Fear
Fear Takes It's Toll
Pet Name: Fear
Owner: Whitefoxfire
Theme / Type: Terror Mericai
Disease(s): Heart Sick, Bites: 8
Love Sick, Bites: 10
MisticPal Name: Victim
MisticPal Age: 5341 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Speed: 4
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 2
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Handwritten Horror Stories
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 2/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Cactus Drink
2. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
2. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
Too Much Fear Can Be Deadly
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"Congratulations...
You are still alive...
Most people are so ungrateful to be alive...
But not you...
Not anymore... "
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Full Name: doesn't have one
Name: Fear
Meaning:
-noun
1. a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
2. a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling
3. concern or anxiety; solicitude
4. reverential awe, esp. toward God.
5. that which causes a feeling of being afraid; that of which a person is afraid
Age:Unknown
Species: Human
Gender:Female
Appearance:
^updating*
Quad
Fur: Pitch Black
Eyes: Rose Red
Markings: Crimson
Mutations: Feathered Wings
Build: Lean
Height: 5' 6" at Shoulder
Weight: 679 lbs
Human
Hair: Wavy; Black
Eyes: Redish Brown
Complexion: Soft Healthy Pale
Markings: Black
Build: Average; Lean
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 179 lbs
Accessories:
Wooden Saddle
Flowers
Decorated Reigns
Other:
Cursed Carousel
Likes:
Death
Slumber
Silence
Company
Dislikes:
Being Unable to Move
Being Unable to Feel
Being Unable to do Anything
Fear
The Dark
Being Alone
Hobbies:
Modeling
Job:Carousel Horse
Hired: December 27, 2009 at 1:30 PM
Role Play Status:
Closed
Relationship Status:
Single~ Somewhat...afraid to love
Preference:
Straight- though, she clings to whoever is around
Personality:
.::[ Timid ]::..::[ Kind ]::.::[ Fearful ]::.::[ Tormented ]::.
Now, Fear may not seem like the above emotions on the outside, but inside, she is tormented constantly by a past she can't forget. Once a victim of a horrid trial of life and death, Fear knows the true definition of the phrase "Fearing for you life" and so she has issues with public places and often won't travel alone to any where. Before she was forced to endure immense torture, Fear was a "street model". Working the night shift day in and day out, she didn't hold herself with much pride in the first place. Working to feed herself and her minor addictions, she was the least likely to be one of "his" victims. Although what happened to her, isn't for sure, what is known is that it changed her. Besides making her paranoid of the dark and just about anything that could pose a threat to her. But When she's around people she trusts, she becomes her old self again; outgoing, clever, sweet, and loving.
Favorite Saying:
"It just goes to show you that anything that looks out of the ordinary is going to strike fear in people now."
Family:
-Deceased-
Acquaintances:
-none-
Theme Song:
-If ever lost, Please return to Whitefoxfire-
Please...Tell Me When It's Over...
| Clone says *the scientist didn't pay much attention to her or her reactions to things as he tossed the glittering rock up and down in his palm a few times before tilting his head at her question. Glancing over toward her, he held the rock still and lifted it to the light* This, darling, is pure diamond. Not really anything special in it's own right, but how I created it is! You see, I started with a piece of coal in this beaker along with several chemicals that I was mixing together in the attempt to simulate the passing of millions of years in time and create the perfect reaction to change the coal into the crystalized rock we know as diamond much faster. Not exactly alchemy, but very close, and if such a reaction can be extended to other elements and various substances, alchemy, with a touch of magic of course from abilities by the supernatural, may very well be possible through realistic science. *he flashed a wide grin before tossing the rock over toward her with a bored sort of shrug* You can have it if you want. I don't really have any use for it. *he have a small huff and walked over toward a drawer with varioius more instruments of chemistry, talking as he did so* What's your name anyway? I'm Clone. Or Damien. Or whatever you want to call me I guess. Don't really have an identity or name that sticks beyond something for people to yell in order to get my attention. |
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