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Baron La Croix has a minion!

Theodore Montgomery Furball VII the Misfortunat




Baron La Croix


The Custom Graveyard Warador
Owner: Somnifera

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 2 days

Born: February 18th, 2006

Adopted: 13 years, 6 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 18th, 2006 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
August 8th

Statistics


  • Level: 5,248
     
  • Strength: 7,778
     
  • Defense: 7,788
     
  • Speed: 7,684
     
  • Health: 11,755
     
  • HP: 11,755/11,755
     
  • Intelligence: 5,626
     
  • Books Read: 2,129
  • Food Eaten: 8,405
  • Job: Director of SAI


Well good evening...

... and welcome to the humble abode of my good self, Guédé Baron La Croix, suave Spirit of Death and Debauchery, as I make preparation to venture out in search of another night's entertainment. I say 'humble abode'....it's actually a converted church – I do have a delicious sense of irony. And when I say 'converted', it didn't need an awful lot of work really, just toss all the churchy stuff into a skip to make room for the cocktail bar, a lush velvet bedroom and the jacuzzi.

 

It seems you've caught me in a bit of a quandary – always a tricky business trying to choose that killer outfit for a social occasion. Which is why I lean very heavily on the sartorial wisdom of my fine, feline assistant, Theodore Montgomery Furball VII. He's been with me for over 50 years you know, cat and kitten, just like his father before him, his father's father before him, his....well, you get the picture.

 

“So Theo, why don't we chat through a few accessorising options while I make acquaintance with this bottle of, what does that say? Pros-a-co? Whatever. Anyway, just to get warmed up you understand. What's that you say Theo? Take it easy with that stuff? Oh Theo, life is for living! And anyway, what possible harm could come of it...?”

 

(Several lost hours later....)

 

“Oh my head, my poor, poor head. What on earth have I been up to this time? I distinctly remember starting out with a few pints of 'Carrington's Old Rancid' down at the Shroud and Saucepan....I think that's where I eventually found myself somehow tagged onto the end of a conga-line making its way out into the Old Boulevard - some young things on a Hen Night if memory serves. Spirited bunch. Must have been cold though.

 

Ah yes, then there was that club....tequila-slammers, breakdancing competition (thank goodness! I still have my winner's medal) and the last thing I remember is having a slow-dance with a Margarita in one hand and a lady from ... somewhere... in the other. Ophelia I think she said. Got her number too. La Croix, you naughty old rogue you....

 

Hmmm, another twenty minutes before the night coach turns up – should be just enough time to find a kebab shop. Truly, I laugh in the face of death....

 

 

 

Credits: Design, coding and overlay by me (Somnifera)

Story by Mr. Mark Scott and me (Somnifera)

Pet Treasure


Proud Baron Portrait

Elegant Death Fancy Trunk

Silver Skeleton Key

Voodou LaMoure Top Hat

Calaca Groom Top Hat

Police Shades

Pink Round Shades

Skull Stirring Stick

Calaca Groom Two-Tone Shoes

Calaca Groom Torn Jacket

Calaca Groom Tattered Tux Tails

Luxurious Spa Robe

Calavera Bride Deathly Pallor

Gut Champagne Beer

Bottled Pinot Noir

Bottled Cabernet Sauvignon

Bottled Riesling

Bottled Pinot Grigio

Bottled Chardonnay

Red Wine

Vodkatini

Truly Dazzling Cocktail

Mojito

Champagne Dream

Gin Fizz

Rosewater Champagne

The Haze

Woowoo

Deep Fried Margarita

Pina Colada

Triple Bloody Caesar

Kir Royale

Bahama Mama

Subeta Sunrise

Zombie

Blueberry Haze

Rusty Nail

Black Bear

Bloody Mary

Slippery Nipple

Slammer

Dont Dead Sticker

Mister Sugar Skull

Missus Sugar Skull

Book of Death

Unnervingly Cheery Skull

Cutesy Skull Snow Globe

Deaths Kiss

Guidebook for the Newly Dead

Kuro Neko San Book of Death

Black Book of the Undead

Death Head Moth

Death Perfume

Dead Person

Pet Friends