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I don't need you or your army Taking control trying to save me ●◉◎◈◎◉● adventure | inquisitive | brave ●◉◎◈◎◉● “Jobs fill your pockets, but adventures fill your soul.” Jaime Lyn
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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Appearance. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟
Wittlekins was a strange sight to be sure. If one was to peer closer at the thickly covered Kit, one would just barely manage to make out tufts of whitish fur from between the gaps in their green jumpsuit and leather straps. When their goggles weren't fogged up from excitement, a pair of silvery eyes would greet the observer. Always running and hopping from one stone to another, their small and nimble frame allows them to wiggle themselves in through the tiniest of spots. So if one is ever in the mountainous area of Darkspine, be sure to look carefully for a little silver shadow could be stalking your steps.
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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ .Personality. ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟
Wittlekins' own mother would call him an oddity, to be sure. Yet, with not even a bad bone in his tufty tail, she would speak fondly of the boy. Curious to a fault, Wittlekins was soon independent and travelling the hills of Darkspine before he even hit his teens. A headache for a worrying mother, but an inspiration for his peers, he'd always return home to show and add to his growing treasure collection. When his hoard outgrew his mother's den, he found himself a cave that even a dragon would be proud of and set about to grow his endless collection. From murkwood ferns to the Star of Goldsea, his collection was filled with anything that took the boy's fancy, be it treasure or trash to others, it was all the same to Wittlekins.
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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝ ...History... ⌞ ° • + • ° ⌟
Wittlekins grew up by the shores of Darkspine in a little place known as the Glen. Already learning to walk as his siblings could barely so much as shuffle, he was early achiever in every milestone of his childhood. From climbing trees to reading ancient tomes in Old Grandpa's library, Wittlekins always yearned for more, something greater, something challenging. And that moment came when he came across a dusty scroll that he couldn't read nose or tail of. It wasn't in Ancient Icerunian, it definitely was not from across the seas. Unwilling to let such a mystery unsolved, he went to the bookshop and poured his pocket money into buying books. Chore after chore, book after book, he tried to solve such a puzzling language till at last he cracked it, a cypher. The words led him to a forgotten place in the Glen, a mysterious hollowed out grove and within the stump of a felled willow, Wittlekins found his very first treasure. His Old Grandpa's pocket watch, with a message engraved inside to the young kit. "When a wall that's too high is before you, just like this adventure, be sure to whittle your way through. Eventually, you'll see the other side." Words that Wittlekins engraved into his heart, and continues to pursue adventure and treasures like his Old Grandpa before him, hoping to one day find his Old Grandpa's stash to add to his own. So, whenever there's a difficult task to get through, just know that Wittlekins will pull you through to the other side in the name of adventure and mystery.
