Porterbella
Clever - Dependable - Passive
Storm of War
Pet Name: Porterbella
Owner: Lunar
Theme / Type: Storm Braenon
Born: May 26, 2015
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Aoki
MisticPal Age: 3495 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 20 / 20
Strength: 20
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 25
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
Art will be done as soon as i get some things going
I can fly at speed of light because I am stom and like a storm the light travels faster then anything. I can control the skies including the wether and can be extremely unpredictable. I can also save lives with my power by my own choice because the spirit side of me is a life that is wanting to live once more and I will save others to prevent them from suffering the same fate.
What can hurt me:
Water (the water "shortcircuits" me where i cant use my powers)
My Story:
When I was born I was given a gift--a gift of the storm spirit. Legend had it that a storm split the sky into two halves this spirit would be reborn on the night of the silver moon and would bring back what had been lost when the last spirit disappeared. I was born on that night and I was given the powers to do what the storm spirit could do, therefor I must learn how to ues them and bring back what has been lost...whatever that means. I'll do it, for my mother told me that is what I must do because of this "gift"...the greatest gift anyone could ask for.
NOT fir trade and if lost or taken plz give back to Lunar
chat
| Transient says *a light wind wafted through Sector 4's lush forests, the leaves rustling and their applause rising up to be heard throughout the mountainous valley that housed them. This particular forest was at the edge of the great dip in the tall mountains, allowing a lone figure a stunning view of the city nestled between them. The mountain rage extended for many miles, and while this small city in a valley about the same size was hardly a blemish on the wilderness they housed the figure knew of a much larger metropolis on the west edge of the mountain rage, one surrounded by tall walls to keep out the wild. There was a touch of sadness in that thought, but the lone wolf that perched high on the edge of a cliff overlooking everything wasn't moved by it. Her fur was surprisingly long for a wolf's, silky and almost seeming to flow in the wind around her as the sun caught it's luminescent colors; her coat was the color of the earth, a mix of warm brown hues and tinges of forest green at her paws, belly, and the underside of her tail with bits of white accenting her muzzle, ears, and parts of her legs and toes. Vines wrapped around her legs, thorns threatening anyone that got near, and small flowers seemed to grow in her mane and along her tail. Long, fern-like leaves protruded from her shoulderblades and draped down like mock wings, their colors the lush shade of the forest in summer. A gust of wind caught this fur again, pressing it tighter against her body on one side to reveal that she was actually extremely thin underneath her long fur, ribs protruding outwards and hipbones visible. With the wind also came the sound of something approaching, the she-wolf's ears pricking upwards and swiveling toward the sound as she sniffed the air warily with her pink nose. Standing, she turned around to face away from the cliff's edge and toward the forest behind her, a pale golden gaze carefully watching for movement as the fur along her back and neck began to bristle, though she made no sound* |
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