Contrast
Pet Name: Contrast
Owner: Chandler
Theme / Type: Oceanic Braenon
Born: June 22, 2010
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 22 / 22
Strength: 16
Defense: 16
Speed: 16
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 16
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 9/1155 [ View Foods ]
1. - Aetra Pomme
2. - Albino Pommekin
3. - Cheran Pomme
4. - Creepy Orange
5. - Pomme Pomme
6. - Pomme Tree Nest
7. - Scarab Soup
8. - Strange Sack Lunch
9. - Swamp Pomme
2. - Albino Pommekin
3. - Cheran Pomme
4. - Creepy Orange
5. - Pomme Pomme
6. - Pomme Tree Nest
7. - Scarab Soup
8. - Strange Sack Lunch
9. - Swamp Pomme
noun 1; the quality or state of being different
verb 2; to be unlike; to not be the same
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Thanks PapaBear for letting me adopt this awesome guy. <3
Foxbb, thank ya for the PSC. x3 I totally owe you.
xxxlennexxx gifted me a brae poppet. :3
Renamed from "Crunch" on the day he arrived. More thanks to lenne. |D
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[A roughened, world-weary time traveler with a love of chewing tobacco.]
-[Name: Reed Farewell
-[Alias: Figs
-[Age: undetermined
-[Gender: male
-[Hair|Eyes: salt & pepper | coffee brown
-[SO: bi
-[Status: open
Cynical ;; Moody ;; Selfish
"You were using me?!"
Figs jerked away from the woman sharing his bed, a white-hot pain slashing through his chest. Her hand reached up to his shoulder, small and cold. The eyes that stared into his were filled with battling anguish and triumph. "I'm sorry. They had my brother. I never expected you to fall for the trap so completely..."
"Oh god above. I don't want your apologies, Mara. Just tell me, how much time do I have?"
"...They should already be here. I'd say you have a few minutes at most. Please Reed, I really am sorry..."
Something inside him had gone cold. This wasn't just one of his nightmares. It was really happening. He was marooned in time, the year 1778, and if he didn't act fast, he would be turned over to the English government as an asset in the war...He had been betrayed by the only woman to ever claim she loved him. Worse than that, he had seen the betrayal coming and done nothing.
His voice was very quiet, and held a dull, bitter note of regret when he spoke. "I'm sorry too."
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Give me skies of black and blue, the way you make me feel
Give me skies of green and red, cold winds that make it real
Storms are brewing deep within of hurt and loss and pride
It's good to see the world in pain when I take a walk outside
When it Rains x Eli Young Band
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