Julien

A not-so-dead creature from a race I created. I intend to finish his drawing. . .. . .

Likes: 
Dislikes:
Hobbies:

Personality     
      ✖ Known to dip between lethargy and intense energy.
      ✖ Has a slightly voracious appetite, to appease his stomach, and his mind.
      ✖ Not afraid to get dirty, not afraid to do things that are hazardous to him, and others.


History     
Notes are left on a note left behind, carefully tucked away by the creature;

• 2 parts cognac
• 1 part apple brandy or Calvados
• 1 part sweet vermouth

A recipe for the ailing and the tired, the day after. Stir with ice, place in a cocktail glass, with a memory and a drop of
your own blood. Leave for three days and if done correctly, a companion you should have for life. I hope I have done
this right, for an assistant to this cause is harder to come by. 

Who wants to die so easily? 

It was an accident, a slip of the table it was on, and the drink spilled a little. 
My guilt is endless, but it seems to pulse with the familiar feeling that I woke to it creating last night. Hopefully the
good gods are not bothered by the small sacrifice. I will cherish the companion, no matter what the end results, but
I am unaware as to what the reprecussions of my slip will be.

Three days passed, and the concoction lay silent. Five days went, and I worried that I had ruined the work I had put in,
but, I have come home to a small creature resting where the drink and wish had lain. His (?) face is mutilated and his
paws have been stripped, but he appears to be entact - if a little chilled to the touch. He follows my finger and seems
to learn quickly.

I just hope he is willing to embark with me, in to the deep below, to find those who have left us.

I am sorry, Julien.

Years have passed, but the writer does not remain. 

What has happened in this poor creatures past.