Information

Sparkums
Legacy Name: Sparkums

The

Field Illumis
Owner:

Garis

Age: 16 years, 11 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 7th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: May 7th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 38
Strength: 92
Defense: 92
Speed: 90
Health: 90
HP: 85/90
Intelligence: 270
Books Read: 267
Food Eaten: 490
Job: Full-Time Test Subject

Full Name : Sparkums Feller (Sparka)
Origion: Sparkums comes from the word Sparkumbres a constalation in the southern heamsifear that is shaped like a dragon. It only apears once every 12 years during a new moon and the sighting of it is believed to bring good luck.
Maturity/Age : teanager (13)
Statues : Curintly single I'm still waiting for the right guy.
Height/Weight : 5'3/109
Description : light brown hair with green high lights, eyes are a amber gold, and she has a pair of July Highflyer wings.
Race : Sparka is a Moth Elf .
Likes : fury animals (especialy cats), the night (I love looking up at the stars), practicing magic (only the good kind),and people ( I just a big people person)
Dislikes : the color pink (it does not look good on a witch green and black is what works), anything made of wool (ah it itches), and graveyards and horror things (Geez they give me the creeps)

History

I was Born on September 12. An orphen I never new who my parents were. I was adoupted by Ana and Denner Feller I nice family who already had a six year old son named ****. I've always wanted a little sister though and three years later a young girl named *** was adoupted into our family. My brother *** has now gone on to become a member of the guards. While I am now the apprentice of Lady Bonnie Nuit. While practicing my magic I am learning new things,having fun with my freinds, and of course going on adventures. While still hoping to find out who my parents are.
Song
Prancel's Story
He never amagined steeling one fish could cause so much trouble. The big stack of asorted varties of aguatick species that sat piled on top of each other in a large wicker basket out in the open had looked so tempting to his thin body. He hadn't eaten in days and the sight of fresh food was just to good a chance to miss. So he had taken one, just one a small mackrel from the top of the pile. A small fish like that and a measel one at that he didn't think any one would miss it when he swiped it off the basket and started to walk off with it.
But no he was wrong for then the next thing he new he found himself douging pots pans and other items as the owner off the shop threw a boot at him wich grazed his left leg and with a sharp yoll Prancel dropped the fish and ran off into the forest of Ellaroch. Ellaroch the valarien word for, Enlightment: to give intellectual or spiritual light to; instruct; impart knowledge to, was more off and understatment, if anyting the young black and white kitten thought to himself if anything it should be called Delaroch meaning Desolation. A perfect name for the bitter and cold if not crule forest that the kitten had dared to venture into to escape the angry fisher elf's rashness.
The rain it started poring as it came down in buckets soaking threw Prancel's fur and into his skin. Bur Prancel ran threw the forest spalishing threw poddles wich turned his once beautiful black and white fur a murky brown. Hoot the sound off owls could be heard from the trees which sent a shiver up his little paws.