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Niji the Sparkoldawg
Rikuora
Legacy Name: Rikuora
The
Common MontreOwner:
VakarianAge: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week
Born: September 17th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 9 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 17th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 11
- HP: 10/11
- Intelligence: 3
- Books Read: 3
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
INFONAME: RikuoraNICKNAME: Rikki, Riku (lol) APPEARANCE: LOL PLEASE JUST REFER TO THE HA I'm not great at describing lol. I'll make a proper ref/learn how to describe peeps later. Sandy hair, long white wings (can be hidden/invisible or shown doesn't matter), anthro: medium-sized brown ears. BODY TYPE: lean HEIGHT: 6'5 WEIGHT: x HAIR: sandy blond hair EYES: dark brown/black AGE: ??? GENDER: Male Race: Montre/Angel ORIENTATION: Doesn't really have one, but for the sake of simplicities, pansexual. | PROFILEYour cliche silent, angst-y supernatural being. Just kidding, while Rikuora does tend to dwell in the past often, wishing it was different, he does live in the present and for the future. He is aware that he cannot change the past, and so, focus on what he can do for his commander right now and in the future.Unfortunately, he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't understand why he was cast down to Earth. This is one of the reasons why he replays his memories: trying to figure out what he is here and what must be done. Rikuora prefers to keep quiet and keep out of things. He finds interacting with others a little bit bothersome, but he won't be too cruel to those who needs assistance. Whether he's actually listening to those talking or not, he isn't one to share things about him. He doesn't like talking about his feelings and problems, but he understands the importance of sharing these matters (of course, he learned to do this from an incidence). He isn't shy to share when he is uncomfortable and is able to say no. Though, he might be able to be persuaded. Strengths: Weaknesses: Likes: Dislikes: Best Environment: |
BIO
You sent me with a purpose, but I was sent with agonizing questions always lingering in my mind: "Was I replaced? What have I done wrong?..."
You sent me here with a purpose, but I was sent without your presence.
You sent me here, but there was no purpose. Everything was a lie.
A broken soul. He wasn't sure whether it described him in actuality, but it felt right. Of course, he could just being dramatic, looking at the dark side of life, instead of thinking clearly. But it's been painful, just wandering around the Earth, wondering what he was sent here to do, instead of protecting her, his belo-- commander.
Perhaps, she grew tired of him. Perhaps, she noticed his feelings and thought of them to be bothersome. But she wasn't that sort to mercilessly abandon her subordinates, especially one of the top.
He laughed, or rather, scoffed with amusement. How pathetic of him to think like this. How could he question his allegiance to her? How could he call himself one of the top soldiers, if he was not able to handle any situations without a command? She was testing him, of course...
He rustled his wings. He grabbed a couple of feather that fell out. Blowing each one by one away, he wished he had a message from his beloved commander.
Was everything a lie? Perhaps so, perhaps not, but I'll wait for you.
I cannot bear to be here without you, but I'll go on.
These painful lingering questions, "Was I abandoned? Did you die?" I'll make them disappear.
The intoxicating memories tempt me, but I'll keep on living.