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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.67 m
Wingspan
6.59 m
Weight
508.98 kg
Genetics
Coal
Iridescent
Iridescent
Navy
Shimmer
Shimmer
Sky
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Saving up for Accent: Astriferous Evening
Permanent Familiar: Elk
Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray. Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue; colors changing hue. Morning fields of amber grain. Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you, but still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry, starry night, you took your life, as lovers often do. But I could've told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, frame-less heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.. Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes, the silver thorn.. a bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
Permanent Familiar: Elk
Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray. Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue; colors changing hue. Morning fields of amber grain. Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you, but still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry, starry night, you took your life, as lovers often do. But I could've told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, frame-less heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.. Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes, the silver thorn.. a bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, and how you suffered for your sanity, and how you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
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