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Virnell has a minion!

Zev Wolfe the Twerster




Virnell
Legacy Name: Virnell


The Storm Telenine
Owner: Heaven_594

Age: 13 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: October 5th, 2010

Adopted: 7 years, 8 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: August 8th, 2016

Statistics


  • Level: 1,093
     
  • Strength: 22
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 2,732
     
  • Health: 15
     
  • HP: 15/15
     
  • Intelligence: 296
     
  • Books Read: 296
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed




Name: Virnell
Gender: Female
Age: Ageless
DOB: June 4th (Is the Feast of Our Lady Virnell)
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: FIRE
Height: Usually 5'4", but can change
Weight: Unknown
Body type: Willowy, slender

Occupation: Goddess
Persona: Kind, benevolent, a little scatterbrained
Love: Anything male
Romantic Interest: Azazeel
Orientation: Straight

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The young goddess paused, straining her ears. Hadn't she heard something? A BOOM, obviously loud but too far away to hear properly. Behind her, the fires hissed and crackled, and she shrugged it off. It was nothing. Just her imagination. Turning her attention to the window, she leaned out and inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious scent of the offerings burned on altars far below her, the smoke rising to reach her palace.

Virnell was still quite young, but she did possess a level of wisdom and responsibility required for her status as a goddess. She did truly care for her people, as small of an amount as they were. More and more were leaving every day. But for those who stayed, she sent good harvests and good luck, and carried those who died to Heaven.

The noise came again, a loud explosion, this time closer. Then, a jolt that shuddered her entire house. The fires licking up the walls were extinguished, plunging her into near-darkness. As she ran to the door, she trailed her fingers along the walls, and the fires flickered back to life. Anxiously she wrenched the door open and blinked. Nobody was there. She was about to tentatively poke her head through the opening when something fell from her roof and crashed into the threshold. Virnell shrieked and jumped back as the thing, a young man as she could now tell, groaned and struggled to his knees. He was in bad shape- covered in scratches, bruises, and burn marks (probably from her red-hot metal roof, Virnell deduced.). A pair of tattered wings dangled uselessly from his back, shedding white feathers onto her doorstep. There was a long, deep gash over his eye.

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