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Challenger has a minion!
Minion the Grave Reminder
Minion the Grave Reminder
Challenger
Legacy Name: Challenger
The
Bloodred ParalixOwner:
TorrieAge: 15 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: March 9th, 2009
Adopted: 11 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 18th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 297
- Strength: 697
- Defense: 485
- Speed: 373
- Health: 684
- HP: 659/684
- Intelligence: 461
- Books Read: 323
- Food Eaten: 105
- Job: Hotel Chain Owner
He runs his tongue over familiar lips, feeling the coppery tang of dried blood. Two days old at best. Had it been that long?
They did not call him much anymore, though not for lack of blood lust. If anything, that was the sole force pushing him forward and prolonging his life. But the paralix had lost much of his luster that once drew crowds; his movements slower, his growl softer. Going blind had bolstered his favor for a small time, before that too became another banner of his age.
The cold of the cave did little to ease the arthritis that had crept into his joints some years ago, and the stones numbed the flesh they touched. It was worse in the winter. Regardless, when the warden made his rounds, scribbling down notes of important matters, the paralix rose without complaint and made a point to approach the door with a menacing growl. If it was a newer hire, one who had spent their youth watching the beast rip limbs from each opposition, they often quickened their pace like a mouse scurrying away from the prying eye of a hawk. The older generation took little notice, as the growl was as routine as the list they carried, though out of respect the matter was rarely discussed.
A sound, metal on stone, causes him to raise his head and to point his good ear towards what was most likely the large metal bars at the mouth of his home sliding open, and then shut. They had not come for him as he had hoped, and he pinned his right ear to his head in annoyance. Instead they had left his meal, the remains of an older fighter, like himself, that could not muster the energy to best his opponent. The irony was not lost on the paralix as he buried his snout in the now cold flesh, for it could have just as easily been him in a belly. But, it was not and the paralix needed to eat..in case they called him tomorrow.
Character Stats:
Older fighter, sort of like a gladiator or the beast the gladiator faces. Lives in a cave. Is almost completely blind and missing his right ear..
They did not call him much anymore, though not for lack of blood lust. If anything, that was the sole force pushing him forward and prolonging his life. But the paralix had lost much of his luster that once drew crowds; his movements slower, his growl softer. Going blind had bolstered his favor for a small time, before that too became another banner of his age.
The cold of the cave did little to ease the arthritis that had crept into his joints some years ago, and the stones numbed the flesh they touched. It was worse in the winter. Regardless, when the warden made his rounds, scribbling down notes of important matters, the paralix rose without complaint and made a point to approach the door with a menacing growl. If it was a newer hire, one who had spent their youth watching the beast rip limbs from each opposition, they often quickened their pace like a mouse scurrying away from the prying eye of a hawk. The older generation took little notice, as the growl was as routine as the list they carried, though out of respect the matter was rarely discussed.
A sound, metal on stone, causes him to raise his head and to point his good ear towards what was most likely the large metal bars at the mouth of his home sliding open, and then shut. They had not come for him as he had hoped, and he pinned his right ear to his head in annoyance. Instead they had left his meal, the remains of an older fighter, like himself, that could not muster the energy to best his opponent. The irony was not lost on the paralix as he buried his snout in the now cold flesh, for it could have just as easily been him in a belly. But, it was not and the paralix needed to eat..in case they called him tomorrow.
Character Stats:
Older fighter, sort of like a gladiator or the beast the gladiator faces. Lives in a cave. Is almost completely blind and missing his right ear..
Pet Treasure
Skull
Unearthed Bones
Stolen Rotten Arm
Questionable Meat
Bone Soup
Gnawed Thigh Bone
Lost Man
Thats Death Approaching Sticker
Bone Club
Gnawed Thigh Bone
Sad Left Leg Scar Doll
Sad Left Leg Scar Doll
Sad Right Chest Scar Doll
Sad Left Chest Scar Doll
Sad Right Arm Scar Doll
Dead Person
Blind Jellied Eyeball
Blind Jellied Eyeball
Dried Blood Flakes
Cave Moss