Blasphemy
| Last Details | |
|---|---|
| Death Age | 6 years 0 months (Adult) |
| Sex | Male |
| Personality | Confident |
| Breeding Records | |
|---|---|
| Death Age in Rollovers | 144 |
| Pups Bred | 13 pups bred |
| Looks | |
|---|---|
| Base | Merged (0.04%) |
| Base Genetics | Special Medium * |
| Eyes | Moonshine |
| Skin | Black |
| Nose | Mud |
| Claws | Black |
| Mutation | None |
| Secondary Mutation | None |
| Carrier Status | Unknown |
| Variant | Sentinel |
| Markings | |
|---|---|
| Slot 1 | Yellow Patchy Unders (45%) |
| Slot 2 | Black Merle Patches (85%) |
| Slot 3 | White Dilution (25%) |
| Slot 4 | Dark Brown Merle Patches (15%) |
| Slot 5 | Black Merle Patches (50%) |
| Slot 6 | Losna Aurora (20%) |
| Slot 7 | Black Smudge Heavy (100%) |
| Slot 8 | Yellow Half Socks (43%) |
| Slot 9 | Yellow Inuit Unders (12%) |
| Slot 10 | Yellow Highlights (45%) |
| Birth Stats | ||
|---|---|---|
| Strength | Speed | Agility |
| 174 | 102 | 111 |
| Wisdom | Smarts | Total |
| 134 | 125 | 646 |
| Birth Information | |
|---|---|
| Moon | Unknown |
| Season | Unknown |
| Biome | Unknown |
Biography
Gosh... Plans
W/Dcor
Wayward Gods: Drystan
Akiva
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Blas grew up with a sister; Clover.
They were insperable. The best of friends... Until one day she was killed in an accident that he was nevitably blamed for. The fire in his coat got him in trouble a lot; while she was always seen as a soft and mellow child, despite having never hurt a fly, he always fell on the wayside.
With Clover being his best and only friend, he took her death more than "hard". He turned to a dark sense or magic, within a world that only held mystical dreams and souls-- and found, on his own, two souls older than time itself.
He told them of his sister, of how he needed to bring her home but how she had fallen behind in the means of life and he needed help to bring her back.
These two wayward souls; powerful beyond reason-- even escaping that... Didn't laugh at him. They looked at him, deeper than the eyes, to the very shred of soul he had left, and then nodded. "We will bring your sister home, if you will help us bring more people here, to meet us. Be they asleep or awake, this doesn't matter. Only that they are here-- body and soul."
Being a stupid kid, the boy nodded. He made a pact with two gods on the absulote brink of utter destruction-- to feed them souls, for the final release of one.
His sister.
But when the two finally gave her to him; her body was devoid of life. It lied there, motionless, empty, cold.
"Her soul still lingers, pup. We can give her to you but we cann't pluck her out of a life she already holds."
Infuriated the boy tried to retaliate against the gods, only harming himself in the process.
He cursed at them, that they would soon, too, know his wrath.
For what better power lied in the hearts of mortals, than that with the power to heal?
W/Dcor
Wayward Gods: Drystan
Akiva
--------------
Blas grew up with a sister; Clover.
They were insperable. The best of friends... Until one day she was killed in an accident that he was nevitably blamed for. The fire in his coat got him in trouble a lot; while she was always seen as a soft and mellow child, despite having never hurt a fly, he always fell on the wayside.
With Clover being his best and only friend, he took her death more than "hard". He turned to a dark sense or magic, within a world that only held mystical dreams and souls-- and found, on his own, two souls older than time itself.
He told them of his sister, of how he needed to bring her home but how she had fallen behind in the means of life and he needed help to bring her back.
These two wayward souls; powerful beyond reason-- even escaping that... Didn't laugh at him. They looked at him, deeper than the eyes, to the very shred of soul he had left, and then nodded. "We will bring your sister home, if you will help us bring more people here, to meet us. Be they asleep or awake, this doesn't matter. Only that they are here-- body and soul."
Being a stupid kid, the boy nodded. He made a pact with two gods on the absulote brink of utter destruction-- to feed them souls, for the final release of one.
His sister.
But when the two finally gave her to him; her body was devoid of life. It lied there, motionless, empty, cold.
"Her soul still lingers, pup. We can give her to you but we cann't pluck her out of a life she already holds."
Infuriated the boy tried to retaliate against the gods, only harming himself in the process.
He cursed at them, that they would soon, too, know his wrath.
For what better power lied in the hearts of mortals, than that with the power to heal?
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