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Jackal

(#20633415)

Level 5 Skydancer

Familiar

Insubstantial Illusionist

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.5 m

Wingspan

4.67 m

Weight

931.26 kg

Genetics

Sand
Vipera

Goldenrod
Toxin

Blood
Underbelly

Hatchday

Jan 31, 2016
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 5 Skydancer

EXP: 1455 / 5545

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Libra
Hilde

Offspring

none

Biography

The Golden Eyed Devil
Toyhouse
Formal / Overconfident / Dedicated / Intelligent

I'll take you back to the beginning,
I was awoken to screams,
The day that I realized there was a devil in me,

Who gives a **** if I’m a sinner
Can see by the flames you know I’m like
A little conception inside

We started broken hearted,
Falling apart at the seams,
Don't blame me for your problems,
You should fix yourself before you're gonna fix me,

Stand back as your world decays,
I can't explain why you're fallin' apart,
You need to find someone else to blame,
For the hurt and the pain,

I'm not the reason that you're insane!

You're Insane- Escape the Fate

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"Hello, Puppet. Have you come from one of my shows? I expect nothing less, for only those who respect the art of magic are allowed in my presence. Real magic you say? Don't be such a fool. There is no real magic, only illusions, but your simple mind would not realize that. I suppose I can't blame you for thinking such a thing. Having come from one of my shows, it is only natural for you to believe what you saw was reality. Never mind that, though. You have come to hear my story? If that is it you will be greatly disappointed. Do you think I want to spend my precious time with you, when I have better things to do? If you can make it worth my while I may reconsider. I am sure you are wondering what I want. That can be answered with what I am after when doing shows. I don't perform for money, girls, or fame. I perform because I enjoy doing magic, and because I want to see the emotions on the faces of others. That is what I want from you-emotion. I see enough joy, happiness, and wonder. I want something more than that. I don't know what it is like to feel many things: sadness, trust, love. They are all interesting to see, but from you I want more. From you I want fear.."

Art by the wonderful Liger

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Relations

How pathetic. Did you really think I was going to try and hurt you? Don't flatter yourself. I am wasting enough time as it is speaking to you. I expect you to be quiet while I tell my story, but first, let me introduce you to some of the people you are about to hear about. Don't go around thinking they are important, though. Only the first holds any meaning to me.

Maria, my lovely coyote.

I do not know what she has done to me, but I am quite fond of her. Her taste, her touch, her smell. I believe it was her smell that I was first drawn to, the reason I could not say no and allowed her to touch me, something I have never allowed anyone to do before. She smells of coyote, and some part of me is drawn to that. I care for her in ways I never thought possible, although I will never love her. Love is something I know nothing about and will never understand. Even so, she is mine and is happy to be mine. I will even let her call me hers.

Seth, my former leader.

Oh how I despise this man, yet I am connected to him in some way. I should never have gotten involved with him, but nothing can be done about that now. He is too much of a leader, and even managed to get me to respect him in some sick way. Things are not like that anymore, though. I would kill him if it were not for him suffering more from living. A life of pain is what he deserves. He always was suspicious of me, so if only he had listened to himself and done something before it was too late.

Drustan, the Scottish...

I should probably not complete that sentence. I should despise this man more than I do Seth. He stabbed me in the back, quite literally. Yet, my hate for him is nothing more than a trickle compared to the man above. Perhaps this is due to the pain he went through. Yes, that must be it. Watching his downward spiral served as far better entertainment than I ever could have imagined.

Hello Little Birdie.

I have this boy wrapped around my fingers, or should I say that my fingers are wrapped around this little bird. The nickname of Mistake is fitting for little Spencer here. He made decisions that led him to not only get his friend killed but also to get involved with me. If I look at him a certain way, he shakes with fear. If I snap my fingers, he comes running. I don't care to see him much, but I do enjoy reminding him who he is in debt to.

Ricky, a friend

I was not going to list him, but he was important in my childhood, so perhaps it would be wrong to leave him out. He was everything I was not, yet somehow the polar opposite of our personalities worked well together. He may be the only person I will ever call a friend. I never even knew he died until years after his death. It is unfortunate, but the past cannot be turned back. What is done is done.

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They are not the only people that will be mentioned in my story, but they do, as much as I hate to admit, play important roles. Now that those introductions are out of the way, I suppose you want me to start from the beginning. There is not much to say. My mother is average at best and is not worth mentioning. My father is even less so, and if he were not already dead then I would have gone and ended him myself, but that is me getting ahead of myself.

Most people from my childhood are not noteworthy, but there is one that is deserving of the slightest bit of recognition. He hung around me a lot and, yes, I think I can even go as far as to call him my friend. Ricky was nothing like me, and he was younger, yet I could stand to be around him. I did not need his company, but I found myself liking it, if only to chase away the boredom. I even allowed him to help me practice magic, much to my father's dismay. . . . . .

Forgive me for going silent. How I hate my father. He was fine when he thought I was doing magic for fun, but after he learned I wanted to make a career out of it, he became none too happy. At first he tried to talk me out of it, but as I grew older and stayed set on my choice, he started to berate me. We began to avoid one another, him and I, but one day during those arguments that had become so rare, I became physical. He left me alone after that.

Moving back to Ricky, it was good while it was him and I. Too bad others had to get involved. It all started with a man named Seth. He was around my age, and Ricky practically worshiped him. Everyone did. I don't see what was so great about some rat from the streets. He had nothing to show for his life, yet everyone was so willing to obey him. Even me, if only to not cause trouble because I had no time for anything of the sorts. He had a way about him, though: the way he held himself when giving an order, his tone of voice, how he was always fair in everything he did. It all made me want to tear him limb from limb, yet I couldn't.

The second one to interfere was Drustan. It was clear to see how he and Seth felt about each other, yet I was the only one that was not blind to their affection for one another. It disgusts me to think about it. At least they were never meant to be.

Lastly, there was Callum, Drustan's younger brother. Seth and Drustan may have been quiet about their feelings, but Callum was more than willing to show how he felt. The amount of times I had to physically shove him away from me.. When the chance to ditch him came around, of course I took it. How was I suppose to know the kids that surrounded him would shoot him? Not that I cared. I was finally free of the brat. Drustan cared though. He practically raised the kid, and his brother's death was the beginning of his aforementioned downhill spiral.

The day Callum died was also the day my father kicked me out. I suppose now would be the time to say this was also my birthday. I was eighteen, and I was getting everything I wanted. I would not have stayed at that house any longer anyway. What I wanted could only be gained from leaving town, so that is what I did.

I made my way to Vegas, and it was there that Drustan came back into my life, I just had not realized it. A man approached me one day, offering me a show in Vegas if I only helped him out with something. I knew at the time it was not going to be a quick thing, but it would be faster than trying to work my way up from the streets to performing in the extravagant buildings I had my eyes on. I sold my soul to the devil.

The man's heavy Scottish accent should have heightened my caution, but I thought nothing of it and allowed him to experiment on me. Not much happened. My hair and eye color changed, but that was about it. A small price to pay when looking at the bigger picture. It wasn't until much later that I realized this man was Drustan's father, and my being there wasn't by accident.

As surprising as it may be, during my time at the facility, I was treated well. They studied me for awhile afterward, no doubt hoping I would display more traits from the jackal DNA they infused me with, but nothing of the sorts happened. Most people would think this is the reason for my nickname, but I had it before the experiments. If you care to know that story, I might be willing to tell you, but only after I finish my current tale.

I was asked to do one more thing, and I did so since I was allowed to leave the facility and was given as promised. This thing involved the other experiments. During this time Spencer became in debt to me, but those are stories for another time. I know I mentioned that the Little Birdie plays a role in my story, but he is not important enough for me to go into detail on right now. If you wish to hear about that part of my life, go talk to him. I am already growing bored of talking to you.

My life was good after that. I had all I wanted from life. How could it get any better or worse? Both happened.

Forgetting about Drustan was almost a mistake. I do not know how he did it, but one day after a performance, I found him in my home. I live in the hotel I perform at and always lock my door, yet he managed to get in with no one seeing him and not being caught on tape. The security system conveniently stopped working during this time. This incident almost ended up in my death, but after stabbing me once, he fled instead of checking to see if I was dead. I am very much alive, and I have been unable to locate him since.

The better came after that. I did not believe it to be possible, but I grew close to someone. My beautiful coyote, Maria. Since the moment I met her, it was hard to be apart, but soon enough, she came to live with me. She now performs with me, and I can't even begin to imagine life without her. I have a wonderful girl, the career I knew I would have, and more money than I know what to do with.

So you see, I have everything you can only ever dream of having. Life is grand, is it not?

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Art

Human

Moristian, Monono, DR45, nocterre (DA)
Hikumi, A Friend

Dragon

iDoodle2Draw, Ravenmoon, SunnyToxicBunny, SilverPhoenix
SilverPhoenix, skeletalecho (FV)

Other

Oreloki (FV), jesse0319 (FV), radicalhat (Aywas)

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