Information

Clocks_673
Legacy Name: Clocks_673

The

Angelic Sheeta
Owner:

Classy

Age: 16 years, 10 months, 1 week

Born: June 22nd, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 10 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: June 22nd, 2007 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
September 28th, 2011

Statistics

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

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Standin' there with nothin' on.. She's gonna teach me how to swim.

Call me what you will, I suppose. I've never been one for names, anyhow - I tend to change them every time I leave or come again. It's the way of the wanderer in a sense; if you're recognized by someone from a long time ago, bad things are bound to happen.
"You're not from around here." I get that a lot. Like it's some sort of cardinal sin, being different. As if appearing and disappearing out of the blue is warrant for a banishment to hell (as if the place existed, anyway). I couldn't tell you how it happens if I tried, but I can tell you I have lived many, many long lives in places and times that no one could even partially fathom. I'm not sure anyone has such an extensive resume to boast as being the mistress of an Egyptian Pharaoh, a servant in the high quarters of the Roman Empire, or a nurse in the first World War.
I can't tell you where I'm going next, or how I'll get there, or when. It is all up to something that isn't part of me, and it has caused me to "die" many, many times. I am in an infinite spiral of life and death and servitude. I do only as I wish until commanded to move.

Clocks is a time traveler. She has little to no control as to when she leaves or appears, and she has absolutely no control as to where she winds up. She tends to be tricky, self-sufficient, and quiet (for her safety, mainly). Often she is considered cold-hearted. It all depends on when, where, and how you meet her.