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StoryTeller
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Info
Level 1
Spiral Male
Hatchday
May 02, 2019 (1 month)
Stats Growth
Length
2.64M
Wingspan
2.54M
Weight
93.18KG
Genes
PrimaryCream Piebald
SecondaryWhite Basic
TertiaryMaroon Basic
Eye TypeIce Goat
Energy: 47 / 50
Apparel & Skins
Skin
Lineage
Parents
none
Offspring
none
Familiar
Information
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T A L E - K E E P E R
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Story Teller of the dark and dreary. Keeper of Lore.


T R A I T S
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Eerie, Patient, Haunting

T H E M E - S O N G
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This House is Haunted

L I K E S
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Quiet Nights

D I S L I K E S
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Light, The Morning Sun, The Darkened Nights

O F T E N - F O U N D
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Sitting quietly, waiting for you to come closer.

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B I O G R A P H Y


The air always seems heavy around this man, an eerie kind of sadness looms over him. There is a story he has yet to tell. One that would show he wasn't so different from the monsters and horror he speaks about. Perhaps after all these years of speaking such tales, the man has become one himself.



He sits alone in the dark waiting for you, his body frail and week, skeletal-like ribs poking out of his body like knives. His skin looks almost translucent, it seems far to pale to be healthy, like he hasn't seen the sun in years. When you shine a flashlight his way he simply smiles, says the light hurts his eyes nowadays so if you could point it in another direction he'd be grateful.

He is the storyteller, the soul being to carry on the tales of horror that others have lived and perhaps some that he himself has seen. He says it's a burden but if you'd like, you're free to sit down and hear a few. The night is young so a couple of tales wouldn't hurt, besides the man seems awfully lonely so you sit and listen.

His dark words echo through the night until it's almost dawn, such tales couldn't be real you tell yourself. A story is just a story. And yet just as the morning sun peaks along the treeline the strange man vanishes as if never there in the first place. No matter how hard you look you can't find him anywhere and you are left to wonder if the man you saw that night belonged in one of those horror stories after all...
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"Sit, I'm sure your tired legs will thank you for it. Tell me, do you like haunting stories?"

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A R T - G A L L E R Y

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