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King Arcticus
Legacy Name: King Arcticus

The

Nightmare Bumbus
Owner:

jigo

Age: 13 years, 8 months, 4 weeks

Born: August 8th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: August 8th, 2010

Statistics

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

Name: || Unknown
Alias: || King Arcticus
Age: || ---
Birthdate: || August 8th
Deathdate: || May 3rd
Gender: || Male
Occupation: || King; Deceased
Personality: || Manipulative
Other: || A forever nightmare that lives in his son, Prince Fyfe's mind.
Can shape-shift his appearance, but his crown and eyes stay the same.

|| :History: ||
[In this Kingdom]
The King of the Kingdom of Snow. He was a very kind King, the kingdom praised him for all the generous things he had done for them. He helped the sick and the needy. Even helped out nearby kingdoms from falling.
A few years in his ruling, his son was born. Prince Fyfe. He thought that this day would bring extreme happiness to the kingdom, but he was wrong...
It seemed that the birth of his son was slowly bringing the kingdom into depression. The villagers started to turn against each other, the nearby kingdoms were falling, and even his own kingdom.

Seeing the depression only grow more as his son aged, his kindness soon was overwhelmed by the growing hatred. Instead of thinking about the villagers or the kingdom, he thought of how to dispose of his son.
'The only way for this kingdom to get back to the top is for that... child... to perish.'

On Prince Fyfe's 10th birthday, the king finally thought of the perfect plan. 'I will kill him myself.' As he was getting the cake ready, he heard the little pitter-patters of his sons feet. A wide grin grew across his face.
'Happy Birthday, my son.' Looking down at his son, he drove the knife into his own throat. His cold blood covering the room. 'I hope the kingdom treats you the way you should be treated. Like dirt.'
Seeing the look in his sons eyes. Hearing his screams. It made the sacrifice all the more pleasant. He attached himself to that horror that was built up in Fyfe's mind.

He lives as a nightmare within Prince Fyfe's mind. Haunting him... with the same images, the same pains.
'Best not to close your eyes... my son.' With that sinister grin.