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630 years ago I was young, beautiful, and carelessly foolish. At that point I was living in the haunted woods, using potions as experiments in which the side effects slowly killed my beauty. The experiments and strange ingredients I tested on myself made me age more quickly than I had anticipated. I would never make such a foolish mistake now, I was naive back then indeed. I thought I had all the time in the world and I used my beauty for evil--luring even the most loyal pet into buying a poison for revenge or to gain power. The world as I knew it was a wicked place. I was always getting customers who wanted potions for selfish reasons. Poisons, love potions, memory loss, and other wicked tonics became my specialty, and in only 80 years of practice I was able to make any potion you could think of. But by that time, I was growing old. And as I grew older I began to fear death. Yet, when my skills finally peaked, I was able to make potions that would not only let me live much, much longer, but also made me appear young. This is something that no other living soul could achieve.
And thus, I eventually overcame death too. Now, at 678 years old, I dwell in this dangerous forest, where I can find most all the ingredients I need for my potions. My home, a large, tall hollow tree, hides the smells of the potions and strange ingredients brewing within it. I do get customers coming in just wanting simple medicines and cures, and although I do those anyway, I find them mundane. I would be lying if I said I didn't love new customers coming in, wanting some dangerous and seemingly impossible new concoction. It's not exactly easy to find me, yet some will go to any length to get what they're after. I guess you could say I've technically played a big hand in murdering some important political figureheads... not that it bothers me.
It's true that I am old now, and though I am well known across Neopia, nobody knows my real age... and with my potions I've never felt younger. Although my eyesight is getting dull, I have an acute sense of smell and my razumi, Raahi, helps me gather most of the ingredients I need in this forest.
So... how I can make your greedy desires a reality?
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