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Lilibeth has a minion!
Minion the Webster
Minion the Webster
Lilibeth
Legacy Name: Lilibeth
The Nostalgic Kumos
Owner: Snikkers
Age: 12 years, 2 months, 6 days
Born: February 25th, 2012
Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 6 days ago
Adopted: February 25th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 10
- Health: 13
- HP: 13/13
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Information
Nickname: Lili (Pronounced Lilly)
Age: Has been forgotten
Height: 5'4''
Weight: Not even a pound as a stuffed animal, but 115lbs as a human
Hair Color: Pale cornflower blue
Eye Color:Blue
Sexuality: Bisexual
Family: Unknown
Likes: children, company, being able to speak, the idea that her curse may be broken, romance, battle, pretty dresses, roses, tea, letters, sweets
Dislikes: being forgotten, curses, stuffed toys, teenagers, dark colors, coffee, bitter foods
Attributes: quiet, loving, brave, slightly bitter, protective
Once upon a time, there was a young girl. She grew up watching her father and brothers go off into war year after year, with only few months of peace in between. Their king was so petty and cruel, that war had become a daily part of life. He thrived upon it.
However, this little girl did not see the cruelty of this king, but saw a powerful man instead. And so one day, shortly she after had become sixteen, she looked towards her mother and said, "Mother, I wish to fight like father."
Her mother stared at her in horror and shook her head. "No, my sweet, dear Lilibeth. You are a girl. Girls do not fight in wars. Only men do," she said quickly in response.
But Lilibeth refused to accept it, and by morning, she had disappeared. The only things she left behind for her mother was her long hair, that had been clearly cut sloppily, and a note. Lilibeth's mother's heart locket had also disappeared.
Lili lied her way into joining the army. She had cut her hair and bound her chest so she would be thought of only as a scrawny boy, as opposed to a woman. She also took the name of Leo. And it was this fact that prevented her family from ever finding her.
She came to realize that her size allowed her to be more agile while fighting, and she trained hard to make use of this fact. As her skill and reputation grew, so did her recklessness. She began to wear limited armor, and she killed without second thought. The friends she once had started distancing themselves from her.
Friends
Pet Treasure
Broken Ornamented Mirror
Crinkled Scrap of Paper
Normal Short Sword