--Statistics--
| Speed | ****** |
| Strength | ***** |
| Technique | ****** |
| Vitality | **** |
| Endurance | **** |
Name Pronounced: Misery
Age: A few months old (looks 18)
"Birthday": January 21
Height: 6'7"
Nationality: American
What?: Experimented anthro-panther
Pocket Monster Representative: Black Persian
Instrument: None but Dead Silence
Weapon: Dernier Vancour; claws; teeth; bladed tail; stiletto heels
Likes: ???
Hates: Just about everything and everyone
Most Valuable: Loyalty; vengeance
Friends: Warui
General Outlook: It's your fault I'm like this. All your fault. And you don't even care
Dreams: ???
Phobia: Loud confusing noises
Favorite Food: NA
Nitpicky Nitpicks:
Appearance: Again, highly appealing and beautiful, but she always was, even before. Skin is gray and soft; again, a faceless creature, but you can certainly feel it when she sinks her teeth into you; dangerous claws and tail; again, long legs ending in stiletto heels. Rivals even Torment in attractiveness.
Had Not the Things that Happened Happened: Misery would not exist.
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History: TEAM Report—1-25-05, 2 a.m.
After rediscovering the old files, I was moved to write.
History does indeed repeat itself, though with a slightly different twist. “Team Moltres,” the “Heartless Killers,” the life of yesteryear with all its little squabbles is past and long forgotten.
Life is a constant rollercoaster: one with many joyous ups and painful downs. I’ve just about adjusted to the ever-changing conditions, the seasaw. There are times when the sky overhead is black with death and despair, and there are times where all is bright and cheery. I love my life, I’ve so many opportunities, so many friends; I hate my life, I’m worthless and have nothing to live for.
We’ve all changed over the past four years: toughed up, become warriors, lived in adult situations. Even now I am changing. My hate and bitterness have almost consumed me. Today, I reread the dreadful event of the passing of Duke, my love, unable to feel the sorrow and agony that once pierced my heart, unable to feel…anything…
What’s happening to me?
I wish someone would deliver me from the darkness, from the emotionless creature I’m becoming. No one cares about me though.
Truly, I’m not sure how I came this far. I was—I always wanted to be a tender, caring friend, ready and willing to give my life for others. I still feel that way, somehow, but something is wrong. It is a duty, a job, not something I want or enjoy doing.
It’s amazing what a little thing can do. The rage is eating me, destroying any other emotion I had.
I realize now. It’s Warui… She must have done it. She appeared in my room a few hours ago and I just fainted. Whatever is happening to me, whatever it is I’m feeling…or not feeling.
I realize…
I don’t care.
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