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Tiu
Legacy Name: Tiu

The Spectrum Telenine
Owner: dune

Age: 16 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: September 24th, 2009

Adopted: 16 years, 7 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 24th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

• Level: 8
   
• Strength: 21
   
• Defense: 17
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 12
   
• HP: 12/12
   
• Intelligence: 5
   
• Books Read: 4
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Surfboard Rental Clerk

You awake, blinking, in a flat, white expanse.
You're not sure how you ended up here.
In fact, you're not sure how you came to be sleeping.
You have no specific memories of your life, but your sense of self seems to be intact. You understand who you are and, vaguely, what made you who you are... but details are difficult to grasp. Your being is solid but blurry. Uncertainly, you stand and rise on unsteady feet.

Suddenly, a voice rings across the expanse, echoing. You can't imagine what it could be echoing off of in all of this nothingness.

"Hey. Hey!" At the exact moment that you whip your head around to see what, precisely, is calling to you so rudely, a deep growl punctuates the shouting. "Hey, I'm talking t'you!" A pair of aggressively slanted magenta eyes, ringed with black, are glaring at you from not a foot away. You can feel your own eyes widen with the shock of it and, if possible, the strange canine seems to glare harder. "Oh, come on, this can't be the first time you've seen a testy telenine." You must look skeptical (if she'd asked you to guess what she was your first thought wouldn't have been 'telenine') because she snorts derisively and sits back, her tongue hanging from her mouth in a careless pant. You notice, as her mouth opens, that her canines--the infamous giveaway of any telenine--have been filed down to flat nubs. "What? I am. I'm a spectrum telenine."

A brief pause.

"Look, pal, just because they hand you a potion doesn't mean you can't do a little of your own... mucking about." Your face betrays your continued lack of understanding once more and those pink eyes roll to the nonexistent heavens. For a moment the mouth opens still wider, the eyes narrow to slits, as she yawns cavernously and then every part of her visage regains its proper proportions. "You're not getting it. Just not getting. You might benefit from a little illumination on certain subjects. Namely... me." Before you can say "I don't care" she's started to tell her life story... or at least the parts of it that matter to her.

"Now, first and foremost, the thing you need to understand above all else is this: I. Do. What. I. Want. I do what I want. And I mean that in all ways. I'm not one that takes instruction well, from people or pets or reality. And that's how this little patch of nothing came to be." You can follow her words, and some clarity is returning to your understanding, but she's confusing you almost intentionally, it seems. "The other thing you should know it's that my name is Tiu. T-yew. I suppose I've got an uncommon talent for independence of living--" she chuckles "--in that it's extremely simple for me to get what I want. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some master of chance. I can't make things happen. But I can sure as hell make things exist--and I can make them not exist. It took me a long time to get this beautiful space cleared away, but now it's a blank canvas. It's exactly what I want."