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Embrasure has a minion!
Bound the Barghest
Bound the Barghest
Embrasure
Legacy Name: Embrasure
The
Nightmare TelenineOwner:
GreymaneAge: 16 years, 8 months, 6 days
Born: August 11th, 2007
Adopted: 16 years, 8 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: August 11th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 17
- Strength: 21
- Defense: 15
- Speed: 14
- Health: 16
- HP: 16/16
- Intelligence: 20
- Books Read: 18
- Food Eaten: 1
- Job: Night Shift
((In the works. Loosely based on my Daceon.)))
Embra
Embrasure is a sad story. You see, he should, if there was any justice in the world, be dead. But he isn't dead. He isn't alive either. He simply is. He wanders fairly aimlessly, quick to latch on to anyone that shows him a shred of affection. He isn't a zombie, that would be a better state than what he is. Zombies, you see, eventually rot and leave this world. Embra, well, he is stuck here. He is obedient to a fault and claims to be missing something, though no one is entirely certain what he is missing. It is often assumed that the thing in question is his soul. Poor thing.
A tall, broad man with a gaunt face and hollow eyes. His dark skin hides the bags beneath his eyes and dark hair hangs limply over his shoulders. His eyes, surprisingly, are a pale blue and when spoken to, he gives the speaker his entire attention, something so rare in this day and age. His clothes leave something to be desired, and really aren't worthy of note.
He might have been something before he became this. Likely a farmer or a laborer. Something that gave him the muscles he has, something that broadened his shoulders and made him a big man. But that was before. Things change.
Embra
Embrasure is a sad story. You see, he should, if there was any justice in the world, be dead. But he isn't dead. He isn't alive either. He simply is. He wanders fairly aimlessly, quick to latch on to anyone that shows him a shred of affection. He isn't a zombie, that would be a better state than what he is. Zombies, you see, eventually rot and leave this world. Embra, well, he is stuck here. He is obedient to a fault and claims to be missing something, though no one is entirely certain what he is missing. It is often assumed that the thing in question is his soul. Poor thing.
A tall, broad man with a gaunt face and hollow eyes. His dark skin hides the bags beneath his eyes and dark hair hangs limply over his shoulders. His eyes, surprisingly, are a pale blue and when spoken to, he gives the speaker his entire attention, something so rare in this day and age. His clothes leave something to be desired, and really aren't worthy of note.
He might have been something before he became this. Likely a farmer or a laborer. Something that gave him the muscles he has, something that broadened his shoulders and made him a big man. But that was before. Things change.
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