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Quiet the Elder


The Nightmare Pherret
Owner: Henry

Age: 13 years, 4 days

Born: January 14th, 2007

Adopted: 3 years, 6 months ago

Adopted: July 18th, 2016


  • Level: 1
  • Strength: 12
  • Defense: 11
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 14
  • HP: 14/14
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

You don't know what I've seen.
It's none of your business.

At first sight Eric is just an ordinary 30 years old man working in a music shop, but in fact his life is more interesting than anyone would ever think of. Even though he's by far not very imposing in figure, people claim that the look on his face gives them the chills, the way he moves, talks and his overall behavior are often enough to even turn some huger and stronger men than himself into whimpering puppies.

Sly and calculating as he is, he knows that his boss will never find out about his past and the reasons that led him from the canadian North Bay to Modesto in California. The only one knowing about this secret is a small locked box hidden under his bed, containing his mostly prized treasures: 16 locks of hair.

James, Susie, Charlene, Donnie, Steven, Angela, Jennifer, Marc, Gabrielle, Anthony, Stephanie, Oliver, Benny, Katie, Justin, Edith "Call me Edie". The reasons for their death were of different nature, but one thing they all had in common: Eric had to kill them. He needed them to die.

Ever since his birth he never felt loved, never had the chance to show that he's more than the low creature others see in him. His first foster parents changed him into the man he is now, slowly but very effectively they erased his soul and personality and forced him to view his life not as something to cherish and enjoy but as something that is cruel and full of hatred and violence.

He killed his first victim when he was 19 years. Only an accident. he thought. But the feelings remained for days. He felt excited. He felt happy. He could approach people, talk to them, meet others. He felt normal. He felt alive.

Slowly the feelings vanished, made space for his miserable life again. Months passed, and Eric turned into a recluse again, only leaving his small apartment for work. Then Susie came along, another "accident" happened, and again Eric began to cherish a social life. That's when he became addicted to violence. Over the years 14 other accidents happened, one more gruesome than the others. Eric can't stop himself. Life is built on violence, just like his parents taught him...

*My OC

*Story and Profile by me

*Actor of choice: Marc Pickering

*Screenshot found on Google

Pet Treasure


White Sand


Beef Chili


Gin and Tonic


The Haze


Bloody Mary



Lightshow Champagne Coupe

Book of Pink

Outrageously Loud Pastel Party Shirt

Black Laced Combat Boots

Pina Park Convertible

Ziara City Coupe

Cyanide Poison Vial Kit

Hemlock Poison Vial Kit

Melting Smile

Black Trenchcoat

Black Tie

Black Suit Jacket

VIP Undead Jacket

Black Slacks

VIP Undead Slacks

Antique Scuffed Boots

Burnished Acoustic Guitar

Music Sheet

Maple Leaf Ragtime Sheet Music

Dark Lock of Hair

Lock of Curly Hair

Timid Lion Curled Locks

Lock of Eros

Innocent Sovereign Strands of Silky Hair

High Elf Strand of Golden Hair

Cursed Witch Tangled Locks

Lock of Aphrodite

Dirty Locks of Hair

Mousy Curls Of The Undead

Lock of Pixie Hair

Watchers Lock Of Hair

Loose Strands of Cinnamon

Dirndl Ribbon-Tied Locks

Curly Ginger Locks

The Entertainer Ragtime Sheet Music

Sunflower Slow Drag Sheet Music

The Rosebud March Sheet Music

Peacherine Ragtime Sheet Music

Box of Untold Secrets

Tales of Angst Book Tape

Tales of Blood Book Tape


Welding Torch

Power Drill

Survivors Crowbar

Magical Duct Tape

Dark Rangers Lock of Hair

Pet Friends