Arya
Pet Name: Arya
Owner: Rose
Theme / Type: Nightmare Anya
MisticPal Name: Uriel Apolyon
MisticPal Age: 4279 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 12 / 12
Strength: 15
Defense: 0
Speed: 18
Intellect: 15
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 5/373 [ View Books ]
1. Deadly Lullabies
2. Inferno Terrain Stories
3. Scroll III
4. The Bat Curse
5. What Lurks in the Swamp
2. Inferno Terrain Stories
3. Scroll III
4. The Bat Curse
5. What Lurks in the Swamp
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 3/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Bat Pomme
2. - Circus Caramel Pomme
3. - Possessed Pomme
2. - Circus Caramel Pomme
3. - Possessed Pomme
{ blood and mind }
Adopted from the Pound on May 9th, 2012
Boxed 4:44AM on January 28th, 2013
Arya // 1. Named after Arya Stark from George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 2. Meaning noble, great, truthful
My character Arya's full name pays tribute to Arya and her direwolf from A Game of Thrones.
Name: Arya Nymeria
Age: 19
Status: Lanese Diviner
Personality: Selfless, perceptive, grim
Appearance: Raven coloured hair (long,
waist-length); copper skin; deep red eyes;
5'5" tall, lithe, and curvy; talon-like fingernails
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When the fate of your planet is thrust upon your shoulders at the age of eleven, every previously held concept of youth is shattered. The very verdict forces you to recognize the infinitesimal scale your life holds in comparison to that of your world... and from what I have experienced, causes you to give up everything for the sake for some mistaken inborn responsibility.
Selflessness, they say, is a virtue.
And so I embraced those broken letters and persuaded myself that family name, the continuation of my world, and the expectation of many were much more than any dream I could possibly conceive and pursue, any wretched hope that I had ever had.
There was a book in the Palace Library. Thickly-bound, something of the Old World. The Palace Library was a place like that... a museum of sorts even, for it held only books of the past. Books with spines and words printed in black ink. And even as a child, I was fascinated with the ancients. How their thoughts propelled their destinies and even shaped my present.
It was in those thoughts that I found my escape. An escape in chains.
Amidst arcane doodles and pictures of grotesque conjurations, a nameless witch spoke to me in the dead human language... English... and proved to be my saviour in a time of need. Even then, I wasn't sure it would work. It was the hope of a madwoman, derived from the weight of presumption, but I was willing and my determination was unwavering.
I made a blood sacrifice to a demon. Traded an eternity in perdition for access to the Sight. My soul was his for the taking, his to preside over... if only he... helped me keep up my ruse. Helped me protect my family name.
And as the blood dripped down my wrists, eating the ridged pink that was my flesh, I closed my eyes and felt the key that was my heart fall to the shadows. Wrenched away and gutted, I convulsed, choking on my own saliva. Cold fingers wrapped around mine, bony and foreign, folding them over and pushing them towards the hole in my chest, letting my blood stain my bones... my wooden will. My skin seared and broke, and the darkness took me under, spiraling.
"Arya..."
When I woke, he was caressing me. "Child," he said, "You have called me from my slumber to combine our souls. I will be your Sight in this world... 'til the day you die. Awaken."
*This pet belongs with Rose.
If anything should happen to her
please contact Rose to return her.*
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