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Poor Erik
Legacy Name: Poor Erik


The Bloodred Montre
Owner: Idaho

Age: 8 years, 10 months, 4 weeks

Born: November 25th, 2011

Adopted: 8 years, 10 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: November 25th, 2011

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Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 11
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Have you ever heard about the monster of the Opera in Paris? Most people thinks he was a nightmarish evil, some thinks he was an innocent victim. Probably he was both, but still, very few understands his real tragedy. Do you want to know what it was? Do you really want to know? Are you not afraid to discover the truth? Then here you go... listen to his own words, and decide yourself..."Not a word, daroga, or I shall blow everything up. The honor rests with mademoiselle... Mademoiselle has not touched the scorpion, mademoiselle has not touched the grasshopper, but it is not too late to do the right thing. There, I open the caskets without a key, for I am a trap-door lover and I open and shut what I please and as I please. I open the little ebony caskets: mademoiselle, look at the little dears inside. Aren't they pretty? If you turn the grasshopper, mademoiselle, we shall all be blown up. There is enough gun-powder under our feet to blow up a whole quarter of Paris. If you turn the scorpion, mademoiselle, all that powder will be soaked and drowned. Mademoiselle, to celebrate our wedding, you shall make a very handsome present to a few hundred Parisians who are at this moment applauding a poor masterpiece of Meyerbeer's... you shall make them a present of their lives... For, with your own fair hands, you shall turn the scorpion... And merrily, merrily, we will be married!"

(...)

"I am going to die. Of love... daroga... I am dying... of love... That is how it is... loved her so! And I love her still... daroga... and I am dying of love for her, I... I tell you! If you knew how beautiful she was... when she let me kiss her... alive... It was the first... time, daroga, the first... time I ever kissed a woman... Yes, alive... I kissed her alive... and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!"

"Yes, daroga... I felt her tears flow on my forehead... on mine, mine! They were soft... they were sweet! They trickled under my mask... they mingled with my tears in my eyes... yes... they flowed between my lips... Listen, daroga, listen to what I did... I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away! And she did not die! She remained alive, weeping over me, with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!"

"Ah, I am not going to die yet... presently I shall... but let me cry! Listen, daroga... listen to this... While I was at her feet... I heard her say, 'Poor, unhappy Erik!'"


[Story: Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera]

Pet Treasure


Brass Grasshopper

Brass Scorpion

Relatively Simple Golden Wedding Ring

Black Ribbon Tied Rose

Formed White Leather Half Mask

Coiled Length of Catgut

Black Opera Cloak

Formed Black Leather Mask

Sheathed Skull-Hilted Sword

Incomprehensible Opera

Unorganized Sheets of Music

Grand Piano

Pet Friends