Drowned
Gloomy - Lonely - Timid
The Memory...
Pet Name: Drowned
Owner: Rogue
Theme / Type: Oceanic Stignightus
Born: December 17, 2008
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Lamb
MisticPal Age: 5324 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 3
Defense: 4
Speed: 4
Intellect: 8
Misticpower: 8
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Into The Ocean
By Sio =3
Stats
Name: Victoria Ellen Garrison
Nickname: Drowned, Ellie
Meaning:
1. to have died under water or other liquid of suffocation.
2.to have been killed by submerging under water or other liquid.
Pronounced: Dr-oun-ed (oun as in noun)
Age: 238 years old, but appears either as an 8 year old or a 21 year old
Gender: Female
SO: Straight
Status: Single
Kin: Brother (deceased) but she is unaware
Personality: Innocent, Tainted, Mood Swings, Sweet, Childish, Vengeful
Likes: Water, games, toys, dresses, people, fish
Dislikes: Fishermen, boats, boring conversations, most males about what her brother's age was when she died (aka about 12 - 13 year olds)
Class: Water Spirit/Siren/Demon
Theme Song: Into the Ocean by Blue October
Personal Quote: "It gets so lonely out here on the murky and gray waters..."
Height:
Eight - 4'9"
Twenty one - 5'9"
Build:
Eight - skinny, no muscle or fat, slight and thin
Twenty one - Still extremely thin but with curves of being a woman
Hair Color:
Eight - A very pale blonde, almost white
Twenty one - A very pale blonde, almost white, but now streaked with gray blue, and a very light dull green, seaweed wrapped around bits
Hair Length:
Eight - Bouncing curls at about her shoulders
Twenty one - Rolling waves to about her hips, style varies
Eye Color:
Eight - Pale blue
Seventeen - Blue gray, similiar to sea around her
Skin Tone:
Eight - Very fair, with faint rosyness at cheeks
Twenty one - Pale, gray tinges, with some scales here and there
Clothing Style:
Eight - A pale blue ribbon pulls her hair back from her face, a frilly, ruffled covered blue, white, and black dress (1800's styled for children of richer families) covers her. Little black shoes with white stockings. A black satin ribbon around her neck and left wrist.
Twenty one - Pale blue ribbon loosely tied into place. A tattered longer version of the dress from when she died is present, salt stained in places, torn up, and faded. Only one stocking, with holes, remain. No shoes. The black statin ribbon still remains at her throat, a now tear drop like blue stone is attached that rests in the dip of her neck. A longer statin ribbon twines up both her arms.
Misc:
Eight - A very pretty little child, has a toy lamb on a string that she pulls around
Twenty one - Has seaweed in her hair, Scales in places, has grown gills, and has some webbing between toes and fingers
Abilities
Controls water currents/movements of the sea
Can cause storms
History/Intro/Story
A peal of laughter rang through the air as a little girl ran through the streets, arms extended, trying to catch a much larger shape running infront of her. In one small hand a string was grasped, the string attached to a lamb on wheels. It rattled haphazardly down the cobblestone street, threatening to tip over at any moment.
The small black shoes tapped the stones, adding to the rattle in the noise as she pursued what was just out of her reach. A large grin and blonde curls flying, the girl kept picking up her feet and put them down, always on the heels of the form. The stones soon turned to wooden planks, a hollow sound now resounding.
Finally stopping, the girl bent over, resting her hands on her knees, panting. "Thomas!" She called out, blue eyes searching for the boy who escaped her. "Where are you? We shouldn't be on the docks." Something came up behind her and grabbed her by the waist, swinging her up and turning her around so she she could see the face of her older brother, Thomas.
"But you have always wanted to see the docks, haven't you Ellie?" He asked, still holding her above his head, a smile on his face. "Yes..." She giggled and looked at him, grinning again, "I promise not to tell father if you will show me around." He set her down, her feet resting on the wood once more.
"Okay Ellie, but stay close." Thomas began to stride down the docks towards the water and the boats. Ellie hurried behind, her little lamb clacking after her. They reached the end, staring out at the sea. Ellie was mesmerized by the sight. She tilted her head to the side and frowned a little, not sure what was on the water. The thing was getting closer, a wave big enough to wash over the side of the dock.
Before Ellie could move to safety and grab hold of Thomas the wave swept over the boards, knocking the girl down and dragging her into saltwater. She screamed before submerging, water filling her mouth, ears, and nose. Yet through it all she still held onto her lamb.
Struggling to the surface she saw Thomas holding his hand out, calling her name. She paddled over there and reached for the outstretched hand but it disappeared. She felt fingers twine into her pale locks and next thing she knew she was underwater again, being held there, unable to resurface. With another scream, which only produced bubbles, the girl passed out.
Bobbing on top was a little toy lamb, the string leading under the water to where it was still grasped in a tiny fist.
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