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NEV IS GONNA QUEST AGAIN!!!!!!! :9......... kekeke~

she's questing for a peryton - a ram or a stag with wings. It's said to have originated from the lost city of Atlantis. ;0 the appearance of a peryton spurs herbivority but the peryton itself feasts on human & livestock hearts.

it is indeed a mythical creature. sooooo.. 2mil! fantastic!


Further win.


Wikipedia is win.

still setting up and stuffs.

the guardian



Name: marshe morrissey
What it means: .....later
Aliases: ...marshey, marmar.
Gender: male.
DNA: human
Height: 5"10
Weight: 165lbs
Quirk: his left hand fingers twitch occasionally
Defects: not.. really?
Blood Type: ???
Hair Colour: blond
Eye Colour: grayish-green
Markings: none.
Personality: a little meek sometimes, nervous, stern when he has to be. has split personality sometimes, body trying to decide between being stubborn and decisive and being compromising and amicable

He's probably a little afraid of his new kidlet.

INDEPTH PERYTON INFO HERE.

“My WHAT?”

The blond professor sputtered on his doorstep, staring at the D-tech, then down at the diminutive youth by his side. He looked a little strange if the ram horns sprouting from either side of the boy’s head were any indication. And split hooves. And wings. What was this thing?!

“He’s your new child, Mr. Morrissey.” Replied the engineer calmly – Marshe’s head jerked violently. Could he read minds? – and sighed. This happened an awful lot, didn’t it? He was tired of repeating it. “We at D-corp have fitted your Split Personality Disorder with the appropriate child that will possibly benefit you both.”

Marshe’s glasses slip down his nose comically, and he pushed them up on his thin nose hastily. “A-are you serious? How do you know I have SPD? I’m just a college professor! You have no right to impose a child on me! I’ve never signed… up for this Dee-corp business and I am definitely not ready for a baby!”

“Well actually,” said D-tech 982, “he’s a toddler, genetically altered. Now Mr. Morrissey, please take him – ”

Marshe closed the door and locked it, brow furrowed. This was freaking insane! Just to be think how close he was to becoming a father… he didn’t even have siblings or even a wife… the idea scared him. The teacher stalked to the living room to check through the windows if that insane person had left him alone… Yep. He was gone. Thank God.

There was a slight babbling from the foyer. Marshe froze and swore unprofessionally, rushing back into the doorway.

The boy was there.

“What – I locked it didn’t I?” The blond scratched his head and approached cautiously – he had never seen anything like this before.

The winged goat thing didn’t respond but attempted to stand up, hooves digging into the professor’s matte carpeting. Marshe scowled – he had paid a high price for his flooring.

“Hey, no, don’t… This stuff is expensive y’know…” He said gently (he doubted the child could understand him) but got close enough to see a small envelope behind …him? Did that person say it was a him? He sort of remembered that.

Extracting the small note from behind the boy without touching him (which was a challenge since he seemed intent on walking and groping), Marshe broke the seal carefully.

‘Dear Mr. Morrissey,

No doubt you have met your new child – we’re sorry we couldn’t present him to you in a more favorable surrounding. His name is Maelstrom and he is a genetically altered child at D-corp with the DNA of a Peryton. Whether you have agreed to do this or we have alerted you to his, please accept him into your custody. Do not put him up for adoption or abandon him, because you will hear about it from us.

Perytons’ nourishment is livestock meat, particularly organs like the lungs and heart. We believe they prefer human flesh and hearts but they are most definitely too expensive for a regular person to afford. For beverages, water or livestock (particularly lamb or cow) will do just fine. If you require more information on this particular animal, we’d like to direct you to our headquarters at D-corp.

Classes also can be taken at the main D-corp building (a map is attached) as well as all questions can be directed to there. You will need to start to keep a journal, and get Maelstrom on one as soon as possible. He is required to learn a few things in his stages of growth, so please keep an eye out for them.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to visit.

Sincerely,
D-CORP’

Marshe read it once. And then again. And another time. He frowned and pushed it back into the envelope, giving a small resigned glance at the boy who was sitting on his doormat looking completely curious. His palate seemed rather morbid.

“Well hello there Maelstrom… we need to give you a nickname… Maelstrom is rather long and strange. How about Storm?”

The Peryton looked at him and – did he just shrug? – continued to let his red eyes rove around the rooms.

“Well… Storm it is. Peryton, hmm? How on earth did D-corp get peryton DNA? I thought they were just a myth… I guess we’ll need to get you a room… and clothes. Oh dear.”

He was… a father? How did this happen to him? Marshe had to go to D-corp straight away for that information… he had no clue what was going on.