Drifted, Silent Myst
In Loving Memory...
ASK IF I'M FOR ADOPTION/TRADE AND I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY YOU ALIVE. I NEVER HAVE BEEN AND NEVER WILL BE. GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEADS.
Of Your Demise.

Name - Ice_Myst17
Alias - Myst
Age - Undead
Gender - Female
Colour - Mutant Lupe

Friends - None
Family - Deceased
Allies - Zib, Sevur

Rank - Sergent Major
Underlings - Mourgh, Zkyn, Sevur
Ranking Officers - Mort
Stars -


Welcome

Mournful.Gaze

Oh, hello guest. Welcome to my petpage. There isn't a lot to be found here just yet, but my owner is working on it. When this is complete you should know more about me and my... er... life. So to speak. I am undead, you see, and the leader of the Undead Armada. Perhaps you have heard of it? No? Well, then, I believe it is time for you to learn...




The Undead Armada


Each one of us personifies a different phobia; I am the personification of Chronophobia: Fear of Time. My associate, Sevur, is the fear of deformity: Dysmorphophobia. Zkyn is Coulrophobia, or fear of clowns. We are all undead, immortal through our own demise, and have joined not out of choice, but by fate.

We are here to provide safety and comfort to the undead pets of Neopia, a safe haven where they can be at ease with their fellow paranormals. I am the Armada's leader, responsible for ensuring our allies' safety and keeping fellow Armada members in line. Should they forget their place, it is my duty to remind them of just why they are here, and of just who they are supposed to be serving.






History

Morose.Meadow I was born on Mystery Island, into a small lupe pack on the outskirts of Geraptiku. Back then it was by no means lost, and my kind often traded with the locals for food and medicine. My parents were very supportive of me, and I adored them with every fiber of my then-young being.

Then, one calm summer's day, they attacked.

I still can't quite remember what happened; there was screaming, and I can vaguely recall someone shouting my name... then, nothing. I awoke mutated, changed beyond recognition from some strange potion. All around me lay the ruins of my home, the village completely destroyed by the foreign invaders. I wandered, helpless, until I stumbled across another mutant a long ways down the road.

His name was... something. I cannot recall exactly who he was, or even what he looked like; he took me in, trained me, taught me to be a fierce warrior. But he always remained in the shadows, never letting me see his face. Then one day I awoke to find him missing, his whole training arena gone; in its stead were merely dust and bones. I died sometime during the night, and awoke several decades later by forces unknown.

I learned of my powers, then, learned how to control time and manipulate it to a certain degree. I found Mort and learned of his dream of the Undead Armada, and eventually became the second Officer in his new regime. Sevur was the first, of course, being the first pet Mort ever created.




Alliance Members

Sevur is one of the most cold-hearted brutes you'll ever have the displeasure to meet. He's never cared for anything in his life save for his miserable petpet, and would just as soon kill you as say "hello". Regardless, he is also a genius when it comes to the Armada, successfully defending our organization time and time again; if anyone has earned their stripes, it's him.
Zkyn has all the attitude of a spoiled rock star without the fame or the talent to excuse it. He's an annoying, self-centered little bigot with little respect for his superiors, oftentimes mouthing off just to see what happens. I loathe the creature, though Sevur and Zkyn's little brother tend to think otherwise.
By far the most pleasant of the group, Mourgh is a little sweetheart with a mischievous attitude. He does his best to emulate his older brother, and oftentimes is the one to get them out of trouble.





Adoptables

Customs are open FOR TRADES ONLY. Neomail eil_burro with your information.

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Customs

Zib ((Of Course. :B))

Myst

Kratic






Minion

Pllllrrrr has been with me since my puppyhood, and has served and protected me up to and after my death. It is the only one I truly consider family, always by my side for better or for worse. I found it one Christmas eve, exhausted and hurt just outside my parent's hut. I took it in and nursed it back to health, eventually gaining the beast's confidence until we were the best of friends. It even helped me escape the horrible raid on my village, and dragged me to safety more times than I care to count. Definitely one to cherish, even if its name is a bit... odd.




Clones


The End



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