Dishonor
Pet Information
Pet Name: Dishonor
Owner: Chandler
Theme / Type: Daydream Obsideon
Born: February 1, 2008
Collection: 4
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 8
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 3/1155 [ View Foods ]
1. - Orange Gummy Pommekins
2. - Pink Candy Corn
3. - Psychedelic Milkshake
2. - Pink Candy Corn
3. - Psychedelic Milkshake
Going to Chandler~ <3
Don't worry Shy, I'll take good care of Dishonor....But you didn't even take an app. ;u; FINE. I'll just amaze you with an awesome profile.
-[Name: Aurora Matche
-[Alias: Ora
-[Age: 18
-[Gender: female
-[Hair|Eyes: very long, silver blonde| pale jade
-[SO: straight
-[Status: open
Thoughtful ;;Pacifist ;; Gullible
[A pretty young woman who's the daughter of the current prime minister of Ivald. She doesn't get politics, so tries very hard to stay out of her father's world.]
**creator's note;
Ora is still a work in progress. I have a basic idea that I love, but the details are still being worked out. So is her story...this piece below is only a part of it. |D I haven't had a lot of time to write lately.
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People call this a Utopia? What an absurd idea.
Ora gazed out across the beautiful green landscape expanding from beneath her balcony, a cool breeze ruffling her hair and chilling her bare arms. Flowers, trees, and bushes were scattered about the property, all placed carefully in tactfully designed groups. Clean water was becoming a scarce commodity, so while owning grass in this day and age was considered a luxury, it was also thought to be a ludicrous waste of time, money and effort. Only the insanely rich would bother with something that extravagant; such was her father, it seemed.
She enjoyed a privileged life, and knew better than most exactly what it cost to sustain; thus, she tried to use its benefits as little as possible. However, this wouldn't change ways and traditions that were decades old for most. The rich lived in luxury, the poor in poverty.
And, while money could buy green grass, it couldn't buy the disturbingly absent sound of birds, crickets, and small animals. This was a world that was on its last leg, one with severely depleted ozone and few natural resources. How then, was this small section of such a world a green paradise? Science held the answer. Ora lived, more or less, in an air filtered, temperature controlled glass dome. In fact, the entire city did. Ground transport was abominably slow, but there was no air traffic here; local transportation dared not fly inside it, simple as that.
The world, civilization long since having deteriorated, was now divided into three separate territories, the last of which really not even qualifying as a territory. You had Ivald, her home, a place of grass and blue sky; it was the mixture of artificial and natural growth, a scientific Eden- the work of over a century's worth of arduous biological study.
The sweetened coffee on a table beside her steamed gently, the scent drifting on the perfectly affected wind; despite these comforts, she sat in a straight-backed chair, idly twisting a gold chain nervously between her lips. Her stomach was in knots. How did they expect her to relax with all that was happening?
TO BE CONTINUED
Don't worry Shy, I'll take good care of Dishonor....But you didn't even take an app. ;u; FINE. I'll just amaze you with an awesome profile.
-[Name: Aurora Matche
-[Alias: Ora
-[Age: 18
-[Gender: female
-[Hair|Eyes: very long, silver blonde| pale jade
-[SO: straight
-[Status: open
Thoughtful ;;Pacifist ;; Gullible
[A pretty young woman who's the daughter of the current prime minister of Ivald. She doesn't get politics, so tries very hard to stay out of her father's world.]
**creator's note;
Ora is still a work in progress. I have a basic idea that I love, but the details are still being worked out. So is her story...this piece below is only a part of it. |D I haven't had a lot of time to write lately.
-----
People call this a Utopia? What an absurd idea.
Ora gazed out across the beautiful green landscape expanding from beneath her balcony, a cool breeze ruffling her hair and chilling her bare arms. Flowers, trees, and bushes were scattered about the property, all placed carefully in tactfully designed groups. Clean water was becoming a scarce commodity, so while owning grass in this day and age was considered a luxury, it was also thought to be a ludicrous waste of time, money and effort. Only the insanely rich would bother with something that extravagant; such was her father, it seemed.
She enjoyed a privileged life, and knew better than most exactly what it cost to sustain; thus, she tried to use its benefits as little as possible. However, this wouldn't change ways and traditions that were decades old for most. The rich lived in luxury, the poor in poverty.
And, while money could buy green grass, it couldn't buy the disturbingly absent sound of birds, crickets, and small animals. This was a world that was on its last leg, one with severely depleted ozone and few natural resources. How then, was this small section of such a world a green paradise? Science held the answer. Ora lived, more or less, in an air filtered, temperature controlled glass dome. In fact, the entire city did. Ground transport was abominably slow, but there was no air traffic here; local transportation dared not fly inside it, simple as that.
The world, civilization long since having deteriorated, was now divided into three separate territories, the last of which really not even qualifying as a territory. You had Ivald, her home, a place of grass and blue sky; it was the mixture of artificial and natural growth, a scientific Eden- the work of over a century's worth of arduous biological study.
The sweetened coffee on a table beside her steamed gently, the scent drifting on the perfectly affected wind; despite these comforts, she sat in a straight-backed chair, idly twisting a gold chain nervously between her lips. Her stomach was in knots. How did they expect her to relax with all that was happening?
TO BE CONTINUED
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