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Eerant
Legacy Name: Eerant
The
Nostalgic RreignOwner: Sabotage
Age: 13 years, 10 months, 4 weeks
Born: April 21st, 2012
Adopted: 13 years, 10 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: April 21st, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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Name: Eerant
Nickname(s): The Boy with the Maroon Hair
My Story:
He wasn't sure how it all started, and in truth, he wasn't sure he should remember how he came to be. As far as he knew, many real people didn't even remember being born. It seemed a silly concept in hindsight, almost as mysterious as why lightning bugs from the Coal Miners cave seem to glow an iridescent and hostile shade of red. Regardless of how he came to be, his first memory was something he'd never forget.
The air was quiet, that was for sure. Although his exact surroundings were a blur to the senses, that might have been because as a toy, he hadn't been too concerned with what happened around him. He didn't remember hearing, he didn't remember smelling, but he did recall a face so joyous to his paper mache eyes that he couldn't stand to sit still.
She had searched very fleetingly in the toy store, yet when she finally noticed him sitting among the other dragon toys, she only had eyes for him. Those eyes were something marvelous, and he knew that from then on he could judge a character from their eyes, because the sharp green of her eyes was so stunning that he knew her daring nature before she probably knew it herself. Her golden curls were beautiful, and her petite size was small even for her tender age, but he would not let that fool him.
She was destined for great things.Even as a toy, he knew this.
He sudden grew anxious, a trait he was confused to find in himself because being a toy, that wasn't a common attribute. But he was so desperate for the little girl to pick him up that when she began to walk away, he was able to flop onto the ground.
Thwak! went his delicate bodice on the linoleum floor.
The little girl turned, with a mischievous look of desire on her dazzling eyes. She picked him up so carefully and held him so gently as she begged her father to buy him for her that he knew that he would never feel anxiety like before again. He would never feel that feeling which made him so confused.
Or so he thought.
-
The memories after that were all a blur of careful fun and play. He was not sure which was which, and this confuses him even now. Why couldn't he remember the good times, those days of being played with by the most loving child in the world? Why was her face fading even now to him? There was no answer.
But the last thing he did remember, it would scar him for the rest of his life. It was the first time he actually felt something. He already had the ability to see, the ability to think, but being able to feel the surroundings he touched was new.
So when he felt heat, it was bizzare to his senses, and he grew very nervous.
Anxious, you might say.
He could see the flames in front of his face, his delicate little paper mache face and it frightened him as the walls of fire grew in size continually, until the reached up and rushed through the ceiling.
Name: Eerant
Nickname(s): The Boy with the Maroon Hair
My Story:
He wasn't sure how it all started, and in truth, he wasn't sure he should remember how he came to be. As far as he knew, many real people didn't even remember being born. It seemed a silly concept in hindsight, almost as mysterious as why lightning bugs from the Coal Miners cave seem to glow an iridescent and hostile shade of red. Regardless of how he came to be, his first memory was something he'd never forget.
The air was quiet, that was for sure. Although his exact surroundings were a blur to the senses, that might have been because as a toy, he hadn't been too concerned with what happened around him. He didn't remember hearing, he didn't remember smelling, but he did recall a face so joyous to his paper mache eyes that he couldn't stand to sit still.
She had searched very fleetingly in the toy store, yet when she finally noticed him sitting among the other dragon toys, she only had eyes for him. Those eyes were something marvelous, and he knew that from then on he could judge a character from their eyes, because the sharp green of her eyes was so stunning that he knew her daring nature before she probably knew it herself. Her golden curls were beautiful, and her petite size was small even for her tender age, but he would not let that fool him.
She was destined for great things.Even as a toy, he knew this.
He sudden grew anxious, a trait he was confused to find in himself because being a toy, that wasn't a common attribute. But he was so desperate for the little girl to pick him up that when she began to walk away, he was able to flop onto the ground.
Thwak! went his delicate bodice on the linoleum floor.
The little girl turned, with a mischievous look of desire on her dazzling eyes. She picked him up so carefully and held him so gently as she begged her father to buy him for her that he knew that he would never feel anxiety like before again. He would never feel that feeling which made him so confused.
Or so he thought.
-
The memories after that were all a blur of careful fun and play. He was not sure which was which, and this confuses him even now. Why couldn't he remember the good times, those days of being played with by the most loving child in the world? Why was her face fading even now to him? There was no answer.
But the last thing he did remember, it would scar him for the rest of his life. It was the first time he actually felt something. He already had the ability to see, the ability to think, but being able to feel the surroundings he touched was new.
So when he felt heat, it was bizzare to his senses, and he grew very nervous.
Anxious, you might say.
He could see the flames in front of his face, his delicate little paper mache face and it frightened him as the walls of fire grew in size continually, until the reached up and rushed through the ceiling.