Pet Name: Blueprint
Owner: Music
Theme / Type: Wintergala Jinx
Born: November 1, 2008
Gender: Female

MisticPal Name: Angelic
MisticPal Age: 5007 Days

Save Me From This Horrid Place

Level: 14
Hit Points: 14 / 14
Strength: 14
Defense: 14
Speed: 14
Intellect: 90
Misticpower: 16

Battles Won: 18
Battles Lost: 3

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: 85/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 17/1254 [ View Foods ]

Original Creator

Thank you SO much, Aurora (Swan)! <3

My first pet! :D
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Victoria, Queen of the Creators

by megbutt

Human - Rose :)

Quad by Tapeworm. <3

~by dream. ;D

Quad: I am a wintergala jinx without the skull or helm on my head, and my ribbons are red to express how I died of consumption, drowning in my own blood. A snowflake lies right in front of my ear as a mark of my transformation from human to a cold, half-dead corpse.

Human: ^ See above qualities.
I tend to wear long ballroom dresses. I love red lace. My long, dark blue/violet hair is braided and tied with a deep red ribbon.
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Life Before
Life as a fragile human was unfortunate. I lived, or rather gripped onto survival, on the streets, abandoned by anyone who was even somewhat related to me. In 1823, we had the worst winter here in Chicago. My fingers became frostbitten, and I could barely feel my toes. Coughing, I saw a speck of red. Not thinking anything of it, I crawled close to the dumpster, harvesting the most heat I could, and fell asleep. Months later, I discovered at the homeless shelter -- thanks to a young doctor -- that I had consumption. There was no cure. Yet I visited him many times, where he drained my blood to try and rid the disease. The last visit, my eyes fluttered, and before I was knocked out cold, I felt something pierce through my skin.

Death After
Death is too easy.
The last thing I remembered was the man's fiery eyes and the stern, but somehow giving, face. He injected something stimulating, but painful. I was so cold. Maybe I was sleeping, or maybe I'd seen Hell, but snowflakes were falling around my unmoving corpse. I screamed, but no one was listening. Abruptly, I awoke from this blissful dream. The doctor was standing above me, holding my frozen hand. How could he have had the cure? All I know now is that I am a Creator. And I am blessed.

As a Creator
Liam gave me something I never had. The chance to live a real life. I had all the money I'd ever need, all the love I'd ever want, and my blood became golden like his.
The race we have created is one that will go on for infinite pools of time. We survive on different things. I on the cold and he on the purest of blood, which I have faithfully and gladly provided. Without our bloodline, the Creators, there would be no universe to reside in.