[manufactured]

Pruvians are very lean, athletic creatures that resemble felines.
They’re an average of 3 ft. at the shoulders, and possess near-human
intelligence. They originate from woodland areas, but have been
known to be tolerant of other species and don’t mind forming
friendships with them. They are docile and easy to befriend. These
creatures communicate with each other through magical energies,
but when speaking to another species they can mimic their languages
due to their intelligence and magical abilities. They are omnivores,
which means they eat both plants and meat. All pruvians have black
tongues, there is no exception to this.

this is a rare pruvian.
> gold jewelry
> orange and yellow jewels / magic
> bi-colored magic
> visible magic on adopt

Owner: boss.
Name: Heirophant
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding: Female
Link to owner's form: x
Date won: 09/09/17

[ultimate writer.]

"Hope rises like a Phoenix from the ashes of shattered dreams"

PHOENIX
a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle.


Username: ☆ ℐɇⓢⓢℯ ✮
Pruvian Name: Phoenix
Gender: Male
Personality: Phoenix is a strict , mysterious and prideful Pruvian. He seems always in a straight face, not rather move or talk to someone. Everyone thinks the chief's son is wild and tyrant. He will snatch away the freedom of everyone, but nobody knows, in inside he is very gentle, kind, warm-hearted and overprotective. He is always very serious with his leadership and work. He was never included in wars even when he wishes to. He feels left out and depressed. He always feels left out and nobody cared. He wants to feel accepted for his symptoms but nobody does. He is lonely
Basics:
Phoenix is 265 (21) years old. He has black eyes with golden pupil, he has magma markings on his body and fire magic. His parents are Radernie (dad) and Athena (mom). His brother is Rider, currently 389 (26) years old and married to Avilliana (23/287 years), a noble's daughter. Phoenix has power to control lava , fire and cool down the volcano, read minds , grow the temperature and cando telekinesis. While his brother can cause fire without touching or any extra movement. He was suspected that he is the ancestor of Bastet or Sekhmet. He was very prideful sometimes when he achieves something nobody can do. He was happy.......Everyone see that only. He is very good at reading, he loves history, classic Latin , eating Apples , etc.
He sort of hates mathematics, language , vegetables, unecessary chats, interruption during his work, too much talking, books etc.

History:
Phoenix was born at Europia, present day Romania. His parents are the chief justice of Europia. He was the younger child of his parents. His brother is Rider, he is 9 years older than him. When Phoenix was young , he didn't understand but later....He finally understood that he was less noticed than Rider, Because of his brother's politeness ,
Respective, kind gentleman etc. He can't stand Rider, he always felt left out and nobody came for him.....
14 decembrie (December in romanian).........Phoenix was found on a accident...He was sent for hospital. Miraculously, He was healed within 3-4 days, when usually a patient from accident takes 3 months or more. But somehow, when he woke up, he was having black eyes and golden pupils, magic surrounding him, but he didn't bother about it, he was the same. His old friends ran away and thought it's a plague. Since that day, he became the most miserable , sudden lack of emotions and cold-hearted.....
He never answers anything such, he rudely answers and all, but after a month, he sees his family becoming worried and he saw his mother crying for him, he felt that he was actually noticed and being cared... he was overwhelmed by happiness and came to his parents, it was his true smile....He was satisfied His parents loved him and realised their mistake.
But day by day....he became more rowdy and wild in his teenage days. Everyone started to think that when he becomes the chief justice, he will be a tyrant and snatch their freedom....
The Europia and Rodrie-Lizabetaun war came (Romania & Hungary-Austria war) he was willing to fight as he is good with combat.
But the head guards were afraid if he does silly mistakes in the war, So Phoenix wasn't chosen, which makes him upset and depressed, but he didn't shown it.....he became the most mysterious, sly and clever one nobody has ever seen.
This is Phoenix......The lost and miserable one......he wants to become the chief like his father.....he is currently 265 (21) years old...
HE WILL ARISE LIKE A PHOENIX

[holmes221B]

Username: holmes221B
Pruvian Name: Spiritfire
Gender: Female
Personality (50 words minimum):
Spiritfire is what you might call the mother of nature. The woodland creatures love her, and the plants respect her. She uses her magic to entertain the creatures or to help them complete a task. However, joyous as she may be, she grows very serious if the situation is significant, dire, or unexpected. Since she enjoys nature, the creatures, and plants, she tends to protect them from dangers and wrong-doers. The lights around Spiritfire are fairies of nature, and they appear when she is feeling happy. When Spiritfire is happy, it seems as if the entire forest lights up.
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Thank you!

[GrimmKitty]

♕Username♕
I'llBeTheMadHaTTer
♕Pruvian Name♕
Kingu
(Name meaning 'King')
♕Gender♕
male
♕Personality/history♕
Arrogant, sly and self-centered, is what you see when you only give him a glance. If you dare stay a while, and ignore his snarky comments meant to push you away, you might see Kingu in a different light. His cold gold eyes guarded with secrets and lies can soften into a warm haze and he may open up. All his life he was treated as royalty, his good looks getting him wherever he wanted to be, however, one warm summers day turned as cold as ice for him. His so-called friends had stolen all of his belongings and there was no way he could prove it was them! Apparently they had only been friends with him to gain access to his riches. He swore to himself then that he would never become close to any other Pruvian...ever. His laughter died in his raw throat and his easy smile turned into a scowl. He pushes everyone away, scared to be hurt again. He has slowly rebuilt his damaged riches but he regards it coldly, remembering the greed that once plagued the ones around him.

Brash and hot-headed he can sometimes go off on rants before realizing that it had nothing to do with his current conversation. Making decisions was never hard for him, but nowadays he second guesses everything, every little thought, every gesture, the choice of words, everything. He cares deeply for the creatures around him, even if he doesn't show it and would give up his life to protect them. He is pessimistic after the incident, seeing the dark clouds instead of the silver lining. He craves recognition among his fellow creatures and to be held by some one who love him for who he his, not what he has.

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[kiwi sauce]

user:: boss. | name:: heirophant | gender:: female

Hag. Witch. Wretch of the blackest womb… such queer
titles I have obtained for my service. My generous bene
factors do have such an odd way of expressing their gra
titude, though I’ve not mind to care for what words the
y use so long as they fulfill requests. But where are my
manners? Greetings, unfortunate friend of mine, I am
Heirophant, priestess of the old world and de facto healer
of that which is oft deemed incurable. Ha ha, why does
thou look at me so? Has mine reputation preceded me? Be
lieve that I will snatch you like a babe into the dark boughs
where I rest? Do not be a fool. Your conversation is more
valuable to me and thy meat too gamy; you have naught to
fear from me. Now, where does one begin to expound upon
one’s own self? I suppose I should first explain that thou is
right to be wary of how thy tongue wags when in my presen
ce, for I will twist thine words for my amusement. Far be it
from me to deny myself the pleasures of a simple game of
words – all the better when my verbal jousting is met with
clever rejoinders. Those who aren’t amenable to my jesting
will be bitten, figuratively (and literally if you do not smell
foul) speaking. Once my fun has been had or curiosities sated,
I am reasonably demure in temperament; rare, if ever, is there
a time where I harbor true malicious intent of my visitors. It is
my nature to serve, though I claim no allegiance ere the balance

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be upset. My knowledge of healing is vast enough that
many choose to embark on the most perilous of journey’s
to acquire aid for their sick and I don't turn such stalwart
desperation away. Although, I do not act for free. I am not
so charitable a creature to render work without due
payment, unconventional it may be. You see, I do enjoy
watching the world struggle, how those weary souls claw
for praise or purpose is quite entertaining if one can exc
use the fact that I put my ruder guests in mortal danger
from which their safety is not assured. Should they die it
is no fault of mine~ Tis often I am called merciless and
this depiction is hardly inaccurate but it does not capture
my pride. O how I loathe to admit how soon I can be led
by the nose by my own conceit. One such as myself, with
ever-growing intelligence of the archaic and medicinal
practices would surely not fall prey to their own self-indul
gence. Or so one would thing… Lamentations are what they
are, I am much the fool as well; clever scholars have conn
ed me out of valuable totems enshrined in my burrows,
knowledge haughtily granted or boons given unwittingly be
cause they have seen through my narcissism and in mine own
hedonistic haze, do not see their ploys. It rankles me to
admit mine own faults but there are there for exploitation,
much like any other weakness.

[manufactured]

im gonna end this tonight! <3

[manufactured]

user:: boss. | name:: heirophant | gender:: female

Hag. Witch. Wretch of the blackest womb… such queer
titles I have obtained for my service. My generous bene
factors do have such an odd way of expressing their gra
titude, though I’ve not mind to care for what words the
y use so long as they fulfill requests. But where are my
manners? Greetings, unfortunate friend of mine, I am
Heirophant, priestess of the old world and de facto healer
of that which is oft deemed incurable. Ha ha, why does
thou look at me so? Has mine reputation preceded me? Be
lieve that I will snatch you like a babe into the dark boughs
where I rest? Do not be a fool. Your conversation is more
valuable to me and thy meat too gamy; you have naught to
fear from me. Now, where does one begin to expound upon
one’s own self? I suppose I should first explain that thou is
right to be wary of how thy tongue wags when in my presen
ce, for I will twist thine words for my amusement. Far be it
from me to deny myself the pleasures of a simple game of
words – all the better when my verbal jousting is met with
clever rejoinders. Those who aren’t amenable to my jesting
will be bitten, figuratively (and literally if you do not smell
foul) speaking. Once my fun has been had or curiosities sated,
I am reasonably demure in temperament; rare, if ever, is there
a time where I harbor true malicious intent of my visitors. It is
my nature to serve, though I claim no allegiance ere the balance

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be upset. My knowledge of healing is vast enough that
many choose to embark on the most perilous of journey’s
to acquire aid for their sick and I don't turn such stalwart
desperation away. Although, I do not act for free. I am not
so charitable a creature to render work without due
payment, unconventional it may be. You see, I do enjoy
watching the world struggle, how those weary souls claw
for praise or purpose is quite entertaining if one can exc
use the fact that I put my ruder guests in mortal danger
from which their safety is not assured. Should they die it
is no fault of mine~ Tis often I am called merciless and
this depiction is hardly inaccurate but it does not capture
my pride. O how I loathe to admit how soon I can be led
by the nose by my own conceit. One such as myself, with
ever-growing intelligence of the archaic and medicinal
practices would surely not fall prey to their own self-indul
gence. Or so one would thing… Lamentations are what they
are, I am much the fool as well; clever scholars have conn
ed me out of valuable totems enshrined in my burrows,
knowledge haughtily granted or boons given unwittingly be
cause they have seen through my narcissism and in mine own
hedonistic haze, do not see their ploys. It rankles me to
admit mine own faults but there are there for exploitation,
much like any other weakness.

i absolutely love the personality you wrote for her, and the way you wrote it seriously impressed me!
congrats, she's yours <3

[kiwi sauce]

-squeals- this is awesome! she and thancred are going to be
'buddies' of a sort <3 I can't wait to draw art of them together.

[ultimate writer.]

-squeals- this is awesome! she and thancred are going to be
'buddies' of a sort <3 I can't wait to draw art of them together.

congratulations dear ^^!