My friends are glorious friends. They have wonderful skin that feels soft, and cheeks that shine a beautiful bright orange. People call me crazy for even calling them my friends, but they have never left me, rejected me, and they've definitely never ever harmed me in anyway. I love my peaches.
I can tell already that you're like everyone else. You're looking at me as if I'm crazy. No? Well you are, even if you deny it. They speak to me in their own ways, and I savor each word... they tell me the secrets to life. They tell me secrets none of you could even imagine.

So go ahead, call me the crazy old "peach lady", I don't mind one bit. I'm proud to have them as my friends.

Surul

Alias: Peachy

Age: 72 years
Gender: Female
Species: Lupe
Brush: Desert
Family: None
Friends: None

No, Surul cannot speak to peaches.

She grew up as an odd lupe; her fur was extremely thick and she went through a lot of name calling, but she eventually learned to ignore it. Other than that, her life was simple and easy, and very average.
She, however, always secretly wished for something more.

Surul wanted a friend she could trust no matter what. She wanted a person who'd always be there for her, and a person she could always help when they needed her, but that person never came.
But that was just her fantasy.
So she'd go on with her normal routine every day until she realized her time was almost up, and she was still living a life that was more than average.

But that's when she met Fred. She bought him along with a few other peaches; they were her favorite snack, but as she was about to bite into him, he spoke.
She was, of course, more shocked than you could even physically get. A piece of fruit just spoke to her. Surul immediately assumed her mind had just gotten too old and worn out and hat finally snapped.

The peach and her quickly became the sort of friends she had always so dearly wanted, but she still didn't know about Fred; she simply only knew that he was a peach, but he accepted her for what she was.
But really, he wasn't a peach at all. His name isn't even Fred.

Fred grew up in the south and lived by a peach orchard, even though he lived in a run down shack that no one dared even talk about. He played with dark things... dark magic, and anytime something happened in his small southern town, he was immediately to blame. The accusations were normally right.
He loved watching others suffer, even if it was a simple rude word or not saying "hello" back, but the more he hurt someone, the better.

One day though, he crossed the line. It was the worst thing that had ever happened in the history or Neopia, and it was by far too gruesome to even utter what happened, but everyone knew. Everyone feared.

And so, the town came to his little shack, pitchforks and all, but he managed to move his soul into a peach outside his lone window before they could even knock down his door. All they found was his lifeless body and assumed he that karma had finally caught up with him, and all was well once again in his little town.

But eventually he was picked and ended up with Surul, and he dearly wished he had made a better choice about which new body he gave himself, but who could judge him? He had been in a hurry, obviously. However, he had no arms and no real body, and he was, for the time being, stuck as a peach. The only reason why he even bothers being Surul's friend is so that one day maybe he can convince her to do the spell herself, but that day definitely wont come anytime soon.

For now, though, Surul is convinced she can talk to peaches.

*To be redone. All characters are to go through a major overhaul, but for now, have their old family summaries.

Arty is a crazy little aisha with an unnatural obsession with tuna. He has no heart; he's willing to do anything to anyone if it helps him in any way at all. He's a silly little man, the only love he has in him is for his 'little brother'... who is also the only creature he will EVER share his tuna with.

Loich lives off in the wastelands of Sol, pretty much the junk yard for all of Sol. She's a waste demon who likes to collect shiny things or anything that catches her eye. She sleeps upside down... and walks on ceilings.

Semie has the mentality of an eight year old, but that doesn't stop her. She's a Herz Esser, just like Adaish, but unlike the rest of her kind... she's obsessed with human food. Mainly chocolate. and more chocolate. chocolate.

Surul is a spoiled little princess with a dark secret. She loves bossing everyone around, especially under the influence of her 'imaginary friend'. She loves her demon friend and does anything to keep him secret, but not like anything would happen to her if he was found out... she's a princess after all

Ero is a storyteller who's lived many centuries through different lives. He guides his villages by his stories, but dreads every second of it. He hates hearing the voices of his old lives in his head and often feels insane...

Augher is my little zombie lady killer man. He has a super delicious silky smooth stripy gray and white mane which is just made of pure... epic. He sews new limbs onto himself daily, though he prefers striped limbs; polka dots just look silly after all. He can only grunt and make various moans too, how cool is that?

Tempy is that socially akward hermit who likes disecting people. He lives away from everybody in the mountains in his little tree burrow. No matter how much the rest of the crew tries to interact with him... he just rejects it.

Friends

Of course Surul has no friends, only her peaches are her friends... but if you want to get her a try, feel free to message me and we can roleplay

Fluffy Butts

Trades: Open
Requests: Only Close Friends

Please get your half to me first
Please have a ref sheet, no descriptions... it will only turn out like dung if I go by descriptions
Please do not take ones that arent yours

Surul

Ukakido

Xraii

Aeredeo (kirema)

Adopted