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Finnick the Gosric
Tyrison
Legacy Name: Tyrison
The Darkmatter Irion
Owner: TheStarryLioness
Age: 15 years, 8 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 5th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: August 5th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 16
- HP: 16/16
- Intelligence: 27
- Books Read: 26
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Gifted Gift Shop Clerk
Deep beneath the cover of forest in Winter's grasp, sits a monster. Hellish, ash colored claws grasp a book which he has his blue beak in, glossed white eyes staring with no discernible movement. The wind blows and snowflakes fly free from their branched perch to rest on the dark creature. The first shift in minutes takes place; the beast shakes and puffs up coal feathers before using a single claw to delicately flip the page, shrugging off the light white flakes before returning to his previously still position...
A blessing or a curse? He has yet to decide, a man once pure now destroyed by the world. Tyrison, at the ripe age of fifteen, joined a passing monk with the intention of simply tagging along to the new world. He never made it, far too fascinated with the devote man he had shared company with. When passing by the docks, where he would have boarded a ship to go across the large expanse of ocean to a newly discovered land, Tyrison stepped onto another with the man to head to lands previously known but just as mystreious...
I remember fondly now the quiet peace I have never felt at any other time than when I was with that man. Of the days shared speaking about everything that came across my young, malleable mind and his answers. Not a day was spent inside when we could be out and the ocean was surprisingly calm besides several for the entire passage of seventy-two days. He wasn't as zealous nor narrow-minded in his faith like the others I have met since. Different. As I sit here now I think now he may have been the reason for...my departure from the true path, for lack of better words.
Years passed and he grew into a man. He was one of the more striking of them too, somebody who looked better fit for working in the fields rather than studying scripture and copying; the body of the farmer and perhaps even warrior he should have been showing through. In fact, a lot of his time was spent tending to the Sanctuary's garden where they grew the foods and herbs that helped feed themselves and the nearby villages. In secret Tyrison also grew rare plants with uses not strictly for a moral sense. It was his curiosity that led to his downfall rather than any interest in harming others.
It had been snowing, a gentle falling of white crystals from the sky the day it happened. I can remember the pain, of my flesh being split wide open, the clatter of the wood bowl I'd held falling to the hard stone. It was like being skinned alive with a knife made out of salt while my innards roasted, the cracking of bones and my screams echoing back to me. A deep, dark blackness followed and when I awoke it was to the sound of horrified gasps and murmurs. I knew whatever had happened, it was not good and as if to confirm my worst fears, our harsh leader stepped forward with his icon raised to ward off evil. It hurt to know that evil was me.
Having been shunned and staked out from his former home, Tyrison now resides deep in the woods where a never ending, and quite unnatural, winter continues around him and his little shack. It is here that he practices his magic in peace. He has long come to terms with what he is although he still seeks a way to return to his former body.span style="font-size:11px;">§
Pet Treasure
How to Stargaze
Book of Demons I
Book of Demons II
Book of Demons III
Book of Demons IV
Book of Demons V
Dark Fire Potion
Dark Water Potion
Dark Light Potion
Dark Earth Potion
Dark Life Potion
Ornate Red Bottle
Ornate Amber Bottle
Ornate Blue Bottle
Ornate Green Bottle
Ornate Black Bottle
Fire Charm
Water Charm
Light Charm
Earth Charm
Life Charm
Red Coda Caves Crystal
Blue Coda Caves Crystal
Yellow Coda Caves Crystal
Green Coda Caves Crystal
Dream Coda Caves Crystal
Fire Arrowhead
Water Arrowhead
Light Arrowhead
Earth Arrowhead
Life Arrowhead
Cream Pearl
Dusk Pearl
Sun Pearl
Field Pearl
Arid Pearl
Mystical Red Serpent Scale
Mystical Blue Serpent Scale
Mystical Yellow Serpent Scale
Mystical Green Serpent Scale
Mystical White Serpent Scale
Raspberry Scented Candle
Rain Scented Candle
Vanilla Scented Candle
Pine Scented Candle
Unscented Candle
Ledger
Dark Grimoire
Badly Neglected Book
Scarred Leather Record Book
Strapped Book
Brown Discreet Robe
Wooden Scrying Bowl
Wooden Mortar and Pestle
Red Tomato Seeds
Empty Vial
Dark Thing in a Box
Snow Storm Feather
Feral Accessory Trunk
Blasphemous Shards
Snowfall
Shinwas Rose
Lavender Freesia Sprig
Yellow Snapdragon
Burgundy Calla Lily
Ice Encased Narcissus
Bottled Bird Head
Bottled Harvest Moon
Honeysuckle Oil
Aqua Esther