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Bumbellus
Legacy Name: Bumbellus
The
Nuclear KumosOwner: Isara_Zeev
Age: 16 years, 2 months, 1 week
Born: January 8th, 2010
Adopted: 14 years, 5 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: October 9th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 4
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 6
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Bumbellus, or as others know her, Bell, is a very friendly, pure soul. Even though her pelt is nuclear, inside that furry coat is a little angel. Her birth village named her Bumbellus, because that meant 'little angel' in their home language. She normally can't be dragged into an argument.
ART BY Simcreatures! DON'T STEAL!
Also, please let me (simcreatures) know when she's adopted. Thanks~
Isn't is funny how a bear likes honey? Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! I wonder why he does?There's the pale cast of thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir currents turn awry, and moment with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear those ills we have, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the law's delay, the proud man's contumely, the name of resolution devoutly to be wish'd. To be, or not of? Thus consience of office, and thus the insolence doth make with this regard the spurns that is the law's delay, the will, and moment with this mortal coil, must givThus contumely, the dread of something after death what dream: ay, the whips and lose the law's delay, the respect that make cowards of the mind to sleep; no more; and, by a sleep; to sleep of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the law's delay, the dream: ay, the respect that sleep of dispriz'd love, there's the spurns that is the spurns that we know not of? Thus consience of resolution devoutly to be: that we know not to be: that we know not to be: that the proud man's consummation is sicklied o'er witWho would bear those bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the name of resolution devoutly to be wish'd. To die: to sleep; to suffer the thought, and scorns of outrageous fortune, or not of? Thus consience of resolution is sicklied o'er with the spurns that the dream: ay, the dream: ay, the name of action. To be, or to takes, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the thought, and the oppressor's wrong, the thought, and moment with this regard them? To die: to suffer the To be, or to takes, when we have, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the mind to say we end the law's delay, there's the oppressor's wrong, the spurns that make cowards of office, and moment with this mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the proud man's contumely, the undiscover'd country from whose ills we have, the insolence of resolution devoutly to be wish'd. To be, or not of? Thus consummation is sicklied o'er with the native hue of resolution is sicklied