Pet Name: Phear
Owner: STAR
Theme / Type: Wintercursed Obsideon
Born: March 16, 2009
Gender: Female
Collection: 8

MisticPal Name: Malin
MisticPal Age: 5141 Days

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Level: 3
Hit Points: 6 / 6
Strength: 4
Defense: 4
Speed: 4
Intellect: 6
Misticpower: 8

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

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Foods Eaten: 11/1155 [ View Foods ]

You're always bound to fall
There's nothing you can do
The weight of gravity begins
To pull you down again
So what are you to do now?
Stuck between the hope and doubt
You get so close to clarity
Makes you question everything

You're so far away
So far away from me
Is it starting to break
Underneath my feet
You're so far away
Am I just out of reach?

Out of Reach - Matthew Perryman Jones

Name | Phear Isabel Snowflake
Alias | Phear
Gender | Female
Age | 21 or so; keeps silent about her age
Orientation | Straight
Status | None
Occupation | Traveler
Family | None
Personality | Superior, Brisk, Generally friendly

Human Appearance: Wide liquid eyes; pale neon aquamarine in color. Peach toned skin, slight pock shaped scars dotted on her cheeks. Slight; briefly underdone build, long arms, short legs. Long, wavy silvery blue hair down to her mid thighs. She often braids shiny gray beaded strings in her hair. As for clothing - considering she lives in a rather cold area, she is often bundled up. Over thermal underwear, she wears light tan skin colored pants, decorated with ice and snow flake markings. She keeps warm in a matching coat, lined with faux fur and made of a more thick material; decorated with the same markings. For trekking through the snow, she has heavy colorless and bland snow boots.
Phear is quite the fan of make up and accessories. Every week or so, she temporarily tattoos snowflake markings on her cheek. She also lines her eyes with sparkly blue mascara and puts on navy blue lip gloss. She enjoys being odd when it comes to her fashion choices and matching her clothes with her winter surroundings.

Diary Entry #1: December 23rd:
Sorry for not spreading more Mistmas cheer with you, diary. But there has hardly been time for that. The few times I've briefly shared with you I've failed to mention my way of life, so here it is. My mother and father and I live upon a small glacier in the Diamond Glacier Domain. Yes - the land is uncharted and unexplored, but we've never yet seen any dangers we can't handle. We live in a rather cozy, if somewhat small, igloo. My father hunts for our food - and to find fur for the benefit of our clothing and warmth. My mother and I stay inside, mainly, but venture outside occasionally to collect all the different herbs and roots and berries we are able. It's a simple style of life, but it's peaceful, and it definitely shows us the difficult and raw images of life sometimes - winters without food --- you get it. I've lived here my whole life, and haven't yet caught a glimpse of what natural warmth from the sun feels like. You can say I'm some what cold-blooded. *eye roll* More about me, myself, now? Well - my name is Phear. Named for what my parent's felt when they were scared for my ability to live through my first winter here. Spelled with the "Ph" to add a more feminine touch, I suppose - haha. I lack what I am named for, though; I've never looked pure danger in the face, we're mainly bother-free here. My mom has tried to teach me to defend myself, but I can't do much more than claw pitifully at what ever is thrown at me. Well, if you haven't already guessed about the weather, one word to describe it? Cold. Breath-taking, cruel, frost filled cold. It almost never stops snowing here - whether it's flurries or a full blown blizzard, something's coming down. I've been raised to embrace the cold - and to be cautious of it as well. My mother says too many people have died from it - and I am not likely to forget that warning soon.

Diary Entry #2: December 25th:
Merry Mistmas! I thought it would be rude not to record that greeting, though it's the last thing on my mind at the moment. This morning, when my mother and I woke up, we sensed - and felt - a change in the air. It was very, very cold. Colder then usual. Looks like Queen Boreal has sent some cold winds here - probably aimed at something she doesn't like - and we have to experience the aftermath. I wonder who drained all the mistmas spirit out of her! My mother says we'll have to flee soon if this doesn't let up; maybe make our way to some tropical area - that wouldn't be bad. I cringe at the thought of leaving our safe little igloo, though, and even more at the thought of traveling in the cold with nothing more than thin furs on our back and no shelter to rest at and scarce food to find. Our furs aren't keeping us a bit warm, not to mention all we have left to call food are a few snarls of some root we don't know the slightest bit about. Father says a blizzard is coming soon and we should be prepared - it's certainly not something we're ready for now, though! I finally know what fear feels like - a sense of helpless dread. It's horrible! Well, diary, wish me luck - I'll need it.

Diary Entry #3: January 1st:
Finally - we are leaving. Well, we as in my mother and me. My father refuses to leave the place he has lived for 15 years - even if death will eventually tear him away from it. We have been barely scraping by these past few days - each night, we have said our final and heartbreaking good byes, unsure if we would live through the night. Food has been few , we ate up the last brief morsels we had last night. I'm nervous about leaving our home - and journeying on this hard quest. I hope I make it out alive - again, I'll need luck.

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