Villager: Jekyll
Kachow
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Villager Info
ID: #225710
Name: Jekyll
Gender: Male
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 8 years, 9 months ago
Career: Doctor
Owner: ink--alchemist
Species: Canine
Color: Collie
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
"Ah--! I'm so sorry... I didn't see you there..."
Guardian
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For lack of a better term, Jekyll was an ever-paranoid nervous wreck. The slightest noise or bump in the night scared him out of his wits, and it took little to send him into a fear-induced fit.
This, however, changed once he took up residence in Solune.
"Jekyll! Get your haunted ass down here! Where'd you put my goddamned scalpel?"
Jekyll groaned and sleepily rolled out of bed, roused from his peaceful slumber by his roommate's husky calls. His bright orange eyes, blurred by somnolence, danced around the room wildly before focusing on the door. Still locked... thank god. Hyde had a tendency to make good on his promises of forcing him to answer him by skilfully picking the lock or just flat-out kicking the door down. Stretching his arms above his head with a rumbling yawn, he answered his roommate with a slight slur.
"I dunno, Hyde. You probably misplaced it." The sleek, modern digital clock that rested on the wooden stand beside his bed flashed 8:09 with a harsh green glow.
Grumbling, he slowly made his way towards the barren white door, and then descended the creaky stairway that connected his room in the loft to the lower floor. With each step he took, the sound of rustling and clanging from below grew louder and louder, and the frequent curses that accompanied it made it clear what the source of the clamour was.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... Jekyll! There you are!" Hyde burst out of the kitchen and stopped in front of Jekyll, panting like he had just run a marathon. The kitchen door swung loosely behind him, and he could see dozens of knives and forks and cooking implements strewn about on the polished tile floor. Cupboards and draws were open, their contents thrown onto the ground, and
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"I am a fighter, and I
I ain't goin' stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter!"
Guardian
- ✖ ✖ ✖ -
For lack of a better term, Jekyll was an ever-paranoid nervous wreck. The slightest noise or bump in the night scared him out of his wits, and it took little to send him into a fear-induced fit.
This, however, changed once he took up residence in Solune.
"Jekyll! Get your haunted ass down here! Where'd you put my goddamned scalpel?"
Jekyll groaned and sleepily rolled out of bed, roused from his peaceful slumber by his roommate's husky calls. His bright orange eyes, blurred by somnolence, danced around the room wildly before focusing on the door. Still locked... thank god. Hyde had a tendency to make good on his promises of forcing him to answer him by skilfully picking the lock or just flat-out kicking the door down. Stretching his arms above his head with a rumbling yawn, he answered his roommate with a slight slur.
"I dunno, Hyde. You probably misplaced it." The sleek, modern digital clock that rested on the wooden stand beside his bed flashed 8:09 with a harsh green glow.
Grumbling, he slowly made his way towards the barren white door, and then descended the creaky stairway that connected his room in the loft to the lower floor. With each step he took, the sound of rustling and clanging from below grew louder and louder, and the frequent curses that accompanied it made it clear what the source of the clamour was.
"Oh, for fuck's sake... Jekyll! There you are!" Hyde burst out of the kitchen and stopped in front of Jekyll, panting like he had just run a marathon. The kitchen door swung loosely behind him, and he could see dozens of knives and forks and cooking implements strewn about on the polished tile floor. Cupboards and draws were open, their contents thrown onto the ground, and
- ✖ ✖ ✖ -
"I am a fighter, and I
I ain't goin' stop
There is no turning back
I've had enough
'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter!"
