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Seer_102
Legacy Name: Seer_102
The
Nightmare JollinOwner: miao
Age: 13 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: June 23rd, 2012
Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: June 23rd, 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
years of fortunetelling have Seer left a fraction of the person she used to be. She has begun to transform into a daemon, caused by her constant interaction with the spirit world. However, as her humanity disappears, her accuracy and abilities only improve. Trade her something shiny and you may just get your fortune told... at your own risk.
Seer can take the form of any soul she makes contact with. Her original body has been long forgotten, slowly wasting away as her spiritual self gained power. Her most preferred form is that of a jollin. She has little by little magicked parts from other souls, hell and heaven alike to create the ideal shape that she has desired. All of her possessions have been taken from someone/something, she has nothing original to call hers. She is cynical and has a sick, sardonic sort of humor, that often leaves others stunned and disgusted. She revels in her power, and relishes a challenge, although that this point, there aren't many that can truly faze her. She travels with a troop of gypsies, and they, for fear of death, or worse retribution by Seer, dare not to cast her out.
Seer could smell him before he walked in. Her heightened senses saw the glint of the knife hidden in his belt, smelled the sweat saturating his clothing, and heard the nervous beating of his heart. There had been a heavy bounty placed on her head, and many had pursued her, though only a handful had come as close as he had. Despite herself, Seer had to smile, her lips pulling back to reveal long, cruel fangs she had magicked from a daemon. She hadn't had an excuse to use her powers in a while, and well, this could be fun.
WAITWAIT. what if she was one of those fortunetelling machine seers. ohgodwhatnow
Seer has changed Nightmare!
June 29, 2012
Seer can take the form of any soul she makes contact with. Her original body has been long forgotten, slowly wasting away as her spiritual self gained power. Her most preferred form is that of a jollin. She has little by little magicked parts from other souls, hell and heaven alike to create the ideal shape that she has desired. All of her possessions have been taken from someone/something, she has nothing original to call hers. She is cynical and has a sick, sardonic sort of humor, that often leaves others stunned and disgusted. She revels in her power, and relishes a challenge, although that this point, there aren't many that can truly faze her. She travels with a troop of gypsies, and they, for fear of death, or worse retribution by Seer, dare not to cast her out.
Seer could smell him before he walked in. Her heightened senses saw the glint of the knife hidden in his belt, smelled the sweat saturating his clothing, and heard the nervous beating of his heart. There had been a heavy bounty placed on her head, and many had pursued her, though only a handful had come as close as he had. Despite herself, Seer had to smile, her lips pulling back to reveal long, cruel fangs she had magicked from a daemon. She hadn't had an excuse to use her powers in a while, and well, this could be fun.
WAITWAIT. what if she was one of those fortunetelling machine seers. ohgodwhatnow
Seer has changed Nightmare!
June 29, 2012