Struggle
Clever - Tortured - Rebellious
Pet Name: Struggle
Owner: Ghost
Theme / Type: Lanturn Ahbruis
Born: October 2, 2010
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
Disease(s): Heart Sick, Bites: 14
Love Sick, Bites: 37
MisticPal Name: Poet
MisticPal Age: 4160 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 1
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. - Braenon Pomme
2. - Circus Cola
3. - Lemon Witch Hat Lollypop
4. - Pirate Pomme
2. - Circus Cola
3. - Lemon Witch Hat Lollypop
4. - Pirate Pomme
It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible.
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable.
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all?
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just.keep.moving.forward
left right left
"You see me? With each step, my head gets further from the ground."
A construct born from the overwhelming despair of humanity. Every limit a person puts upon themselves adds another chain to his weight. The pain of disease, obsession, heartbreak, emptiness, he takes it all upon himself. At first he was bitter for what the universe had given to him. Instead of accepting their faults and fighting through them, humans were hiding behind their weaknesses.
But now he fights back. He hates those who made him what he is, but in that he finds his strength. Though his arms are shackled, his face muzzled, he squares his shoulders and faces his burden head on. He's frequently wounded, stabbed, chained, bleeding tar, you name it, but he wants to show others he can move above them. He has strength, so he wants them to know they aren't as fragile as they imagine. He won't rest until he flies.
He's decided to go by Wes. It's a simple name, easy to remember.
Art:
Concept Doodle
Practice sketch that got... Kinda the other sketchy...Yeah.
Associates:
- Fellow Construct
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And it feels like fear
Like I'll disappear
Gets so hard to steer
Yet I go on
Do we need debate
When it seems too late
Like I bleed but wait
Like nothing's wrong
You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly!
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