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Quint has a minion!

Woody the Bermbadu

Quint
Legacy Name: Quint

The Hydrus Telenine

Owner: Seer

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 19th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: December 19th, 2009

Statistics

• Level: 20
   
• Strength: 31
   
• Defense: 21
   
• Speed: 20
   
• Health: 20
   
• HP: 20/20
   
• Intelligence: 11
   
• Books Read: 6
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Inventory Tracker

A lump. A big, brown, lazy lump of wild fur... that's all anyone really thinks of me as when they get on up for a closer inspection. They see the white cowboy hat an' the charic--... charist--... cherecter--... er, that piece of straw that everyone thinks everyone from the south always has in their mouth... an' they think they've figured everything out about me. That I'm just a big dumb Telenine, with a lack of vocab, that looks like a deranged wolf. No one even looks past my giant teeth to see that I'm just smilin'. I'm just a country boy at heart, lost in a city jungle. I'm just...

Hell, I'm just pulling your leg. Not all of us old cowboys act like those blue country songs. We're not all that whimsical either. But I suppose you really did come here for a story, eh? My story. It hasn't all been butterflies and wide open ranges, I can tell you that, and I've sure had a much better time here among these new found friends than I ever did on my own.

My story follows much like anybody else's story, I suppose. I was born, I grew up, I had good times, I had bad. I sang my troubles away, occasionally with some heavy drinking, and I've never met a pretty girl I haven't fell for... and I've never yet met a pretty girl that I haven't eventually lost. I've slept under the open night sky more times than I can count. I like the kind of friendly folks you typically find at bars during happy hour. I like running through tall grain fields, and I like watching blazing sunsets... but most of all I like the enjoyment I get from the simple life I'm leading.

... That is, when I can find a minute to myself with all the crazy bats I live with. Actually, I get along best with the younger ones. But aside from the ones I just don't see eye to eye with, I cannot for the life of me figure out Otto. Nothing ever seems to cheer him up, not even my singing, and you can never go wrong with a good tenor and a nice acoustic guitar. I'll get to him one day though. He'll see.

God, he's gorgeous.