Ascended
Pet Name: Ascended
Owner: shiver
Theme / Type: Overgrowth Belragoth
Born: July 14, 2008
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 8
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 4/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Gurahdi Pomme
2. - Pomme Tree Nest
3. - Pyramid Cake
4. - Woodland Pomme
2. - Pomme Tree Nest
3. - Pyramid Cake
4. - Woodland Pomme
| Quietus says There was never any reason for Vlyvian, no, Crookeds' visits to the various places all over the universe. Maybe she really was looking to restart her job as Hope, or perhaps she just got bored. Anyone who knew her, or knew /of/ her, supposed she needed someone knew to torture and torment. Which was mostly true, anywhere she went, trouble was surely to follow. Whether it was down to the evil, cruelty and misery in her soul, or just to the fact that someone who would live for Eternity, needed some kind of hobby. If she couldn't torment her opposite, her lover, and the only being that gave the slightest indication of concern at the broken mess left in her place, then she would torture anyone nearby. This planet wasn't one she recalled being on before, but then again, she was too drawn into the maze of her own thoughts, so she probably had been here, yet was currently too distracted to notice. Crooked was quite tall, and while her appearance was... Strange, she cast an aura that was like that of a succubus, making someone instantly... Not fall in love, because love could not be caused by that kind of dark power or draw. Lust may have been the correct word. With incredibly pale skin, white hair, short and pixie-cut, with bright pink, highlights, and pale green eyes, that had a... Dealthy glow to them. She wore a bone-white, half-beak mask, and black gloves, as well as very typical 'goth' clothing, lacy, black tights, black, short skirt, with bright pink netting, a black shirt, the arms carefully pulled down all the way, with a white skull on, chains around her waist, and heavy, black, army boots, with bright pink laces. Perhaps, even weirder, were the wings on her back. A single pair, of bone wings, shaped like a mantis' front legs. Crooked was indeed strange, and if you managed to look through the immediate aura, that often kept her safe, you would feel... Not just very little hope, or none at all, not even evil, perhaps a dreadful feeling would settle in your stomach... No. You would feel completely devoid of all hope, as if it were sucked into an abyss of nothingness. Completely devoured. |
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