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sᴄᴇɴᴛ: sᴀʟᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ
ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ: ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ᴅᴀᴇ ᴋɪᴍ

ᴀɢᴇ: ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: ᴍᴀʟᴇ
sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

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Kᴀɪ ( ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ) ɪs ᴀs ᴅᴇᴇᴘ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ.
ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ sʜʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴʏ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ
ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅs ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ
ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs. ʜᴇ's ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ
ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟs ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛs
ɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜɪs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ
sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ
Kᴀɪ's ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ, ʜᴇ ɪs ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴏғᴛᴇɴ
ᴛɪᴍᴇs, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ɢᴏᴏᴅ sɪᴅᴇ,
ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ
ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ
ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

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"ɢᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀs
ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ sᴏɴ. ʙᴇ sᴀғᴇ."

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs,
ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ
ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ-- ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ᴏғ
ᴘᴏʟʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏɪsᴇ.

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴇxᴩʟᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴀɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ-- ʜᴇ'ᴅ sᴇᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ sᴄᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀʀᴇᴀs, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴩᴏᴩᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏʀ sɪᴍᴩʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ᴛʜɪs ᴀʀᴇᴀ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ. ᴄʟɪғғ sɪᴅᴇ ᴩʀᴏᴩᴇʀᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ; sᴏʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴜʙᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴄᴏᴍᴩʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ-- ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛʟᴇss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ's ᴏᴡɴ. ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀɴɪᴩᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ, ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ.

ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴᴛᴏ sʜᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴜʀғᴇʀ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴏ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴘs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜɴɴᴇʟs ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴡs ᴏғғ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀʟʏ ɴᴀsᴛʏ ᴍɪsᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, Kᴀɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪғғ sɪᴅᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs sʏsᴛᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɪʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡᴀs ᴜᴘ? ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ, sʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴀʟᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴅʀɪғᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏғɪsʜ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇᴅ Kᴀɪ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ.

ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ sᴡɪғᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ, Kᴀɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. Kᴀɪ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏғɪsʜ Oʜᴀɴᴀ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴢʏ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴡᴀs Kᴀɪ's ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, Oʜᴀɴᴀ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴡɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪғғ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ. Kᴀɪ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ғᴇᴀʀғᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ's ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴜɴɴᴇʟ.

Kᴀɪ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ Oʜᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜɴɴᴇʟ.

ɪᴛ ʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪғғs-- ᴀ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟʏ. ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ. Kᴀɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ɴᴏʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ɴᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴀɪᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴏᴡsɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴅ Kᴀɪ's ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ sᴘɪᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟ ɴᴏ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪᴋɪɴɢ, ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄʟᴜᴇ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ.

Kᴀɪ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ-- ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ's ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ Kᴀɪ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ Kᴀɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ. ʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ, sʜᴜғғʟɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ sɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪsᴘ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴜʀʀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ - ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢɪɢɢʟɪɴɢ.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ's ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ ᴀ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Kᴀɪ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜsᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs-- Kᴀɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴀʀᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴜᴇʟᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅɴᴇss.

Kᴀɪ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ's ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ɢʀɪᴘ, ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ Kᴀɪ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇᴇʀ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ sᴄᴀʀғ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ, sʜᴇ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ's ɴᴇᴄᴋ, ᴘᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ "ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ" ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴘɪᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

Kᴀɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ-- ʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ.

ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇs ʜɪs ᴅᴀʏs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴇ. sᴜʀғɪɴɢ; ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs. ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀʀᴇᴀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀʏ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀʏs ᴏғ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ʟᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟᴍ.

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ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ Oʜᴀɴᴀ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏғɪsʜ ʜᴀs sʜᴏᴡɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. Oʜᴀɴᴀ ɪs Kᴀɪ's ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ-- ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀᴀʟʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ Kᴀɪ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢʀᴀsᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏ's ɴᴇᴇᴅs. ʜᴇ ᴘᴀʏs ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏ's ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇʟʟʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ғʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴇ ɪғ Kᴀɪ ɪs ᴏɴ ʟᴀɴᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴍɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪғғs. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ Kᴀɪ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, Oʜᴀɴᴀ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇs. ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴜɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Vɪsᴄᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ Kᴀɪ ᴛʀᴜsᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ.

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ɴᴀɪᴠᴇ
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ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ
ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ
sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜs
ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ
sᴇʟғʟᴇss
ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜs
ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ
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ᴘᴏʟʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴄʀᴜᴇʟᴛʏ
ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅs
ʜɪɢʜ sᴛʀᴇss
ɪɴsᴇᴄᴛs
ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ
sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ
sᴇᴀғᴏᴏᴅ
sᴜɴsᴇᴛs
ʜɪs sᴄᴀʀғ
ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ
sᴜʀғɪɴɢ

coding help by kylo ren.
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Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Hᴜx.
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animal base: hawaiian bobtail squid?

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Username: CaesarHorse
Name: Lesqa (Les-ka)
Gender: Female
Personality: Loud and naive, not very aware of others' feelings or really anything about them.
Backstory: I lift my head to the wind, letting it rustle my scarf. The silence draws out as the wind dies like an exhale. I watch the horizon for signs of anything, but all I see is grass and trees, as far as the eye can see. I sigh, turning around, giving Liekn (Like-in) up for dead.

I hear a soft sound of paws on the ground and turn. A cloud of dust is rising on the horizon and Liekn is running towards me. I scream his name, running to him, paws flying, barely touching the ground. We embrace each other, laughing and talking unintelligibly. My brother, finally home. Home, home at last.
Why even do they have a jelly friend?: Her jelly, named Milo, reminds Lesqa of her brother, Liekn. Milo and Lesqa are inseparable!

[Razors]

(x.x Thank you so much for the break down of the design! <3)

Username: Razors
Name: Lottie
Gender: Female


::Personality::
Lottie is quite a character. Due to her mental condition, suffering constant delusions from schizophrenia, she may not seem all there, or crazy, which...she is. She does not know this, however, and would absolutely refuse to believe that what she sees is any less real than what anyone else sees. She will have good days and bad days, and these can go by moments as well. Lottie is typically quite a very happy individual, one that could not be happier living in the world which she now lives in. However, there are moments when her lovely world takes a dark turn. For all the angels, fairies, unicorns, and friends, she makes, there are always equally frightening Dragons, golems, snakes, monsters and enemies. She may completely overlook a real person or creature. If she does notice them, her reaction could be absolutely anything, even if the person had done little to provoke a response from her. She may end up wary just because someone looked at her, or ecstatic because someone waved at her. It is just about as random as everything else she does. She is rarely depressed, usually a more happy character than anything else. Not exactly social, again, she seems to be so content with her fantasy world that she has little to no time to focus on the real worlders. Due to Star, Lottie believes she is now the hero of her own story. She may often take on tasks, real or imaginary, that are out of her actual skill level or understanding. She may believe she has an unnatural amount of skill, or can speak a language she has no clue of, maybe that she knows how to preform a complex task that a normal person simply would not know. She will even preform the task as if she knew what she was doing, all the while doing it completely wrong....and claiming that this is the correct way to do it.


::Backstory::
Lottie has always been an odd ball, but during her younger years, she was adored for this fact. She has a mind that oozes creativity, a creativity that seeps into the world around her. Her young pack mates flocked to her side every chance they could, each one eager to see what Lottie could come up with that day for them all to do. Lottie was very generous, never wanting to be the hero in her stories, always making sure that everyone had roles that fit them properly and got a chance to take part in something during their play. Lottie was well loved by her friends, though as they grew older everything seemed to change. Hunting became a mandatory part of pack life, those who didn't hunt had to preform other tasks to earn their keep. Lottie never desired to move up in the ranks of the pack, content to stay where she was. She also did very little to participate in assisting the pack as a whole, either, though. As Lottie grew, her mind did as well, she learned from books, being unable to read, she relied on pictures, oftentimes stealing books from nearby homes so that she could have more 'fuel' for the fire that burned inside of her. Eventually, Lottie's lack of participation within the pack grew too much for everyone to simply ignore. Her parents were embarrassed of her, which hurt Lottie to a degree, though her pain soon turned to anger. None within this pack understood her, cared to join her, or even tolerated her. So why should she tolerate them?

Lottie chose to take her leave quite suddenly, before she was even two, her mother pleading with her to stay and simply help with the hunt or some other small task to earn her keep. Her father said nothing, not even acknowledging she was there and leaving. There were no friends who came to say farewell to her, for most didn't even know she was leaving. Through her early days Lottie had always secretly visited the human town that her packs forest border. This was where she typically stole her books from, but she also knew the place to be full of food items too. Lottie found life on her own a little complicated, she had never really participated in the hunt and didn't exactly know how to make a kill for herself, thus, the human town was the easiest path to take. Humans seemed to ignore her just as much as her pack mates had, but she did find a few willing to share their snacks. Human food was absolutely delicious! She felt she never could go back from the cooked and spiced food. Though when she was not hand fed by the humans she was scavenging and stealing from other places. During one of these raids she managed to get into a bad mixture of something she had never smelled or seen before. Humans mix some odd things together, and in the trash these things end up mixing with other things, creating, sometimes, a pretty dangerous potion.

It was most likely here that Lottie's mind blossomed to what it is now. The mixture of bad foods and chemicals led Lottie through the most elaborate hallucination of her life. She had always been creating worlds of her own, but never as real as what she experienced that night. She had gone on a journey through the streets of the human town, hunting down treasure, saving princess', fighting monsters, running from dragons...and gaining a party member...A little floating jellyfish she named Star. After her feast of hallucinogenic trash Lottie was never quite the same. The worlds of which she had once dreamed about visiting were now real. Perhaps she had always been on the edge and the toxic food had simply been the push her mind needed to completely be engulfed in her schizophrenic delusions...

Golems, Naga, werewolves, fairies, gypsies, flying fish, elephants...and more...are what Lottie deals with, now. Lottie has since left the human town and does not remain in one place for long, her spirit longing to explore more of her new world and see all that she can see. She seems to be quite pleased on her own, her line of what is real and what is not is almost non-existent, her mind believing that the things it sees are, in fact, reality. She lives her life almost exactly like a character inside a typical action adventure video game. Though she has only seen these things from a distance, apparently her brain understood a good portion of what it saw. She will constantly seek out treasure, place stats on items...and even attempt to sell them to others, insisting on a worth that may or may not even exist.

Lottie has come to expect bumps in the road and has almost perfected being a survivalist. Keeping with her a rather large pack that has anything and everything that one could ever need when exploring. She is very prepared, whether it be for a drink of water, a snack on the road, a blanket, matches or a lighter, rope, a knife, flashlights, compass, tarp, first aid kit...so on and so forth. Lottie can not read or write, but she keeps a journal regardless, instead of words, she draws the memories on the pages of her books. Sometimes making little comics, sometimes just drawing a single image. She records everything she experiences, both real, and not, in her journal and frequently shows it off or spends a moment personally enjoying these memories.

Why even do they have a jelly friend?: As stated, Lottie was always a creative viscet, but in her stories she was always a side character or someone equally unimportant, allowing her friends to gain the pleasure, and the spoils, of their questing. Perhaps her separation from her pack, the growing loneliness and lack of contact with those who could understand her had been all she needed. Add the mixture of toxins from the garbage and the sudden blossom of schizophrenia and you have Star! The little Jelly companion that acts like Lottie's guide, as well as her courage. Or perhaps the little devil on her shoulder...It is typically Star that leads Lottie into situations that she would never get into on her own. Stealing items, questing, hunting, starting random fires...it is most likely all for Star.


::Relationships::
((Pre-story notes. The descriptions seen below are from the viewpoint of a delusional mind. The characters personalities are not exactly like what is perceived by Lottie. I did not want to demonize my beloved characters or Ten's Noah, but this is simply how Lottie thinks/sees things, despite the fact that these three are typically really lovely/sweet characters. ))




The Nightmare.
(Danika)


The Nightmare Minions.
(Noah and Loa)

(Noah)


(Loa)


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At some point during her travels, Star had guided Lottie towards a distant forest in search of hidden treasures, from the moment Lottie entered the forest she knew something was different. The trees here were thicker than most forests, their branches high above twisting together to almost completely block out the sun. The further she went the darker it got, and being so afraid of the dark as she was, Lottie was ready to turn back. It was Star that kept her going, pointing out that such a place had to be hiding an immense stash of treasure or secrets somewhere. Secrets indeed....for as she continue she began to find little signs of life...or...the lack of. Skulls on pikes, bones hanging from branches, feathers on strings, it was an unnatural scene. Some form of monster or witch had to have residency here inside this forest...and it was only a matter of time before Lottie came across her and her terrible minions. Lottie found the three completely by accident, stumbling upon some odd ritual where the three were binding bones together and crafting unnatural figures from them. Necromancy? They were surely seeking to rise an undead army..and surely, Lottie had thought, the horrifying black horned viscet had to be the leader. Clearly female, she was set apart by the crooked horn atop her head. She was the stuff of nightmares, this Lottie knew. Lottie knew she couldn't take on three of them at once, so she attempted to get a better view of her surroundings in hope of finding some advantage over the three. What she found, though, was a human village at the other end of the forest, having emerged upon a small cliff that look down over the village. Lottie knew, then, what these three were doing. They were going to flood this human village with their evil bone creations...they would kill everyone and then make them into their undead slaves! Lottie could not allow this to happen...but she was afraid. After much consultation with Star, the little jelly pumped Lottie up, boosting her confidence and letting her know that this was the moment all heroes are made of. She could save this entire village...
And so she tried...

Lottie had found the three again and with much effort, attempted to kill the Nightmare, only to have her plan foiled by the orange minion. The green one had set on her viciously, wounding her, only a stroke of luck allowing her to escape with her life. Lottie ran out of the forest and hid in the tall grass outside of the forest. There she tended her wounds until the three suddenly appear, clearly having found her once more! The three were distracted, talking among themselves. The two minions were promising that no harm would come to the dark one, the Nightmare. She had to prove them wrong...she had to destroy this dark female and her minions. Yet again she did her best to approach them stealthily, successfully approaching the group without notice. Yet again she went straight for the female, this time the green one knocking her clean out of the air and choking her until she blacked out, the last thing she heard being the dark one to spare her....

Lottie was tortured for weeks from that point on. Left with limbs bound, she could not escape the plains. Refusing to partake in anything the three attempt to give her, she only managed to not dehydrate thanks to a brief period of rain. In the end Lottie was close to starving to death, having given the three little to nothing aside from letting them know exactly what they were. They could not fool her with their false attempts to feed her or give her water. She knew these three were attempting to poison her or place her under a spell. She knew what they were doing with those bones...She knew all about their plan to kill the humans and turn them into undead minions...she knew everything...and she let them know that their evil plan would not succeed...If she didn't kill them, someone else would, she lied, but she told them that there was an entire guild seeking their death.

Lottie had apparently made the green one angry, for he had wanted to hurt her, it was only the command of the Nightmare that stop him. The three vanish, leaving Lottie for four more days before they came back. They had more food with them, this time Lottie did not have a chance to refuse. The Green and Black viscets held her down, the green one prying open Lotties mouth while the orange one shove his paw down her throat, forcing her to consume something sweet tasting....Apple pie. Lottie attempted to throw up, but that didn't work, the three left and return several more times to force the food on her again in the same method.

Lottie was not sure what they were doing, but she knew things were changing. Lottie became confused and the world became dull, less...vivid. They somehow took Star from her, her little jelly vanishing, simply gone. Confusion vanish after a while and Lottie felt odd, less paranoid, but also her mind felt less active. She could focus on real life things, things she hadn't thought about in a long time. She was able to hold a real conversation with the three, who soon unbound her and allow her to stretch herself out. Lottie took note of their kindness and even apologize to the black female for the misunderstanding. She really wasn't sure what she had been doing or even why she had thought Danika had been evil. It was strange...for the first time in a while Lottie thought about hunting, how she needed to feed. The kind Orange male, Noah, kept making her the pie, letting her know that it was important for her to eat it so she could properly focus.

For a short while Lottie did this, finding the three rather enjoyable company, though it was an absence of Noah and his pie for several days that caused Star to reappear. He was the first, just a whisper in her ear, something that woke her up in the middle of the night, shouting to her about several things. What was she doing!? She was being manipulated! These viscets were using her! Don't eat the pie! She was being poisoned! Noah return finally, apologizing profusely about not being their. He had needed to do something at his home. Lottie took the pie and thanked him, promising to eat it as she retire to a portion of the forest that she slept in. Lottie buried the pie each time it was given to her, Star fully returning and scolding her for being so stupid. Star and Lottie came up with a plan....keep pretending to be their friend until the moment was right....

That moment came soon enough, Lottie left alone with Nightmare to pick berries. With knife in hand Lottie watch Danika as she pick her own berries...Lottie had never killed anyone before...only small prey for food purposes. As she watch Danika she became nervous, her eyes filled with tears. She knew what she had to do, though, Star told her that much. In the end, Lottie attacked Danika, stabbing her in the back and running, leaving her for dead. She had stabbed her...she had killed Nightmare. The minions would hunt her down, but she would stab and kill them too. She had to...She had to save those people.

Lottie escape the forest, lingering outside of it for a long while before she caught sight of the three of them....The Nightmare was still alive! Clearly wounded, but still alive! Lottie didn't know how! She had stabbed her! Blood had been on her paws! It was the orange one...He was some sort of healer. He had to be....he had cursed and poisoned Lottie and healed Danika...That green one...he was the warrior, she knew that much. He was strong, he was fast...she couldn't believe it!

Lottie stay where she was, this time. She wouldn't rush into anything else, they would expect her this time...She would bide her time. Sooner or later she would catch the Wicked Nightmare alone and off guard. She knew more about these three, now...she knew where they slept and what they did. She would bide her time...Sooner or later she would win.










***Extra points of interest***

Lottie suffers from schizophrenia as well as a grandiose delusional disorder*.
(Grandiose: A person with this type of delusional disorder has an over-inflated sense of worth, power, knowledge, or identity. The person might believe he or she has a great talent or has made an important discovery.)
Lottie is afraid of the dark.
Lottie is even more afraid of tight or closed of spaces.
(Only with great coaxing did Star get her into the cave below.)
Lottie adds stats to any items she 'equips'.
Lottie does not like cats....



Her scarf was a quest reward. (She stole it....)
It's stats are
+5 Charisma
+10 Beauty
(Art by me (Razors))


(Art by me (Razors))

Lottie: "A-Are you sure this is the right way...?"
Star: "Yeah! Totally! Haven't you ever heard...If you encounter enemies you must be going the right way?!"
Lottie: "E...Enemies...?"
~Hissssssssss~~~~

((((If I do not win, all my art goes to the winner. <33))))

[jaques]

Username:
Ymir

Name:
Aurelia Santos

Gender:
Female

Personality:
A first glance anyone looking a Relia would see a beautiful and happy woman. And though this is true most of the times, she does have more internal struggles that bog her down. One her good days she can be upbeat, very smiley, and just a happy person ready to start her day. DIshing out compliments and greetings to everyone she passes. Sometimes she'll paint one of her paintings or write a little personal one-shot for her book, "Slowing Down," which is full of said stories. However, there are other days when she falls to her knees in front of her internal problems and becomes pessimistic, depressed, and introverted. In these times she likes to mope about and be alone, preferring no one's company but her own one and even then she does not like it.

Backstory:
Born in Minnesota and living with her father... etc wip

Why even do they have a jelly friend?:
For emotional/mental support wip

[grifforik]

Bumping this ends in 7 days on the 30th

[grifforik]

This is closed for Judging!

[grifforik]

The winner is Razor's!!! OMG I loved your story! And Lottie sounds like a very interesting character to say the least. It was well written and very capturing, you have a great writing style and incorporated the use of her little jelly friend so well that it was touching to read how she gained a little confidence with a new little friend on her long lonely journey.
Super congrats Razor's can't wait to hear more crazy stories for this girl!

If I could give out an RU I'd give it to general hux, I really liked your story and the images it brought forth! You did a really great job with your form and it was fun to read

[stormzien]

Congrats. Wish i could of gotten my second viscet. But congrats