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Vandalise has a minion!
Lizzie the Spectrulizard
Lizzie the Spectrulizard
Vandalise
Legacy Name: Vandalise
The
Spectrum RuffieOwner:
IntricateAge: 14 years, 7 months, 2 days
Born: October 2nd, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 7 months, 2 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: October 2nd, 2009 (Legacy)
Pet Spotlight Winner
October 30th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 614
- Strength: 1,397
- Defense: 1,339
- Speed: 1,325
- Health: 1,363
- HP: 1,363/1,363
- Intelligence: 1,146
- Books Read: 1069
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Managing Editor
“Ever since she was little, Vandalise dreamed of making a name for herself.
She wanted to be known throughout Subeta as a fighter.
And she was dedicated to accomplishing her goal, too.
Every day, she would head for the training center.
Every day, she would work to improve her skills.
To become stronger. Sturdier. Faster.
Every day she would check her rank among Subeta's other pets.
Once or twice a week, instead of going to the training center, she would make her way to the battle coliseum, to see how much she had improved in battle.
At the end of every day, she would read.
This was her lifestyle, and she enjoyed it.
Until one day, when she was walking home from another day of training.
She was walking through a newly built part of town, and much of it was still under construction.
As she was walking by the new apartment complex, taking in all the sights, she heard someone from above shout, "Hey, look out!"
She looked up just in time to see the five or six huge paint cans hurtling straight for her.
She woke up in a hospital bed. She was bandaged up and she hurt all over.
She tried to recall how she had gotten there, and then she remembered. The paint.
She was worried. How hurt was she? Would she still be able to fight?
She called for her doctor, and when he arrived, she asked him.
"Well, some nerves were damaged, and the damage looks pretty permanent to us. We're not sure yet how much physical activity you will be able to do regularly, but fighting is most likely out of the question."
She was shocked. That was not at all what she wanted to hear.
Training and fighting were her life! What would she do with herself?
And really, how much damage could a few falling paint cans do, anyway?
When she got unbandaged, she realized that various parts of her fur were different colors.
Very bright, very vibrant colors. The paint.
She tried to scrub it off when she was finally released, but it wasn't working.
The paint had stained her coat. Permanently.
Vandalise was now having daily therapy sessions to get her nerves working properly again.
She was NOT about to let her goal be shattered by some paint.
She was determined to fight again.
And after a while, her therapy had paid off.
It was as if the accident had never happened, and she was back on her daily routine.
There was still one problem, however.
How would anyone at the battle coliseum take a cute, spectrum pet seriously in battle?
They wouldn't.
But wait... maybe this could be used to her advantage...”
thank youKRONOS for the amazing art.
profile by me.
back to subeta?
She wanted to be known throughout Subeta as a fighter.
And she was dedicated to accomplishing her goal, too.
Every day, she would head for the training center.
Every day, she would work to improve her skills.
To become stronger. Sturdier. Faster.
Every day she would check her rank among Subeta's other pets.
Once or twice a week, instead of going to the training center, she would make her way to the battle coliseum, to see how much she had improved in battle.
At the end of every day, she would read.
This was her lifestyle, and she enjoyed it.
Until one day, when she was walking home from another day of training.
She was walking through a newly built part of town, and much of it was still under construction.
As she was walking by the new apartment complex, taking in all the sights, she heard someone from above shout, "Hey, look out!"
She looked up just in time to see the five or six huge paint cans hurtling straight for her.
She woke up in a hospital bed. She was bandaged up and she hurt all over.
She tried to recall how she had gotten there, and then she remembered. The paint.
She was worried. How hurt was she? Would she still be able to fight?
She called for her doctor, and when he arrived, she asked him.
"Well, some nerves were damaged, and the damage looks pretty permanent to us. We're not sure yet how much physical activity you will be able to do regularly, but fighting is most likely out of the question."
She was shocked. That was not at all what she wanted to hear.
Training and fighting were her life! What would she do with herself?
And really, how much damage could a few falling paint cans do, anyway?
When she got unbandaged, she realized that various parts of her fur were different colors.
Very bright, very vibrant colors. The paint.
She tried to scrub it off when she was finally released, but it wasn't working.
The paint had stained her coat. Permanently.
Vandalise was now having daily therapy sessions to get her nerves working properly again.
She was NOT about to let her goal be shattered by some paint.
She was determined to fight again.
And after a while, her therapy had paid off.
It was as if the accident had never happened, and she was back on her daily routine.
There was still one problem, however.
How would anyone at the battle coliseum take a cute, spectrum pet seriously in battle?
They wouldn't.
But wait... maybe this could be used to her advantage...”
thank you
KRONOS for the amazing art.profile by me.