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Niam the Envious Matter

Narcissistic_108
Legacy Name: Narcissistic_108

The

Graveyard Malticorn
Owner:

Frap

Age: 17 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: July 22nd, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 9 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 22nd, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 19
Strength: 15
Defense: 13
Speed: 16
Health: 35
HP: 0/35
Intelligence: 5
Books Read: 5
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

"My dear, I have kicked more ass than you have sat on."
Name: Sorin Rae Dupont
Age: Twenty-One
Gender: Female
Preference: Neither. Or Both
Occupation: International Super Model
Personality: Better than you, Perfect, Poised, Well bred, Educated, Uninterested, Haughty, Demanding, Silently Unsure, Heartless, Guarded

"A heart is the only thing that has value. If you have one, throw it away. "

Degrees are worthless when you don't have to worry about making a living, but her father had insisted that she be well educated. So she now had the ability to flash a Masters in Business Administration at anyone who wanted to call her an airhead. Lucky her. Big deal. Although the years she had spent in Madrid for her classes had been more than entertaining. She couldn't really complain.. could she? Well, she could do anything she damn well pleased if she wanted to.
And of course she did. Hell, she had taken the world by storm by the time she was sixteen. Everyone had seen her face at least once or twice on a billboard or in a magazine. But her 'job' was just a hobby. She didn't need the wealth her good looks had given her. She had daddy to take care of her. He was an international business tycoon who could spend hundreds of thousands without blinking an eye. And one thing he loved to spend money on was on his only daughter. Of course, not his only child, but out of four children surely granted special privileges to one such as Sorin.
Her mother had died giving birth to Sorin's younger brother and sister. Twins, but with a hole in her heart, Sorin's baby sister made it only four and a half hours. Still, it was enough time for their father to truly realize how fortunate he was to have his only jewel, that he now showered her with anything she could ever want or need.
Which was perfect for her. She relished in the idea that she had her father, and his cash, wrapped around her finger. She had no problem exercising her powers against the less fortunate and rubbing it in their faces. She was a chosen one. Someone to worship. She was perfect. Of course, this type of attitude left Sorin on the short end of true friends and family. Sure, she was always surrounded by beautiful faces that were at her beck and call. People who called themselves friends, but really couldn't be counted on or trusted. They just wanted to enjoy the money she tossed at their feet.But it was fine for her. She really didn't mind being silently hated and envied by those that hovered around her. They were scavengers and she was their whole world. Without her, they wouldn't exist as they were. The power was intoxicating and she had no problem relishing in it. Yet, there had to be a real reason for the icy, harsh, demanding exterior.. right? Of course there was... but only she'd really know.. and curse those who try to get close enough to get past that wall...