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Spurn has a minion!

Disdain the Cando

Spurn
Legacy Name: Spurn

The

Reborn Tigrean
Owner:

Nimbus

Age: 16 years, 7 months, 5 days

Born: September 27th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 7 months, 5 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 27th, 2007 (Legacy)

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 813
Strength: 2,032
Defense: 2,033
Speed: 2,030
Health: 2,030
HP: 0/2,030
Intelligence: 570
Books Read: 569
Food Eaten: 4
Job: Battle Master

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ibook

The Gentleman

enjoying my unhappiness

Name: Spurn
Gender: Male
Character: Caustic, snobbish, sarcastic, solitary, introverted
Physical Description: Average height, muscular, scarring on left side

Blue eyes flicker around the room, catching the light of the lamps. The tigrean sips at his drink, his discomfort made obvious by his scowl. His long pelt is full and lush, but his skin marked by scars on the left side of his face, neck, and chest. He draws back his lip as a few young feminine creatures flit by him, giggling in the light atmosphere of the party.

This is a lovely party, yes? I am the host, but I am not fond of others, not on a personal level anyway. I was once friendly, at least as much so as the average gentleman. This was not a coincidence or an accident; I was raised by two average, but still loving, parents in an above average home, with above average privileges. This is not to say that we were wealthy, just that we were average and relatively comfortable, and that this allowed me to grow into an average being, with some positive tendencies.

I have changed. I have lost things that were very important to me. My appearance marred by fire, a fireworks show gone bad. They kept telling me that I could have, would have, should have died with all of the explosives going off around me. I like to think that I was once handsome... I'm not sure about that anymore.

Later, I was outplayed, and the one that I loved was taken from me by someone who was better than I could ever be. I had thought that she loved me! I hold these parties because there is nothing left for me, and in my own sad way I hope that perhaps one day I'll find what I have lost. It is unlikely, but I can still hope, and as the night passes, the liquor numbs my disappointment.

The tigrean turns away and seeks out his cando, whispering in his ear. The cando nods and walks away. The tigrean watches for a moment before slinking away to disappear amid the masses.

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Nimbus
Profile by

ibook