Healer
Pet Name: Healer
Owner: God
Theme / Type: Overgrowth Mericai
Born: January 9, 2010
MisticPal Name: Mana
MisticPal Age: 5237 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 3
Defense: 3
Speed: 4
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 4/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Pommeaid
2. - Tarinooki Pomme
3. - Toxic Pomme
4. - Twisted Candy Cane Lolly
2. - Tarinooki Pomme
3. - Toxic Pomme
4. - Twisted Candy Cane Lolly
Adopted
-Belongs to God-
Name: Maria Sturmsage
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"/173cm
Weight: 119lbs/54kg
Occupation: Priest/Gardener
Boxed Overgrowth some time around 5:30pm Mistic time August 9 '10
The Revenant Priest
My name is Maria Sturmsage. I was born in 1776, or at least that's what the sisters of the St. Maria cathedral said. I don't know what my original name was, or was supposed to be; I just know that the sisters found me during a Sunday mass at the alter among a bed of various flowering plants. From the moment I was found, I was raised to be the perfect child, an earthly saint of sorts. It was entirely too suffocating, but I wasn't about to up and leave them, the sisters that raised me for as long as i could remember, the fathers that helped me find my way when I was lost, the other children; who, despite absolutely hating me for not being "normal", well...actually no, they hated me and probably always will. I found it strange that all of the church hands had white fur or scales and wings that looked like they'd been plucked from a butterfly. I would later find out that that was a "mark of god" writing their destiny to worship god. As a child up until I entered the final year of high school, the other church children picked on me, saying I was unnatural because I could will the plants, some even said I was too gentle to be mortal. I'm not sure if the latter part was an insult or a complement, and I don't think I'll ever find out.
By the time I was 17 I'd mastered many arts. Visual, Instrumental, Written, I never got the hang of dancing though. At the day of my scheduled departure it was slightly disheartening to find that no one from the church had come to see me off, I didn't recognize anyone at the docks, and from the looks of it no one recognized me either. It was alright though, because the patron of the dorms had told me that I would be picked up from the port by two men who would be my room mates for the following five years, the aspect of someone to keep me company and teach me things made it alright. As the ship departed I wondered why everyone was crying, it was just an overseas trip, right? They'd come back again, wouldn't they? When it stopped adding up for me I had gone to ask someone from the ship's crew why everyone at the dock acted like it'd be the last time they'd see anyone from the ship, and the crewman told me..because it was. The place I was raised was something of an isolated island, no one came in, but people regularly left. It was depressing to think about it at first, but as I saw land after three hours of travel, it became a minute detail because the thrill of a new place of exploration overtook my senses.
As the ship pulled in to dock there were so many strange looking people. Some had fire coming off of them, others were dripping a weird colored who-knows-what, some had icicles hanging off of them and a few had fins and such. As everyone made their way off the ship, I looked around. The patron hadn't told me who I was supposed to be looking for, but apparently he'd told them. The first one, Roku, was a Gurahdi. Taller than me by a..um..well, a pumpkin. From what he told me he was something called Lantern Gurahdi, and apparently all lantern creatures had a pumpkin for a head. It was disturbing to find out that he could remove the pumpkin without any complications, and that food was absorbed from the inside of the hallowed fruit. I noticed that there was a roman numeral 'VI' on his shoulder and remember asking about it, he said it was a branding; I chose not to ask any further. The other one was Toulli, a blush cheran and a very energetic man despite being two years older than me. The only thing I noticed odd about him was his heterochromia, since his left eye was navy as opposed to the baby blue, but again, I chose not to question it further. We got along instantly, despite the small age gap it didn't seem to bother either of them, and it certainly didn't bother me. They spent the entire three years showing me around and meeting the locals. During my first year when we'd go out for a night on the town others would try and pick me up; women that were lesbian and thought I was female, men who thought I was a woman, even men who found out I wasn't a woman. It didn't bother me though, well, okay, it did, kind of since it always happened to be at the strangest times. I also came to discover that Toulli drank like a fish and then some. It was near impossible for him to get drunk.
Five years after entering college, after graduation the three of us stayed together in the apartment, it wasn't like any of us had anything to need or want to move out for. The days of our peace was broken abruptly. The King's army came into the city and was drafting any able man; which meant everyone in our apartment room. At first I was able to skip out on the drafting because no one believed that I was male; but then they found out I was from the isolated island and immediately took me. I learned quickly of what no one knew I could do--not even myself. With each passing day on the field I became more and more aware of what I could do. Time reversal and healing; it was amazing. Although at first the reversals were slow, short, and made me pass out I eventually I trained myself to be able to hold the reversal for two hours and not pass out; but it still takes a toll on my stamina. I had to train up the healing also, since I used to pass out from healing a paper cut; which graduated to being able to do just about everything except bringing back the dead. The war was rough, I even lost both Roku and Toulli, they were keeping me safe while I tried to bring our commanding officer back from the brink of death. On the bright side..he was able to walk out of the war alive, but I'd exerted so much energy the last thing I remembered was closing my eyes to go to sleep. There was yelling in the background but it was muffled and I couldn't make it out.
I later woke up somewhere I didn't recognize. Looking around I saw that I was at the top of a tree. Everything looked completely foreign, but from what I saw on the buildings around me I knew that I was in the confines of a church. While they didn't ask questions, the nuns and bishops offered me a place with them, and since then I've been learning the teachings of Sand Dune and Hurricane Waltz and became a priest, but I do still like plants, especially all of the strange species that grow in the Sirocco churchyard.
Who's to say you can't choose your own path?
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