Druxy
Charismatic - Clever - Impish
Pet Information
Pet Name: Druxy
Owner: Microbat
Theme / Type: Toxic Kohal
Born: December 23, 2015
Gender: Female
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Dirge
MisticPal Age: 2911 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 16 / 16
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 16
Intellect: 10
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
Dirge Lei Druxy. A name meaning a Hymn of Death from Within.
No one really knows exactly what she is.
Reminiscent of tales of old, she possesses the wit and cowardice of Rumplestiltskin as well as the love of form and theatrics shared with Captain Hook of childhood lore.
Able to peer into the depths of one's heart and reveal the darkness hidden even from one's self, she is a creature of whim, keeping self preservation in her best interests.
Using illusions and alteration of perspective, she could bend the world to her well if only she had the ambition for it. Rather, she sits back and waits for someone to ask something of her, drawing it out as long as possible for entertainment, generally never giving way unless something is given in return of special interest.
What exactly she wants at any given point is vague at best, and completely beside herself the majority of the time. However, her greatest weakness is her overwhelming passion for music. She seems able to pick up any instrument that requires even the most expansive musical finesse and play it flawlessly. She tends to obsess over anything that requires good form to perfect, especially both music and fencing.
She is as much a perfectionist as she is ambiguous, as even the closest thing to a friend she has will openly admit that caution is advised when in her presence, as well as a carefully planned choice of words.
You can never really guess what to expect of a troll.
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You wander about the empty darkness of this realm. Its all you have been doing for what feels like hours. You don't remember how you got here, nor do you care, as all you seem to desire at that moment is a way out. Paranoia set in long ago. You have denied it, but now it feels inescapable. The atmosphere itself is alien. You feel like you're being watched. It feels like nonexistent walls are closing in around you.
And then, barely an inch from your ear, a whimsical, almost mocking singsong voice betrays its master's position directly behind you.
"'Ello, Dearie~"
You would scream if you could, but your voice catches in your throat. Your body, acting almost of its own volition, whips around to face a strange creature floating in midair.
Emerald eyes meet your gaze, looking crazed and inhuman. Her dark hair is slick and pulled back, leaving one small and stubborn strand in her face, despite how neatly the remainder of her hair remained tied back. The gel in it accented its bright blue shine as it sways behind her by some unknown force.
A lace choker and pocket watch dangled down her neck and many rings adorned her hands. Ruffle and lace seemed to be the theme in her appearance, almost making you assume she was some sort of pirate, but the most obvious feature was her skin, which was scaly and crystalline, practically iridescent.
"Done staring, Dearie? After all, you are the strangest creature, not I!"
In an accent that, before, only midevil jesters could manage to pull off, she smiles at you with a sharp-toothed grin as you collect yourself.
"Do you even know where you are?" She takes a sitting position in midair, as if in a chair, and crosses her legs as she gestures to the area around you with her hands.
"What would your precious Kaida think of you?"
You tilt your head.
"Microbat." She rolls her eyes at you. "You haven't the slightest clue, have you?"
She drifts towards your face.
"You're in our mind, Dearie."
Your eyes widen in shock. 'I can't be--'
"But you are! Look around you! Every profile that was written, every name of every pet she created! You wanted to know more of them, did you not? What you fail to understand, is that these creatures are elements of the mind's eye. Pieces of a broken mental construct. Characters. Personalities. Its all we know, Mate."
She lands on the ground and walks towards you.
"She designed it this way, you know. Did you really think you would come here and return the same? The only way to manage that is to deny all that you see here, because upon reading this, you will wonder, 'Was any of this real? Could there be any truth?' My dear, once you have taken to that notion, the truth that we are all people with voices and thoughts of our own..."
She pauses and gleefully snickers at you.
"... That's when you begin to crack, Dearie~."
And yet you can't help but read on. And she knows. And she smiles at you.
"You know the difference between the intelligent and the wise, Dearie?"
She walks off while she speaks, slowly fading away.
"The intelligent take pride. They are curious-- no, tenacious in their search for knowledge!"
Giving one final turn back at you over her shoulder, only her torso is left now as she gives her final piece of advice.
"But the wise, they know when to stop. And that is your weakness, Dearie."
"You don't."
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