Crow
Pet Name: Crow
Owner: nine
Theme / Type: Terror Jinx
MisticPal Name: Huginn
MisticPal Age: 5060 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 30 / 30
Strength: 6
Defense: 8
Speed: 5
Intellect: 7
Misticpower: 7
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Books Read
Books Read: 2/373 [ View Books ]
1. Book about Sand
2. Scarab Desert Survival Handbook
2. Scarab Desert Survival Handbook
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 8/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Albino Pomme
2. - Cheran Pomme
3. - Northern Pomme
4. - Pommeaid
5. - Scarab Soup
6. - Sour Pomme
7. - Swamp Pomme
8. - Woodland Pomme
2. - Cheran Pomme
3. - Northern Pomme
4. - Pommeaid
5. - Scarab Soup
6. - Sour Pomme
7. - Swamp Pomme
8. - Woodland Pomme
[ - H I S T O R I A - ]
Given Name: Crow ; Age: N/A
[Talkative || Friendly || Tactless || Curious || Nerdy]
Job: Chronicler // Librarian
Skills: Observation
[Loves: History, Birds, Books]
[Dislikes: Water, Bookworms, Fire]
---
Black feathers, falling like ash,
Ink on the pages of a book,
The Radiant World.
---
Death, birth, rebirth - look around you. It's happening. Every second that passes, a story is coming to a close, and a new story is unfolding.
I am a chronicler - I watch and record these infinite possibilities. I am the crow, the historian, the eyes that watch the universe.
Let me tell you about a place. It doesn't really have a name, but let's call it "The Ring" for now. Like a circle, it has no end, and no beginning. It's just there. It has always been there, and it will always be there. This is where The Ring becomes a bit more confusing, so just bear with me. The Ring takes the form of a tower. It stretches below and above indefinitely. It has no end, and it has no beginning. The world you live in right now is but one floor of this giant pandimensional tower. It's odd, I know, but it is what it is.
Everything in this universe is a product of something else. Everything that is capable of having an imagination is, in their own rights, a god. In their dreams and nightmares, in the stories they tell every day, worlds are born. These worlds may seem like daydreams or musings to the creator, but they take a life of their own in The Ring. From that small bit of imagination, a world will form and grow, like a tree from an acorn.
It is the job of me and my sister, Raven, to watch over these worlds. Yes, there are many. It's a hard job, but it's wonderful. Every world is beautiful in its own right.
There is one thing I love though - wars. Conflict is fascinating! Throughout the millions-- no, perhaps billions, trillions... I can't even tell you how many worlds I've observed, it's always the same. Wars break out over the same reasons. It doesn't matter how technologically advanced a civilization is, what their race is, what their species are, it's always the same. It's utterly astounding. I know it's morbid, but I can't help myself. I want to see more. I wonder, who created the world? Where did it come from? Why does conflict exist?
I am the eyes of the world. I watch, because that's my job. I've seen more than you can ever imagine. The ugliness of the word, the cruelty, the tragedy... but I still firmly believe that the world is beautiful.
---
Arts
Headshot by me
...
Revelry
|