The House of Wick

So, you dare enter the House of Wick. It's a dark and stormy night. Here, it's always a dark and stormy night, because that's the way I prefer it to be. Don't look so nervous, honored guest. Come. Stay awhile. It's leaving that's the hard part.

who is wickedsoul?

Once upon a time, wickedsoul was a fashion designer, a famous mutant Bruce known throughout Neopia. Perhaps you saw the headlines. Kidnapped by Kananaii_Ayaka as revenge for an ill-fitting custom dress, wickedsoul was forced to drink a potion that turned him to an Ixi. Before he could escape, Kananii painted him Darigan and stepped back to wait. In short order, the House of Wick went from fashion label to reign of terror. And Wick will never look back.

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Terrorizing Neopia. Kananaii_Ayaka. The cold. Rain. Sushi.

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Pink Xweetoks, rainbows and happiness and puppies.

what are your intentions here?

Terror. Pure and simple.

Sit, traveler, and listen to my tale of woe.

There was, in the beginning, a penguin born of penguin royalty. Yes, me. Stop interrupting. I was ugly, sure. But rich, and that makes up for a lot. So, I went to school and learned to create things. Beautiful things. All over Neopia, from the Trading Post to the NC Mall, my designs were worn and adored. I was at the top of my game.

One evening, Kananaii_Ayaka approached me with a proposition. Design a dress for her to wear to the beach that fit well and made her look less pasty than her usual Zombie Aisha self. Can't be done, I said. And she said, Do it. Or else. And so I set out to design the loveliest dress Neopia had ever seen. But when I unveiled it, disaster stuck. It did not fit. And she certainly did not look tan.

Trapped in her dungeon which, in retrospect, was probably not a great place for an unveiling with a tempermental Zombie Aisha, I lingered for days. At first, I thought she might let me go. She fed me three times a day, and then glared at me. But on the fourth day, my Ixi Soft Drink turned out to be something else - a Red Ixi Morphing Potion.

How do you like me now, Penguin? she asked.

I begged her to mutate me back. My sense of identity had been washed away! What would I do? All those billboards with my pictures on them...for naught!

I made up my mind to escape. That night, when I thought she was asleep, I tricked her sidekick, Killie, into letting me out. I was at the front door, freedom in sight.

POW! I found myself flat on my back, four hooves up, and covered in a sticky substance. My skin began to crawl. My horns began to change...and with it, my mind. No longer did I have the urge to waste time sewing and designing clothes for the vapid and rich of Neopia. What had they ever done for me (besides make me crazy wealthy)? They mocked my ugliness. They gave my shows bad reviews! No, the time had come for a new wickedsoul to rise. One that lived up to his name. One that embraced the lack of initCap in his name. The House of Wick rose.

And now? Well, I'm glad you asked. But I won't give you an answer. We operate in darkness and subterfuge. Kananaii and I have a special bond and together, we will rule the night. However, not until I get that darn dress right, because she's still harping on and on about it.

Until next time, when I let you out of this dungeon...