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Parasomnia_542
Legacy Name: Parasomnia_542

The

Nightmare Keeto
Owner: Glitt

Age: 16 years, 1 day

Born: March 18th, 2010

Adopted: 16 years, 1 day ago

Adopted: March 18th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 48
Strength: 105
Defense: 102
Speed: 100
Health: 103
HP: 101/103
Intelligence: 16
Books Read: 16
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

It was 3 AM and the rain was eating away the cardboard she called her ceiling. At nights like this, she almost regretted she told her parents to go die in a hole. A moment of consideration was in order.
...
Meh, 't was the right thing to do.
She got up and planted her boot into the cardboard box, making her feel like a giant. She was amused by this for a little bit and then remembered she was getting soaked. Time to be creative.

The doctor(?) looked from the needle to the girl in the chair. The TL lights made her skin walk the line between pale and transparent and she had that washed-up supermodel thing going on, but they were running low on blood.
"We'll pay you double for another pint, though you must know that possible side effects include fainting and... well... death. If you're particularly unlucky."
She gave him a cheerful grin, "Like you had to ask!"

Open doors to madness
Disrespectful, aggressive, selfish, greedy and impulsive
Whether it's her past or just bad genes, Parasomnia is a terrible person who is obsessed with not following rules or listening to people. It seems like she's got a very bad case of puberty. A young homeless girl might seem like an easy prey for a certain type of people, but she makes up for her lack of muscle with speed, agression and the element of surprise.

Thanks to her personality she can't keep a job, which she compensates by grave robbing ('Some of us still gotta make a living!'), selling herself to science or doing something else unhygienic, dangerous and generally unpleasant. The truth is she'd been long dead if it hadn't been for her world-class immune system, but running about chaotically is her favourite thing to do. She'll tell you that she's glad not to be 'limited' by responsibilities (like houses or a proper bank account), unless it rains.
Pawn shop owners and shadowy scientists think she's a gift from heaven, other people are generally scared by her. She adapted her 'name' after a night in a sleep laboratory: It was a diagnosis, but she thought it sounded neat word and ran off with it. She doesn't know (or care) that she has night terrors and talks in her sleep.

She is being stalked by a small and mentally disturbed gerbil that seems to think she's his mother.