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Wolfir has a minion!

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Wolfir
Legacy Name: Wolfir


The Custom Common Experiment #404
Owner: Mysfytt

Age: 8 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: August 24th, 2015

Adopted: 4 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: October 15th, 2019

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Statistics


  • Level: 31
     
  • Strength: 80
     
  • Defense: 66
     
  • Speed: 87
     
  • Health: 92
     
  • HP: 91/92
     
  • Intelligence: 40
     
  • Books Read: 40
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Candy Maker


For a long time she did not know what she was, did not even know WHO she was. Cowering in the corner, crying with pain and anguish; she was lost. Her cyborg body twisting and writhing as its machine and organic, and was that a zipper? – oh well, they just did not mesh well and warred against themselves. It was torment, it was torture. All she could do was howl. But there comes a point in your life where you decide this isn’t working, so you pick yourself up and just get on with it. This is what Wolfir did. She embraced the being she was and all the power that came with it. And indeed she had power, not just the pulsating energy that glowed from her glass appendages or the extra claw tipped arm either – put power of character, power of being.She WAS!But just being sure of yourself as a strong minded individual does not lead to a productive and fulfilling life. She lacked direction, her pain and confusion often causing her to rage and lash out unexpectedly. With great power and all that... So what to do? This was answered unexpectedly one day when she came across a small creature, its fur golden and spotted but matted by the mire it was trapped in. Knowing what torment was like and not enjoying it herself, she did not wish it upon others so decided to help the beast. Having an extra arm comes in handy when you need to pull someone up out of the mud. Once freed the Golden Jollin – for that is what he was - was ever grateful and remained by her side. At first she tried to dissuade him; not wanting to have him hurt from one of her unpredictable rages, but he persisted with a clam serene smile. He said his name was Khufu, and over time that serene smile and calm manor would help build and refine who she was, calming her sudden rages or confused outbursts while she came to grips with her own being. As her sense of self balanced, her sense of purpose grew. She liked having Khufu as a friend. She liked what it felt to help him when he was weak and she was not; his calm control helping her when she was not.She decided she would continue to be that, a friend, a helper, a saviour.

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