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Isole has a minion!
Thalia the Smilla
Thalia the Smilla
Isole
Legacy Name: Isole
The
Glacier RreignOwner: Snarf
Age: 18 years, 6 months, 6 days
Born: December 3rd, 2007
Adopted: 18 years, 6 months, 6 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: December 3rd, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 116
- Strength: 212
- Defense: 209
- Speed: 207
- Health: 210
- HP: 179/210
- Intelligence: 209
- Books Read: 184
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Tourist Hotel Manager
Deceptively Human
Arts
She looks like: An enormous ice dragon. Derrr...
When she's human she looks like: A stunningly gorgeous woman... with porcelain skin, icey blue eyes, full lips, and a Kim Kardashianesque figure. The only non human trait she cannot disguise is her very dark blue hair (which she claims she dyes). If she is threatened or is under extreme stress, her eyes will change from icey blue to her true shade of black with glowing aquamarine irises. If she stays under those conditions, she will start her change involuntarily... starting with her extremities.
Her style: She normally wears her hair in a ponytail to the side, or let's it hang free, in natural waves. She loves to shop, and is definitely a fashion whore. You guarantee that her jeans will always be expensive and in fashion, and that her shoes will always be sexy and at least three inches high. She rarely wears any makeup, as she has the kind of skin supermodels would kill for. She is very acutely aware of her body at all times and has no qualms whatsoever about showing it off to max skin exposure. On the Run...
In a life or death situation, the key to survival usually tends to be focus. Simple focus. No freaking out... no running blindly, just make a plan you know will work, and keep your eye on the ball. Easier said than done, believe me I know. This is the second time I have had to flee for my life, and it certainly has not gotten any easier. All I wanted was a freaking martini!!!! Filthy dirty... just how I like em. Dammit!!!! Focus..... feel the air flying in and out of my lungs, ignore the burning in my throat... just waiting to come out and turn those poor fools behind me into soo many popsicles. Two more blocks, and I should be at the end of Haight Street. Once I'm in Golden Gate Park.... There will be plenty of cover for my Change.
My clothes are already getting uncomfortably tight. Spare a glance downward... OH CRAP. My pretty toes are no longer encased in my Jimmy Choo wedges. My pretty toes are no longer pretty toes at all, but long glittering ice claws. Do Not Panic!! The humans only have power in great numbers. Well, except for Kyle. But just look at the mess he has gotten us into. Oh well, he's a dead man now. It would have been nice to feel him inside of me one last time though. Focus!! One more block... feel the frigid air start to freeze into tiny crystals on my skin. I finally reach the end of Haight and run past the McDonald's on the left. Yikes, many humans here. They are staring. They should be.. it's not everyday you see a gorgeous woman running by with huge claws instead of feet and eyes like inky pools with glowing aquamarines inside them.
I make a sharp right as I enter the park, heading straight into the trees and bushes. I figure hippy hill will give me more than enough room to take off. I rip off my top.... and feel the beginnings of my wings start to come. Focus.... not yet!!! One more minute!! That's all I need to be safe. I reach the clearing known as hippy hill and ...RRRIIIPPP!!!!... I take to the sky. I look down and see one last shred of my jeans stuck to one claw. Give my leg a shake... and it flutters to the ground. Damn... I really liked those jeans. I am now in the cover of the clouds. That is why I chose to come to the Bay Area. Its always foggy and cloudy here, even in the summer. The humans call it "the marine layer". Whatever that means. To me... it means in my dragon form I will be practically invisible. Mmm, it feels soo delicious to spread out and stretch my massive wings in the cool night breeze. I so rarely take this form anymore, it's just too dangerous.
I head southeast.... and after only a few minutes make a sharp dive into the pacific. Soo wonderfully cold... a great white shark turns tail and flees at my presence. The older creatures of the earth still remember remember us and tremble. I feel the shore just up ahead. I pull my essence inward and become human again. Now that my fear is gone... my eyes will appear human as well. I swim in my human form toward the place I have hidden my spare clothing and identity. I catch a wave to the sand, and then walk up to the rock wall separating the beach from the street. One quick look around... I have not been seen. I lift the nondescript boulder from its place with one arm, and scoop up my waterproof duffel bag. I toss the boulder back in place. Open the bag, put on the jeans and tee shirt and flip flops in there. I shut the bag after shoving some of the cash from it in my pocket. A few blocks to Cannery Row, and there's a cab. Home free baby... Man I freaking love Monterrey Bay!!!!
She looks like: An enormous ice dragon. Derrr...
When she's human she looks like: A stunningly gorgeous woman... with porcelain skin, icey blue eyes, full lips, and a Kim Kardashianesque figure. The only non human trait she cannot disguise is her very dark blue hair (which she claims she dyes). If she is threatened or is under extreme stress, her eyes will change from icey blue to her true shade of black with glowing aquamarine irises. If she stays under those conditions, she will start her change involuntarily... starting with her extremities.
Her style: She normally wears her hair in a ponytail to the side, or let's it hang free, in natural waves. She loves to shop, and is definitely a fashion whore. You guarantee that her jeans will always be expensive and in fashion, and that her shoes will always be sexy and at least three inches high. She rarely wears any makeup, as she has the kind of skin supermodels would kill for. She is very acutely aware of her body at all times and has no qualms whatsoever about showing it off to max skin exposure. On the Run...
In a life or death situation, the key to survival usually tends to be focus. Simple focus. No freaking out... no running blindly, just make a plan you know will work, and keep your eye on the ball. Easier said than done, believe me I know. This is the second time I have had to flee for my life, and it certainly has not gotten any easier. All I wanted was a freaking martini!!!! Filthy dirty... just how I like em. Dammit!!!! Focus..... feel the air flying in and out of my lungs, ignore the burning in my throat... just waiting to come out and turn those poor fools behind me into soo many popsicles. Two more blocks, and I should be at the end of Haight Street. Once I'm in Golden Gate Park.... There will be plenty of cover for my Change.
My clothes are already getting uncomfortably tight. Spare a glance downward... OH CRAP. My pretty toes are no longer encased in my Jimmy Choo wedges. My pretty toes are no longer pretty toes at all, but long glittering ice claws. Do Not Panic!! The humans only have power in great numbers. Well, except for Kyle. But just look at the mess he has gotten us into. Oh well, he's a dead man now. It would have been nice to feel him inside of me one last time though. Focus!! One more block... feel the frigid air start to freeze into tiny crystals on my skin. I finally reach the end of Haight and run past the McDonald's on the left. Yikes, many humans here. They are staring. They should be.. it's not everyday you see a gorgeous woman running by with huge claws instead of feet and eyes like inky pools with glowing aquamarines inside them.
I make a sharp right as I enter the park, heading straight into the trees and bushes. I figure hippy hill will give me more than enough room to take off. I rip off my top.... and feel the beginnings of my wings start to come. Focus.... not yet!!! One more minute!! That's all I need to be safe. I reach the clearing known as hippy hill and ...RRRIIIPPP!!!!... I take to the sky. I look down and see one last shred of my jeans stuck to one claw. Give my leg a shake... and it flutters to the ground. Damn... I really liked those jeans. I am now in the cover of the clouds. That is why I chose to come to the Bay Area. Its always foggy and cloudy here, even in the summer. The humans call it "the marine layer". Whatever that means. To me... it means in my dragon form I will be practically invisible. Mmm, it feels soo delicious to spread out and stretch my massive wings in the cool night breeze. I so rarely take this form anymore, it's just too dangerous.
I head southeast.... and after only a few minutes make a sharp dive into the pacific. Soo wonderfully cold... a great white shark turns tail and flees at my presence. The older creatures of the earth still remember remember us and tremble. I feel the shore just up ahead. I pull my essence inward and become human again. Now that my fear is gone... my eyes will appear human as well. I swim in my human form toward the place I have hidden my spare clothing and identity. I catch a wave to the sand, and then walk up to the rock wall separating the beach from the street. One quick look around... I have not been seen. I lift the nondescript boulder from its place with one arm, and scoop up my waterproof duffel bag. I toss the boulder back in place. Open the bag, put on the jeans and tee shirt and flip flops in there. I shut the bag after shoving some of the cash from it in my pocket. A few blocks to Cannery Row, and there's a cab. Home free baby... Man I freaking love Monterrey Bay!!!!
Pet Treasure
Dirty Martini
Ice Encased Narcissus