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Detained has a minion!

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Detained

The

Graveyard Darkonite
Owner:

Age: 6 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: January 12th, 2007

Adopted: 6 years, 4 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: January 12th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job:

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.the Cursed Gravedigger.

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--=Calling=--
Not yet finished.

--=Personality=--
Solemn, darkly humorous, courageous... Yet again, I'm going to put this in a paragraph eventually.

--=Appearance=--
How does one explain the eerieness that this creature brings? The sudden impulse to run and to never look back...

His eyes are probably his most startling feature, as one is a dull, slightly misted grey, and the other, a bright golden that actually glows, giving off a little light. He is blind in his grey eye, but the fact is usually hidden as that eye, his left eye, is shrouded in shadow cast by the half-skull over his head.

The left side of his face is obscured by a feline-shaped skull, as the right half of the skull had been chipped off. A very tiny bit of his left side of his face can be seen, where two spikes emerge. There are two more spikes on the right side of his head as well. A crack in the top of the skull, nearly centered, is, once again, shadowed, hiding the head inside. As well, his right ear is visible, albeit with two V-shaped nicks in it, whereas his left ear is hidden by skull {what kind of skull is this?!} There are also three ridges on the bottom of the left side of the skull.

He wears a Charm around his neck, but its odd colouring offers no clue as to which type it might have been previously. Now, however, it merely rests upon him, and some have said that a skeletal creature had once been following Detained around, with the head of the Charm. How odd, eh?

Black, bone-like formations rest on his left shoulder, as well as the joint, and on his right hindleg, nearest the hoof.

Deadly thick black claws push their way through his flesh and are visible on his left forepaw only. They are often caked with dirt from digging, though he occasionally washes them in running water from streams and rivers.

He has many stitches {see reference picture}, though they seem to be rotting away as the days go on. As well, his back is torn open, revealing the tops of three bones, giving him an odd spine.

He is rather scrawny and thin, mostly from not being able to eat, and that being cursed has stolen away whatever he had had before. You can see his ribs, which is a sign of exactly how ill he appears to be, though, in reality, he is in perfect health.

A silver chain trails from a matching shackle, proof of a past life in which he had not had freedom. There are three scars on his left paw, reminders of his harsh, once-living life.

His right foreleg is covered in a bone that acts like a stocking for him. It fits perfectly over his foreleg, encasing it completely. At the end, part of the strange adornment, are three bone-white claws.

His two tails are nothing more than skeletal snakes, which can move of their own accord, and which he often has trouble controlling. However, they are extremely useful when trying to defend from both angles.

Four scars on his left hindleg are yet more memories. Below that are bandages, always wrapped around his leg. Of course, as a Darkonite, he has hooves on his back legs.

Lastly, a strange tattoo sits on his leg, as a symbol of the curse which had been set upon him years and years ago. They say that one who has had the curse cannot leave this world unless they pass it on to another...

Ref sheet. {INCOMPLETE}

--=Carries=--
A shovel, always coated in dirt from digging, and empty coffins.

--=Love=--
He almost wants to remain in this world with Kivra, rather than pass on. Whether or not this is out of friendship or love, is uncertain.

--=Aquaintances=--
You're not the one with a curse on their head, Kivra. I have no intention whatsoever in freeing myself by imprisoning you.

--=Roleplay=--
Quad only, but don't expect him to be a bouncing furball of joy.

--=Past=--
Not yet determined.

--=[Artwork]=--

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Pet Treasure

Bones

Bed of Forever Sleep

Coffin

Begbones

Bottled Skele-Bits

Steiny

Infested Skull

Gravedigger Shovel

Shallow Grave

Pile of Dead Eyeballs

Pet Friends

Kivra
You risk suffering the same fate as I by hanging around me. I cannot deal with that on my conscience, for I would never put your soul on the line…

Irel
I don't care if you're an angel. Don't bother me, or I'll find some way to bury your heavenly self.