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I am not from a rich family, now am I from a poor family. Many years ago i was robbed of my childhood do to the greed and cruelty of a local gang that decided to expand their land. My life was taken away from me, my childhood was robbed from me, and my family was taken from me at the age of six.My name is Steven Timothy Drake, a local gang looking to get into the big times calling them selves the EIGHT BALL POSSE broke in and slaughtered everybody, and me... they took pity on me since i was ever so young.They cut nearly half my tongue off nearly destroying my ability to talk, even though I was able to still talk, I have issues and troubles talking for long periods of time. After the tormenting events that took place a near by church took me in when they found out that there was no next to kin.Father Robert McFarland, who immigrated from Ireland back in the early 70s took me under his wing, helping me cope and with the help of Sister Mayfeather they taught me how to speak again and learned Sign Language as well.But through the years of depression and obsessing about what happened I started to sneak out after chores and often at night time after I turned 13 years old. But at this point of my life I stumbled across a small dojo that was close to the church where I lived, where a Kendo Master taught many forms of martial arts. Sadly I used the collection pot fundings to pay for the class with out asking, and learned many ways to combine my Sign Language with the Japanese Fighting Arts.Shortly nearing my 18th birthday Father McFarland and Sister Mayfeather followed me to the dojo after watching me steal from the collections. During that night the dojo held a tournament which I was competed in. I took 1st place and was cheered and punished after the event.I was asked to leave the church when I turned 18, and sadly had to leave the dojo as well do to the events of unable to pay for my final belt.Many years passed of me job hopping and trying to find my self yet again in the world, I found my self at the age of 25, standing in front of the chruch to only see that Sister Mayfeather, now Mother Mayfeather was nearing 80years old, she told my that Father McFarland was murdered by a gang that tried to break into the church, and sadly that the church will be foreclosed on shortly if nothing is done.So, fueled with hate and anger, I bought a black ski mask and did something about it. The first and last act of any crime I ever did. I obtained the money to buy the Church, where I now live there again, and to where the everybody called me a saint.Which fueled an idea that brought me forth to bring justice to the neighborhood and city.Now, with the help of the church and its workers and the earnings, I am now St. Drake.The Dragon that from suffering will rise to the heavens!I am not the best there is, I like everybody else can not be there and be every where at once. But like everybody I will do the best, and protect everybody I possibly can. If I die doing it, I know somebody else will rise up and continue what was left undone. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= (*Idea Created & Written By: Robert R. Davis; aka Mr. Rob) (DISCLAIMER: This is all Fiction, do not take this or anything stated on here as fact unless it's with a (*). The sole purpose is for entertainment. All Blogs, Artwork of any format in any medium posted on this site are © under Glowz N' Tha Dark © Studios & their entitled founders and their respected creators and companies.)