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Mantikor
Legacy Name: Mantikor

The Galactic Ghostly
Owner: Eibon

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: January 7th, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 7th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 5
   
• Strength: 11
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Store Clerk

I love playing games, tricking people. What is life without a little fun? I see opportunities to have a little fun and I just can't wait to play tricks. I've seen many of you pranking people you know. It is fun, isn't it? Well, I should know it as I've gained many titles over the time such as Mischief, Deranged One, and Mischievous One. Call me what you will, but my true name is Fistandantilus!

Everything in the little village was quiet, the people going about their daily lives, oblivious to imminent events that would shake their world. A little girl was watching her mother cook dinner, her father and brother just coming home from hunting, as the other families seemed to do every day. How they could live like that is beyond me. I decided to put them out of their misery and at the same time let them provide some sport for my army. To my disappointment, they didn't. They all died way too quickly.

"Oh well, at least they'll never get home." I said as I watched my army do what they willed. I've been watching through my magical mirror. I can see anything I want through it. I know where those villagers had lived before and I had no intention to let them have the chance to go back there. After I worked so hard to get them exiled out of their country. If even one of them were to get back, all my work would be in vain. They provided much entertainment for me these long years. Yes, I am immortal. But, as everything else, I've grown tired of watching them for 148 years, so I decided to satiate my bored army.

(I stood up and went to get something to drink.-- I would remove it as it seemes somewhat random during the narration, if you leave it out you have a smoother passage to the next part) But now I would have to find something else to do. That is the trouble of being immortal, you get bored easily. I thought of what to do next. I could go to the wizards and taunt them, tell them of how I destroyed their little village of exiles. Oh yes, they would be so very upset at my disturbance of their beloved(-- this would underline the taunting and his glee at their pain) balance. Those wizards kept that village alive and well for so long. No doubt they would know by now what I've done. So I decided to pay them a little visit.

"You've gone too far this time, Fistandantilus!" One of the wizards nearly growled at me(by edding more emotions into the speach/act you can add another layer of complicity to the story and the characters even if they're just minor character, they're still have an impact on the main characters behaviour and character), his face tomato red with frustration.
"Oh, I am just having a little bit of fun. They were going to die soon anyway, so I just saved them the pain and suffering and let my army kill them quickly. Wouldn't you call it mercy?" I grinned mischievously. Oh what fun I was having with this. The wizards were working themselves into frenzy, and they were right to be worried for I now had complete control of Anthesia. Their country was mine to control and rule over.

"You won't get away with this. We will find a way to salvage this and you will pay for this." They threatened. But these were just empty threats because for one there was no way to solve their problem. Furthermore I am a god, nothing can harm me. I decided to leave them to their little problem and left to take a little stroll around my new county.

(Fifteen years had passed since-- that sounds like the beginning of a new chapter and gives you the feeling as if you've(as a reader) been shoved out of a building. In a book that would be perfect as you have the clean cut of chapters but in an ongoing text like this one it can sound as if he's been on a walk for fifteen years) Fifteen years after I destroyed that little refugee village I was looking to the elves of the forests of Rivelend, my next target.

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