Malady
Bitter - Pragmatic - Fierce
Pet Name: Malady
Owner: Syncopated
Theme / Type: Plague Yehxil
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Affliction
MisticPal Age: 5559 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 8
Defense: 4
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read: None
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Malady
The Antidote
Mischievous/Destructive/Irritable/Careless/Apathetic
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Given Name: Malady
Alias: Adi
Age: 17
Class: Healer
RP Status: Open
[Quad, Anthro, Semi-human]
Status: Taken?
Orientation: Bisexual
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What? No, don't tell me you're ill. I don't care. If word's out about my abilities then it's about time to move on. Ugh. People like you are the reason I can't settle down. I'm getting fairly sick of it really.
My name is Malady, as I'm sure you already know, though it's a bit of a misnomer. I have a disease, yes, but to others it's more of a ...gift. You already know, if you're here, but I can heal. A virus written into my genetics has altered my DNA to give me this power. Any illness, any disease, any malformation, disorder, or injury can be easily remedied under my care. What I'm sure you didn't know is the price at which it comes to care for the sick.
In order to use my ability, I must give up a bit of myself. Already I have grown weak and haggard from the few instances in which I used my power when I was first created. Back then I was a compassionate being, eager to aid those in need. of course, in those days I had no idea of the consequences.
They did this to me, the scientists who oversaw my creation. They fooled me into healing several lab mice, stating that it was only to test my abilities, to make sure I functioned correctly. It was merely insurance for them. They made me weaken myself to assure that I would remain true to the intent with which I had been crafted.
I don't care for others anymore. My compassion left me long ago. The only way to allieve my own suffering is to accomplish my objective. Not long ago, an experiment escaped while in transport, her existence proving an acute and very real danger to the population at large. My mission is to destroy her. The living disease must be wiped from existence by the only logical weapon, the living antidote.
I have spent my short life training myself into complete apathy. How is it that the only thing I have allowed myself to care for is also the one that I must destroy?
I have never had a reason to care for anything other than myself. Now she has come into my life. I don't know what to do. How do I make that choice? What do I do?
What would you do?
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You know I have to, Rae. I can't stay with you...
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