She is a satyr, and because of her similarities to Christianity's Satan, she is referred to as "Princess" by those who know her well. She is not quick to temper, but not easy to calm when she is angry. Her left horn was chipped when she was sent to hell over 1,700 years ago by early followers of Christ occupying Greece.
The hand on her tail is able to grasp objects, though, rather clumsily.
Her hammer, when it makes contact, fires a lance of light out of each of the 12 golden studs. This earned her the title of "Mace of Light"
She loves spicy food and the jewel on her horn is the only valuable one she owns.
Height: 9'5"; 7'5" w/o horns.
Weight: 135 Ibs.
Age: 29 when sent to hell, but now is over 1,700 years old.
satar? don't you mean satyr? or, are you just changing the spelling to be awesome?
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She even makes me pancakes
And Alca-seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love, then I don't know what love is
I know I'm young, but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
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She even makes me pancakes
And Alca-seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love, then I don't know what love is
I know I'm young, but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
Devious Comments
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cute and adorable are only disguises for dark and mischievious
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She even makes me pancakes
And Alca-seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love, then I don't know what love is
I know I'm young, but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
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Every time I go to the doctors I get a jacket, a straight one. It makes me feel special because I get to hug myself.
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Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
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Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
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Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
Commission me! [link]
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"At the court of King Khaos and Queen Entropy... only BLOOD can write it's own exergy..." O___o you better believe it.
Po.Vo= mo. R. To= muerto= DEAD!! D: WTFTW
Then I might just be too traumatized with Thermodynamics.
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She even makes me pancakes
And Alca-seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love, then I don't know what love is
I know I'm young, but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
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