is knows i wouldn't have survived in that house otherwise. what i was really good at, though, was sneaking into places. i wasn't picky where or when, or who i ended up listening in on. half of what i heard was gossipy girl shit anyway.

one day, though, i decided why the hell not and found myself in a medical facility. the one my mom trusted herself to. turns out her trust was much misplaced. i heard all sorts of shit that should have never hit the public. what really got me, though, was their protocol for really sick people. people like mom. i remember nearly abandoning my perch to attack the guy that talked about my mother like she was a pawn, something expendable. fuck no, she wasn't!

About a month later, dear old dad decides to jump off a bridge over a busy road. fuckin' stupid bastard. i lost all respect for that man when he lost interest for me. i stayed at the graveside service for him for a little while because i was one of maybe ten there. after that, i wanted nothing more to do with this shit hole called peony. i left it and faced where i had been born. outside the walls of the elite. i was happier out there than i ever had been with the perfect nation and all their bullshit.

i remember the day wulf found me. heh, after not having had a real place to go home to, i'd had to grow up some. i still felt more at home out in the wilderness, but adjusting wasn't easy. i found myself on the coast more often than not, watching ships going into peony. every fucking one of those watercraft were stupid. dumbasses, why would they want to give things to the people that euthanize the innocent just because?

anyway, wulf. one day, i was minding my own business like usual, not doing anything to anybody, when out of nowhere, this crazy fucker just attacks me. what the hell, right? the only thing i had with me that might have been of any value was this skinny-ass rabbit that i had found and barely caught. i needed the food, but i needed money or shelter more, so i'd been headed off to some little run-down town to see what they'd offer for it. most of them couldn't support themselves. to be honest, i couldn't either. but yeah, the guy growled at me and bit me and tried to steal that rabbit. i'm not one to back down from a fight, 'specially when someone else starts it and 'specially when they're stealing all i have left, so of course i fought back. in the end we were both bleeding and bruised and just tired of trying to kill each other. we called a truce and split the damn little pathetic excuse for meat. we didn't talk much. we didn't need to. all that mattered was eating and staying alive.

a few weeks after that, we met up again. this time i had no food and was starving. apparently, so was he. we came up with an agreement to help each other for the sake of survival. if memory serves right, we never really split up after that. i didn't trust him for awhile, but he was my food source and i wasn't going to give that up so readily. eventually, i figured out his name was james. i figured out real fuckin' quick after that that you don't ever call him james. he's wulf.

i'm not quite sure when it happened, but we became friends. sort of. i trusted him enough not to kill me in my sleep and to start to talk about my hatred of perfect nation. turns out that was something we very much had in common.

possibly my favorite thing to ever take part in stealing was our ship.

it was perfect. some merchants had sailed in from wherever to deliver things to peony. they arrived early, though, and got done with everything they needed to do on board. dumb bastards left the whole thing completely unguarded. wulf apparently had some knowledge of ships. One moment it was sitting in the harbor, the next two ragtags were commandeering it. Hearing all the ruckus when they came back just as we were letting off made everything great.

so, my life has come down to this. sailing around sometimes with neptune's warriors, taking from the rich and giving to those more deserving of basic things, like food or medicines. trying (and usually failing) to stay out of trouble. at least it's exciting.

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MY HEART IS JUST TOO DARK TO CARE
i can't destroy what isn't there
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i am atlas jaden dero. in this world i am called a war dog and i take the resistance's side in this war. the blood running through my veins and marks on my finger tips will bring you a file to tell you that i am human. and on that you will plainly see that i am male. those who see me often say i look a bit like guillaume varki. but sheer badassery makes me one of a kind.

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