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Polly has a minion!
Victoria the Black Frizzle Chicken
Victoria the Black Frizzle Chicken
Polly
Legacy Name: Polly
The Storm Kumos
Owner: Zel
Age: 14 years, 10 months, 1 week
Born: May 20th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 10 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: May 20th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 13
- Speed: 12
- Health: 11
- HP: 11/11
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
premade profile by Chen
POLLY LELAND, carefree half-vampire.
POLLY LELAND, cat burglar and bone-chewer.
POLLY LELAND, hunter of a thousand demons. Is his name Polly, like the parrot, or Poly, as in "many"? Either way, some things remain constant. He's a young man with too many big ideas, all-American schizophrenic, fairy, Martian wannabe, flower child. His eyes don't work very well - missing some of the necessary melanin, strange and pale and sickly. His night vision is terrible, and in bright light, he's almost as bad. Bright, vivid colors work best; perhaps that's why he dresses like he does, with tights and gloves of bright colors, fake flowers pinned in his bushy brown puff of hair. He's a force to be reckoned with and a strange creature indeed, and he has a strange "type" - creepy older guys who look like funeral directors, who haven't washed their hair since 1996, who don't like him one bit. If he likes you, he'll write you poetry and give you roses; if he doesn't, you'll know.
POLLY LELAND, cat burglar and bone-chewer.
POLLY LELAND, hunter of a thousand demons. Is his name Polly, like the parrot, or Poly, as in "many"? Either way, some things remain constant. He's a young man with too many big ideas, all-American schizophrenic, fairy, Martian wannabe, flower child. His eyes don't work very well - missing some of the necessary melanin, strange and pale and sickly. His night vision is terrible, and in bright light, he's almost as bad. Bright, vivid colors work best; perhaps that's why he dresses like he does, with tights and gloves of bright colors, fake flowers pinned in his bushy brown puff of hair. He's a force to be reckoned with and a strange creature indeed, and he has a strange "type" - creepy older guys who look like funeral directors, who haven't washed their hair since 1996, who don't like him one bit. If he likes you, he'll write you poetry and give you roses; if he doesn't, you'll know.
Pet Treasure
Sharing a Body
Earth Model
Midnight Monster Severed Hand
Greedisnaik
Fallen Stars
Snips
Snail Shell
Puppydog Tail
Tamed Fox
Bottled Star
Penginite
Sougara Yellowjack Bee Pin
Delicious Strawberry Cone
Build Your Own Spaceship
Dusk Gamepet
Rubber Duck
Tamagot
Fuchsia Water Balloon
Lime Water Balloon
Red Water Balloon
Turquoise Water Balloon