My name is Micheal Cherub. I really didn't like my father at all. I'm supposed to become someone like my father but that was before I was saved. Shadow was and still is my salvation. Shadow is really hard to see any details due to being a shadow version of KS. He likes being unable to be seen. He lets me see him almost all the time. He is 3' 6'' tall and weighs 46.2 pounds. He is usually wearing gray headphones, a gray shirt with gray pants and gray sneakers. He has dirty-blonde hair and candy-red eyes. When he is visible, he is covered in multicolored blood. I was 8 years old in human and 3.69 sweeps (which is troll years). My Strife Specibus are Sceptrekind, Riflekind, Wandkind, and Pistolkind. My Fetch Modus are (I use a couple) Backpack, Wallet and Array while my weapon is the same as my father which is called Lord English's Assault Rifle. Shadow is only two years younger than me but I love him.
"What are you doing?" Shadow asked. I looked at him, noticing that he was eyeing me with a mixture of concern and confusion.
"Helping us get out of here." I smiled at him which he returned.
"We'll need two Cruxtruders but we can use the same of everything else. We'll use our cruxite items at the same time. Let's think about what to put into our kernel while your friend is setting us up." I smiled at him before I nodded. I went over to his side of the room and laid down on his bed. I gestured for him to come and lay with me, after all we probably won't be able to see each other for a while. He rolled his eyes at me before he laid down with me.
(Authors Note: Since these two are obviously not going to be doing anything else for a while let's move on to someone else)