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Acantha_648 has a minion!

Thorn the Sunbeam




Acantha_648
Legacy Name: Acantha_648


The Reborn Keeto
Owner: Tick

Age: 17 years, 1 month, 3 weeks

Born: March 11th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 1 month, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: March 11th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 25
     
  • Strength: 66
     
  • Defense: 63
     
  • Speed: 58
     
  • Health: 60
     
  • HP: 21/60
     
  • Intelligence: 131
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


To be a Glade of some sort.

[Independent | Distant | Unmemorable]

Name: Acantha
Name Origin: Acantha was a nymph that the god Apollo was in love with. Acantha however, refused his advances and scratched his face when Apollo tried to rape her. In the end Apollo turned her into a prickly bush.
Name Meaning: Acantha is taken from the word Acanthus. Acanthus is a plant native to tropical and warm temperate regions of the Old World. This plant has spiny leaves and flower spikes in the colors of white and light purple.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: Bookstore clerk

She sat alone, watching as others greeted family members, or chatted happily with friends. No one so much as glanced at the solemn figure sitting high above. She was half hidden in shadow, looking but not quite seeing, with glazed eyes.

The gray hood of her sweater blew off in the wind, revealing hazel eyes and long brown hair streaked with with a earthy green color. She pulled her sleeveless vest closer to her and closed her eyes, trying to block out the happy sounds below her. It didn't seem that long ago that she was that happy, that innocent... that naive. She should have seen the signs. Looking back now they were so obvious. Why couldn't she have known sooner? Why couldn't he just tell her? Maybe then, if he had gotten the right help, maybe then he would still be...

A stifled sob broke the silent atmosphere the young teen was in.

If the people below had looked up, or at least quietened a little, then perhaps they would have heard the faint sounds of a lonely girl crying. The faint echo of a desperate "why?!" and the sound of an already broken heart breaking once again.

Pretty arts and a custom layout to come eventually!

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