Nobody

Collective training - First Class: "Subject purchased in full to the charge of Talmadge Adley the Fourth of Birmingham, England. Contract requests an aesthetically pleasing comfort/pleasure slave trained for etiquette and social skills. A female was preferred, however the most readily available subject was male, to which the contractor did not oppose. Staff have attempted to keep the subject in a generally low-stress environment during early stages of development, which translated well into a desirable social disposition. Slave is approachable and well-spoken, as well as eager to please. Pleasure training initially ran into difficulties, as the slave seemed afraid of violating one's personal space, regardless of level of expressed consent. Starting slow, subject took to 'cuddling' quite well, and upon review all testing partners found the subject to be a most satisfactory partner for such activity. Eventually staff were able to ease the subject into more intimate acts using its comfort with close contact as a starting point. In all, subject was ultimately receptive, retentive and enthusiastic in regards to its given role and training itinerary. Observational analysis suggests a complete success. Future handling and training concerns are now the responsibility of the subject's owner."

Private training: Upon being released to the care of Lord Adley, the Chupakri performed admirably for his owner with great enthusiasm. He found that the creature was quite the popular feature at house parties and business meetings, being a very unique conversation piece. After all, not many businessmen could afford a Chupakri, let alone have connections strong enough to get one. Despite Lord Adley's outward success, he knew his competition was always looking for a leg up. He wanted to beat them to the punch, so to speak, and he knew just how to do it.

Over time he had decided to use the interest in his Chupakri against people. He would allow guests and 'friends' to utilize him for personal services. Whatever they could ever want, he would provide. No questions asked. This would not typically be a problem, however the Chupakri now operated with new orders from his Master. Depending on the person, the Chupakri may be asked to eavesdrop on conversation, read over a shoulder, or even snatch documents and items from one's personal belongings when they were indisposed. Failing that, he was to gain the other's trust with friendly and supportive interaction to try and coax whatever secrets they could out of the person. People would tell the Chupakri scandalous things, prideful things, or let their guard down to fall into gossip, spreading rumor and intrigue about those around them. All this and more was always brought back to his Master, and almost always was it brought to bear upon the all-too-trusting victim. Businesses and lives both were torn asunder as a result of the Chupakri's actions, and it only got worse as time went on, his Master ever-broadening his business horizons and becoming far too comfortable with his Ace in the Hole.

Following his bid for freedom, Nobody has allowed himself to reflect on his past actions a lot more. A LOT more. Every lie, every theft, every murder now haunt him to his very core. At the time he was just obeying Master, thinking Master knew best. It was always for Master. But eventually the ruin that followed everything he had done became too much to bear, and he's terrified of the repercussions. He runs further and further from his past life, going so far as to hide every bit of himself he can manage. He does not want to be seen and he does not want to be recognized. Initially this manifested as a absolute and unshakable, piss-inducing fear of being stuck in the open, needing things to duck behind or under to avoid as much visual contact with others as possible. If his cover was ever undone, or he found himself unable to hide, he would fall into manic fits of terrified screaming, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming drive to get away and out of sight. Any who would attempt to comfort the creature would find themselves under attack, clawing, biting, flailing, doing whatever he could to remain out of the custody of others until he could hide once more.

In the short term, this seemed acceptable. Just keep going from town to town and keep hiding. But he'd grow hungry and lonely, often unable to swallow his fears and venture out into the open. Eventually he found a way to cope... Or rather, he found an empty potato sack. If they couldn't see his face... They wouldn't know who he was... right? Cutting some eye holes into the sack, he put it over his head and, after a lot of mental and emotional preparation, the scared-crying Chupakri eventually left the shadows and walked among people. The fact that he was sobbing and trembling uncontrollably brought plenty of attention to him, but... He was just as quickly calmed as he listened to those around him.

"Who is that...?" they would ask.

"I'm not certain." they would answer.

The solution? MORE POTATO SACKS. Eventually he was able to fashion a frightful, but very anonymous little wardrobe that now he can't imagine going without. He was able to walk around with (general) impunity now, though problems often arose with anyone requesting that he take the hood off. It didn't quite matter the reason. He would protest with whatever he could muster, and at times would be driven to flee and hide regardless. He still had to keep traveling, but at least he could take care of his basic needs. Eventually he ran out of land to run to, finding himself in port. Well... Staying wasn't an option.

Next stop... Somewhere very far away where he could hide. Forever.