Favored
Affectionate - Quirky - Colorful
Pet Information
Pet Name: Favored
Owner: neverlasting
Theme / Type: Phantom Obsideon
Born: August 4, 2015
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
MisticPal Name: Captured
MisticPal Age: 3492 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 20
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 11
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/353 [ View Books ]
1. Book of Ice
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 8/1155 [ View Foods ]
1. - Blush Pomme
2. - Chocolate Pomme
3. - Draklaita Pomme
4. - Drink Me Potion
5. - Eat Me Cookie
6. - Jumboyo Pomme
7. - Krabapple Pomme
8. - Orange Chocolate Pomme
2. - Chocolate Pomme
3. - Draklaita Pomme
4. - Drink Me Potion
5. - Eat Me Cookie
6. - Jumboyo Pomme
7. - Krabapple Pomme
8. - Orange Chocolate Pomme
Catacombs
Taken from her home at a young age
She was raised by cultist who decided she was the Chosen One
She was considered a divine deity among them
She was, therefore, taught to heal the strong and not help the weak
Weakness, in her mind, was not taking control of one's own life
She, thus, developed a loathing for her own cult
On the day she planned to escape, however, was her sacrificial day
She was meant to be "reborn" as a Goddess among Men
However, after her death, she found herself trapped on Earth, waiting for the day that she would rise again
Spoiled beyond belief, but still unhappy
Favored never had a mother nor a father. She could hardly tell what those words meant outside of the warmth of hearing them. Instead, she was raised by countless high priests and nursemaids, designed to make her life as breezy as possible. However, the rotating door of faces and the sudden disappearances, added stress to her life. She, thus, looked towards the cultish leader as a more parental figure; though, she never knew his name.
'My Lord,' as he was called, taught Favored many valuable lessons. He taught her how to heal and cleanse her 'family.' He shared with her how to pick out the weak, and instructed how to dispose them quietly. He also trained her in her Earthly duties as well as her Spiritual ones. For, he said, she was their Goddess Reincarnate in flesh; and soon, she would be made whole again, in this world.
This was the story Favored accepted most of her life. However, as time passed, something began to feel missed. And one day, she woke up feeling weary of waiting. Her heart and soul ached. And she was overcame by a sense of first self-loathing and then hatred towards My Lord and all he stood for. So, she decided a plan to escape, to leave him and her past behind. But it was too late.
On that fated day, the moon was full and the planets aligned in perfect junction. Today would be known as the day of her Rebirth. Taken, from her room in the middle of the night, she was tied down onto the sacrificial altar - the altar that only the strong met their ending. And there, she was left to drain out every last drop of her life. For three days, she laid there wishing she could die and join the afterlife. However, that was never to be. When she awoke, she found herself neither alive nor dead, but a specter unable to phase through to the World of the Afterlife or take part in the Living. Now Favored is trapped forever in this wretched phantom state.
Description: Favored was once a simple looking Normal Obsideon. If anything, she was considered small. Even going into adulthood, those that did not know her often mistaken her to be quite younger than she was, and as a result, she never quite grew into her position. During her time alive, she was never seen in her skull mask, which did not help the perception of her age. The Leaders claimed that she was Ansidoria born in flesh, and wished not to taint the Goddess’ image with something so shameful. However, even if the cult had allowed it, she could not, for it was left behind with her family. Now, in the planes between this life and the next, Favored finds herself disgracefully wearing a mask to hit her face, unable to remove it. Her once slick black fur has turned an ashy white. And her eyes a ghoulish red. Even her mane has been stripped of color. She has quite literally become a ghost of her former self.
Personality: Favored has developed a rather prideful air about her. She always holds her head high and believes that it should be risen above others’ at all times, despite her tiny stature. Years of always getting what she wanted, but never what she needed has also left her with a bit of a temper. She will lash out when there is the slightest confusion between what she means and the result. Favored has also become a rather cold individual, as a result. While she contains a rather strong aptitude for healing, she will often refuse treatment, if she feels her patient is deemed worthless or cannot serve her later down the line.She will even in a life, if she becomes enraged with the weak, pitiful sounds of death. As a result, many have suffered gruesome deaths at her paw, with little comfortable met in the Afterlife. Her only saving grace is that she knows she can feel remorse. However, she can only grasp at straws to what that might feel like.
Strengths: Favored has a strong aptitude for healing. She has been known to heal the deepest wounds; sometimes even those that expose bones. However, it is worth noting, while her skill is impeccable, she can not do the impossible. As such, she has also developed a cool exterior. She is not afraid to be frank, which oddly enough, makes her endearing to her cult. Still, she is more of a loner, which gives her the piece of mind and solitude that is expected of a deity made into flesh. Favored is also optimistic, and strangely so. She may have a cynical and even sadistic exterior, but she always held the belief, in life and in death, everything she did was for a higher purpose. This mindset amongst makes her prideful, however. And perhaps she is, she often catches herself musing. But any pride she maintains, only makes her stronger, Favored argues.
Weaknesses: Favored's pride is as much as a weakness as it is a strength. She has difficulty ever admitting wrongdoing or harming anyone. It has been argued that she has never once uttered an apology to anyone, not even herself. Her loneliness and lack of communication, both willful and by isolation, has developed a rather awkward creature. She often finds herself scaring people when she attempts to soothe. Social norms elude her in many cases, and when she encounters something new, she is at a loss as to how to proceed. This often causes her to stumble and fall, until her behavior is corrected. And as a result, she is prone to violent outbursts when she believes anyone is potentially judging her.
Biography: Favored was born to a loving mother and a father. Or at least, she likes to pretend. At a young age, she was uprooted and was initiated into the Purity of Ansidoria, a cult dedicated to serving the Goddess Ansidoria. Favored was thus given her name in reflection of this. She was believed to be the Goddess herself made into mortal flesh, and the cult vowed to guide, protect, and serve her until it was time to rejoin the Celestials. As a result, Favored was raised by high priests and nursemaids. However, they rarely lasted long before they mysteriously vanished, which created instability in her life. Only one Obsideon, however, remained constant - 'My Lord' as he was expected to be called.
During this time, he taught her many things, such as healing magic and about the two divine sisters. He guided her in the greater purpose of her existence. And he conditioned her to be ruthless. Still, something was lacking in her life; something that she couldn't quite put a finger on. So she became resolved to leave the cult, and experience the world she had only been taught about. But as fate would have it, the long turn of events had already been set in motion. The night of her daring escape was the Night of Revival. She would go back to the heavens.
After three long days of ceremony, Favored, the Chosen one, finally slipped out of the world of the living. Still, she did not quite leave Mistica all together. She found herself stranded on the planet, unable to go towards the stars or join the afterlife. She was a phantom of her former self. No longer was she favored; only foresaken.
Short Story:
Breathe. Breathe, Favored, breathe. A soothing voice chimed in my head. My chest had felt heavy. Air had been sucked in, but not exhaled. My head was pounding. My body ached. I needed air. I forced it out like it said. It felt so good. To have the cool air flowing down my throat into my lungs... My whole body relaxed. It was heavenly, to breathe.
And then, all went rigid. My body tightened. My lungs contracted. Pain coarsed through my limbs. Breathe... Air left my body violently, mixing with a horrid pitch and agony. Oh! Pure, pure agony! Why did it hurt so much?
What were they doing now? I wondered. It had been so bad I had been ruthlessly flung on the table in such a manner. Whoever was being so rough would dearly pay when I was set free. Something caught my eye. What was that? A leather strap? Why was that around my wrist? Was that why I couldn't move? Was it the source of this wretched pain?
"It is for your own good, My Lady."
My protection? I wished to screech. How could it possibly be to protect me? But I could only pitifully whimper as the same bindings tightened around my ankles. Bale coated my mouth. Why was I being punished? What had I done that was so erroneously wrong. Had they...? Did they know? Breathe.
"It will all be over soon, My Lady," my tormentor assured, "And then you will be complete."
Those words meant nothing. How could they? How could I be assured that any good would come of it? It wasn't possible when there was so much pain. Where did all this pain come from? Who was the cause? And why?
These were the questions that plagued me as I laid tied to a slab. For three days I endured it all, until I could endure no more. I do not recall now any of the begging or screaming, though I was sure there must have been some. I cannot remember what exactly happened. Only true suffering, those horrid questions, and reminder to breathe.
Well I showed it. After three long, miserable days, I stopped. I gasped for my last breath, and went still. I slipped into the frozen abyss.
Only later did I learn about what had happened. Only later had I found out the circumstances. I had been taken into the catacombs, under the ceremonial chambers to prepare. Twas the night I was to be reborn. In a panic, I had ran. But I didn't get far. I had hurt myself. Broken limbs on stairs. Being carried up to the chamber.
They had tied me down so that I would not thrash. The ceiling had been opened to the heavens. The ceremony has begun. I was to reborn. But... but... something had gone horribly wrong.
What should've taken hours took days. My soul clung to my body. It refused to leave. Why would it? It wanted to live. It wished to survive.
Though, at last, it left that tattered vessel behind. After three days, it had made its piece. It, no we, could not stay. That body was broken - a hollow shell of us. We must find a new place to live.
But where? Well that is a very good question. Where can I go? Who would favor me?
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