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| − | == Player Status ==
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| − | Player and co-ruler of [[Snowvale]] along with [[User:Mitchie151|Mitchie151]].
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| − | [[File:pixieskin1.png|thumb|right||400px|Pixie's skin, a snow necromancer of [[Snowvale]]]]
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| − | == Realm ==
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| − | [[Snowvale]]
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| − | == Additonal Info ==
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| − | *Pixie is obsessed with evil stuff and making lots of evil biuldings and texture packs.
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| − | *His favourite colour is black or if your picky and say its a shade (Pixie also notes that you should burn in hell if you are one of these kinds of people) then his next favorite colour is green.
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| − | *He is good friends with [[user:mitchie151|Mitchie151]]
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| − | [[File:pixieskin2.png|thumb|right||400px|Pixie's skin, a snow trooper of [[Snowvale]]]]
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| − | == Fictional Backround ==
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| − | From the harsh frozen wastelands of Pluto Pixie1001 was what some would call an abomination, born stone dead and with the power to use the frost to lethal effect. An icon of fear among his people, turning their frozen gifts against them with his unnatural power he lay waist to all who opposed him. Soon major plutonian underworld figures were lining up to hire him out for hits and protection. And so his people finally found a reason to banish him. He left them in a frozen heap, their very bodies left in shattered shards. All but one. His body radiating an unnatural quality much like his own. Heat.
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| − | Pixie could not strike him down, his freakish body heat stopping him at every attempt. Neither could end the others life, Pixie to battle hardened to be taken down and the strange mutant to resistant to be felled. Pixie was left with only one move up his sleeve. A weapon he had not used in almost twenty years, diplomacy.
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| − | And so Pixie soon discovered that much like himself the mutated being who named himself [[User:Mitchie151|Mitchie]] was to be banished from Pluto simply because he was different. He wasn't even a sadistic mass-murderer like Pixie. But Pixie new that was only because with the right equipment they could withstand his withering heat, but the cold could not be so easily beaten, and so he had been tolerated, just...
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| − | But he knew that Pluto was not for him, he had killed too many, pissed off the entire resentful population, and then there was [[User:Mitchie151|Mitchie]], he, who had become a close friend of Pixie's could not survive in such a hostile world, they would slip up and the military would take him, they had to leave. And so in a stolen shuttle 'borrowed' by his fiery companion they left their forsaken home world.
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| − | Upon landing on the land beyond minerealm, the borderlands plagued by snow, a bitter reminder of where they once came but also a powerful weapon against any who opposed then. Together the two friends raised an impregnable fortress, Pixie willing vicious blades from very chilled air around him to smite down the frost zombies and long deceased residents of the long lost bow favouring civilisation that had once stood on their havens very grounds. He was a killer without peer, leaving them in pieces of scattered flesh and bones. He was more than undead, he was death itself. But he would learn that some things are beyond even death...
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| − | After many years in their impregnable fortress, a signal of defiance against the corruption of Pluto. Many like themselves came to be part of their mighty city in stolen shuttles and transport vessels. Pixie and [[User:Mitchie151|Mitchie]] welcomed them with open arms. But even their mighty legions of hardened refugees and Pixie’s devastating powers could not overcome the threat that they had so foolishly ignored. The lag.
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| − | It came in the dead of night, its shadowy minions that were its very power incarnate. They came sneaking through the gates. And then they struck! Crafting benches took minutes to open, Doors refused to budge, Time refused to advance - often jumping back. Together [[User:Mitchie151|Mitchie]] and Pixie stood against it, but it could not be touch, could not be beaten. It was just to annoying making them yell 'RAGE!' and "LAG MUCH!' over and over again, without pause. It was just so freaking annoying... They were left with only one solution, flee. They would come back when they had found its weakness and crush it in their superior grasp. They would not be beaten.
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| − | But as they ran into the land of minerealm, the lag close at their heels they soon realised that could never be. For before them stood the great sorcerer Inteli, A master of adminmancy, he used his dark powers to keep the lag from passing into his realm. And so Pixie and his trusted friend were sealed from their mighty castle for all eternity...
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