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Selvieai has a minion!

Memento the Infatuated Pet Rock

Memento the Infatuated Pet Rock
Selvieai
Legacy Name: Selvieai
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Owner: Zephyter0
Age: 16 years, 7 months, 1 day
Born: August 17th, 2009
Adopted: 16 years, 7 months, 1 day ago (Legacy)
Adopted: August 17th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 10
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 0
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 6
- Books Read: 6
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Name: Selvieai Orbit Josthlyn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Escalade
Residence: The space between planes
Personality: Impossible to shake from course. Determined, loving nature. Enjoys long conversation.
Height: 3' 5''
Hair: black and blue, long fur covers most of body
Eye color: green
Skin color: dark blue
Physique: lithe, powerful foundation
Occupation: none
Alignment: Chaotic good
Element: wind
History:
Selvieai was a carefree soul. Pure, unadulterated human spirit, even in the body of an escalade, the powers of which are not unknown to people like myself. She, in her reckless, frolicking ways, finally began to grasp how the world really worked, and her carefree nature took a backseat to responsibility, and caring for her child, who unfortunately was deceased soon after this decision was made at the hands of viscious mad priests under the name of the divine god of magic, Amedja Valentine. Seeking revenge, she set out on her dangerous and epic quest to defeat the cultist murderers of her child and husband, who unfortunately is no longer in her memory as to who he was.
She died a little the day her little boy Illuox was killed, and from there on out, she lost more and more of herself to rage and revenge, and as the blood toll rose from her personal war, she eventually couldn't take it anymore and attempted to fall on a blade.
She did not die. How could she, when her mission was not yet complete?
Watching from the shadows, an unknown companion, Rihkende was watching, and with the speed graced to her by nature and training, she intercepted my dear friend Selvieai on the way to the blade, tackling her out of the way, proposing a deal.
"We'll do this together."
She was brought before a clairvoyant known as Anamariss, who instructed her in the proper technique to fight a cult, such as fear, and faith shaking realities.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Escalade
Residence: The space between planes
Personality: Impossible to shake from course. Determined, loving nature. Enjoys long conversation.
Height: 3' 5''
Hair: black and blue, long fur covers most of body
Eye color: green
Skin color: dark blue
Physique: lithe, powerful foundation
Occupation: none
Alignment: Chaotic good
Element: wind
History:
Selvieai was a carefree soul. Pure, unadulterated human spirit, even in the body of an escalade, the powers of which are not unknown to people like myself. She, in her reckless, frolicking ways, finally began to grasp how the world really worked, and her carefree nature took a backseat to responsibility, and caring for her child, who unfortunately was deceased soon after this decision was made at the hands of viscious mad priests under the name of the divine god of magic, Amedja Valentine. Seeking revenge, she set out on her dangerous and epic quest to defeat the cultist murderers of her child and husband, who unfortunately is no longer in her memory as to who he was.
She died a little the day her little boy Illuox was killed, and from there on out, she lost more and more of herself to rage and revenge, and as the blood toll rose from her personal war, she eventually couldn't take it anymore and attempted to fall on a blade.
She did not die. How could she, when her mission was not yet complete?
Watching from the shadows, an unknown companion, Rihkende was watching, and with the speed graced to her by nature and training, she intercepted my dear friend Selvieai on the way to the blade, tackling her out of the way, proposing a deal.
"We'll do this together."
She was brought before a clairvoyant known as Anamariss, who instructed her in the proper technique to fight a cult, such as fear, and faith shaking realities.
Pet Treasure

Snail Shell Mug

Black Fingerless Gloves

Pink Atebus Locker



