What a life I've had, born an orphan in one of the scummiest place on the blue marble we called earth. Hell I don't even remember the name of the place; hell i don't even remember my old name. But I do remember the orphanage, it was called "Nirvana's Garden", and believe me that place was heaven. It's funny really I called the city shit, but where I lived most of my life was the best place in the shitehole, and it's also the reason the city was so fucking bad.
The orphanage was owned by the top crime family in the world the "Lucky 46" . They wher so powerful they took over five city's, and made the country recognize them as a independent state of goverment. They were ruthless, killed anyone who got in their way. They even killed haft the damn parliament to make their own place in the world. But the leaders the "46" we called them they had a soft spot for kids. If you hurt a child you'd wish you where dead. They made this one junkie who tried to mug me think that if he lived any longer he would never be able to see again, but get this the bastard could see just fine "hahahhaha".
But enough about them for now let's get back to the orphanage. Nirvana's Garden the bosses daughters name was Nirvana and the orphanage was her garden hence the name. She was angel though any thing we wanted any thing at all she would get us. We wanted education we got the best money can buy; we wanted parents she got the nicest people in the gang to take care of us, they also got a strong suggestion to treat us like diamonds or well... I already told you about the junkie.
But one day she had this one little whim; To teach us discipline though the art crafting and that's when I got hooked. I had to know everything about crafting how to build houses how to make paper from a tree to my desk I learned it all. That's also where I got the name blacksmith. I was arms dealer for the 46 as well as the top assassin I built everything my self, from the slide of my pistol to the primer in my bullets. Any time another family or gang needed a clean piece, they came to me because my guns where the best silent, powerful and as deadly as a 50 cent hooker in a gangbang.
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My assasin career was as perfect as a 900 series in bowling, three perfect games in a row just in case you didn't know. Also because every crime lord in the world was scared shitless of my name, I ended up marrying the bosses granddaughter and became the boss my self one day, and because of that even the government became weak in the bladder at the first syllable of my name. Thanks to the fear and respect I earned, I live to the happy cranky old age of a 112. I moved out from the palace we called a headquarters when my son got old enough for role of being the boss. We moved into some suburbs in the east part of the world. Where I can make anything I wanted. I even rebuilt my own house but I never went to a hardware store. To the neighbors I was just a loving husband how built a house for my wife, to the rest of the world I was a nuke waiting to be launched. But to my wife Lucy I was a bastard who had the audacity to die before her.
But that wasn't the end of it oh no the universe had other planes for me. I was reborn into the world of Argus, a world of swords and magic into a minor noble house, the Riker house hold I grew up to be the pride of the whole family. With my other worldly knowledge on crafting and the art of politics, I brought my family from minor nobility to Archduke status when I was 18. I then left the family and started a guild, to travel this new world and to get back into the underworld. For some reason the light of the nomal people world always seemed to irritate me. I think it was the lack of gutter mud smell in the air I found most displeasing. Well where does my story start? Ah yes it starts in the best damn smithy this world has ever seen the "46 swords"