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jverleex has a minion!

Minion the Barghest




jverleex
Legacy Name: jverleex


The Bloodred Anyu
Owner: code03x5

Age: 11 years, 2 weeks, 1 day

Born: April 23rd, 2013

Adopted: 11 years, 2 weeks, 1 day ago

Adopted: April 23rd, 2013

Statistics


  • Level: 13
     
  • Strength: 33
     
  • Defense: 33
     
  • Speed: 28
     
  • Health: 30
     
  • HP: 17/30
     
  • Intelligence: 43
     
  • Books Read: 43
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Rehabilitator


[warning: read at your own risk]



She'd grown up on a sun-stained island. There, the sky stretched on for miles and miles, twisting in every which direction and suffocating every which mind. Here, the crayon drawings dropped in water and washed into the sewers without anyone ever noticing. Without anyone but the crying child realizing they existed to begin with.


She was born into a fair family, not special, but not badly off. A little, glowing spark of dark hair and strange, tortured innocence that tossed and turned, wracked by repetitive mutterings thrumming, churning, collapsing in on the world. Even as a baby, she'd never slept well, crying the bags under her parents’ eyes, murmuring deeply in shallow, hazy dreams about little insignificant things and terrible, terrible ideas.



She was dying by the time you were 7; waking up every morning only to frown. Bearing through the day and curling up in bed and hoping to dream a big black splotch. Otherwise, dreams and nightmares had no division between them, a thread's distance waving the border between euphoria and disaster. "Happiness" was all that could be muttered before blowing out the candles each year, all that was scrawled clumsily on a sheet of paper titled 'To Santa', the p's looking a little like q's. But maybe the elves have a different dictionary for their words.


You were 11 as she was saving every last penny for a potion- maybe a Reborn potion, a last chance to change something. It wasn't the best life, but it was a life, and she clung to it as though it was all that was left (but was it?). Waking up with sore knuckles while gingerly rubbing at a overused muscle and almost certain that Santa didn't exist. Almost. And if waking up wasn't bad enough, there was still wandering through the day, absentmindedly picking up dabs of information at school - information that really wasn't necessary. Well, at the very least, not necessary in this life.



"Jverleex," they had muttered, half frowning and half stalling, pulling tugging at their memory to try to figure out exactly who she was again,"she was never anything special," they had muttered between themselves,


"She's a good kid, though," they had smiled afterwards, and probably thought; if Jverleex was anything, she was a "good kid".



Sure.

Let them believe that.


So they did exactly that; believing in whatever twisted opinions they had managed to perceive.


At least until Jverleex was running away, matted dark hair stained with blood and mouth set in a scowl.



Sure.

Let them believe it wasn't their own fault.



[To be continued, the next part will be here as soon as I can get the pet I'm looking for]


Pet Treasure


Bloodred Aeanoid Root

Ebony Ornamented Fox Mask

Ultra Sword

Azathoth Pauldrons

Pet Friends