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So you've found my page. Congratulations for clicking a button. Now can I help you...? If you're here for my page, I hope you know what you're getting into. In case you didn't notice, I'm not the type of guy that will be hugs and rainbows for you and I am not all that flattered that you came here to see me. If you suddenly don't like what I have to say, I won't mind kicking you out. You will be here on my time, my terms, and my territory so I suggest you keep on good terms with me.

1. This is my page, so it will be about me, not about your feelings.
2. You will not come within six feet of anything valuable.
3. You will not come within eight feet of me.
4. You did not draw the art on this page, and if you would like to pretend you did we'll book you a reservation for Iceland.
5. If it's in a textbox, you can't alter it.
6. And if you want to make a nuisance of yourself, I have pepper spray.

If this isn't simple enough for you to comprehend, you still have the chance to save yourself some pain and leave right now. If you're staying, let's make this quick.

Since I'm being forced to talk to you, we're starting off with some items about me. Then again, this is what you should have came here for anyway. I'm seventeen years old and the owner of a multi-million-dollar corporation. I have a vast knowledge in Virtupets technology, and take responsibility designing most of the corporation's products and prototypes. If you haven't heard of it, my company provides gaming and technological comforts as well as advances. It's somewhat rough to maintain it from my standing, I am still attending school due to law as well as other interferences, but of course, they have yet to even worry me. Keep in mind, that just because I can manage this however, doesn't mean I don't hate wasting time. Again, I am being quite generous right now by allowing you to be here.

Continuing, I am the an unbeatable champion of strategy games. Many have tried but nobody has ever succeeded me, and they have yet to do so. Chess and TCG are my favorites, but that's not to say that I haven't bested others at their own games. Other than that, I enjoy reading and designing in my spare time. Although designing has become my own requirement to invent ground-shaking releases, it has proven productive on my own time. I have taken time to create little things such as games and models which I could store in a drawer, either to pull back out or forget them. I did eventually make a masterpiece that made them look like glued toothpicks, and it was simply called my Trick House. It had three themes, dozens of rooms, and hundreds of traps, but it has been destroyed. All I'll tell you is that several traitors hijacked the constuctioning of it and turned it into a game of life or death.

Other than that, I dislike several things. Usually, they involve the wasters of oxygen I have to deal with everyday. It's impossible get rid of them, that's why I find it a valuable skill to know how to put them in their place if they get to somehow believe they're superior. Still, putting them in their place doesn't cure this idiocy, and when for whatever reason, certain tasks are required from them, it's like teaching a fish to tap dance. I understand there are a couple other nuisances I hate dealing with. Messes, water, and clowns are some of them, but they are minor compared to what failures of Neopia cause.

Yes, I have a quad form, but only through technological advances. It's a near perfect representation of me with the build of a normal dragon and a wearing a few of my latest inventions. If you want a closer look, click and drag the picture above into your address bar. If you don't know what an address bar is, I will wonder how you get around on the internet.

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Draiks are an impressive species, don't you think? Especially since they're unobtainable by commoners. Only those who have the ambition, luck, or are plain wealthy are worthy enough to acquire or become one. Luckily, I have all three, but I wasn't planning on becoming a draik. It simply came to me as a delightful surprise.

I grew up as a shadow Zafara and as you should know, there isn't anything particularly interesting about the species, except maybe the unfortunate physical attributes of pink noses and floppy ears. Being cute is a useless trait, and the hanging ears could get... caught in things. But overall, I didn't dislike my life as a Zafara, and I was never expecting it to change. Morphing potions never came across my mind except on rare occasions. When they did, I never thought of using one on myself. Then the event of Terror Mountain took hold...

I can't seem to remember in clear detail what happened. I can only recall being on the edge of death when the assaulter that put me there emptied a bottle into my mouth. I was near to my last breath, and unable to fight the liquid as it poured in. I could only watch helplessly as that snake walked calmly away after he was done, leaving me to die. After that liquid entered my system, I remember being in immense pain. It was a pins-n-needles feeling, that I suppose you could describe as millions of mites digging into your skin. For a minute, I took in the ice cavern, as my eyes blurred, and repeating in my mind that I was going to die. I remember hating everything during those supposed last seconds, including myself. I had failed to complete an important mission on my behalf. Eventually, I fell unconscious and everything became unknown, but it wasn't my last breath.

I woke up hours later to a warm room with a crackling fireplace and a certain faerie was smiling at me, happy to know I was alive. It was here, I found something was incredibly different. For starters, I had grown claws, I could feel two new limbs sprouting off my back, and I had been completely healed of my injuries. It wasn't long before I was able to obtain a mirror and see these changes for myself. What I saw for the first time, was startling to say the least. I was staring at a stranger who had stolen my eyes and hair. I think I even attempted to claw my face from the surprise... .... ... Wait... wasn't there a there different reason...? .... ... -shakes- Hmph.

It took me a while to get use to these changes, and once I did, they stayed... After I accomplished the horror of Terror Mountain, the murderer and his buddies had been caught, and I was safe. That's not the say I didn't get out of this game without discovering why I had been transformed. The assassin that tried to kill me belonged to crime group with had a tradition of using morphing potions as means of fooling law enforcement. To his fault, the killer foolishly let a draik morphing potion slip out instead of the tuskanny morphing potion he intended to give me. In the end, he paid dearly for his mistake.

During the first weeks after I came back home, it was an uphill climb getting fully used to my new body. An extended muzzle and sharper teeth made chewing difficult for a while, and during this time, I avoided eating in public. Then there came difficulty controlling my newfound ability to breath fire, which I still haven't quite mastered. Even though I have settled it for the most part, I do continue to set alight surrounding items every so often through something as minor as a sneeze. So far I have started several commotions by this, but thankfully nothing chaotic.

Out of these new abilities and physical changes however, nothing has been as big as flying. It took me more than a couple weeks just to get off the ground, and hours wasted on casual practice. Whenever I found free time, I tried a new technique or practiced one I already had. From this, I worked myself into launching, to hovering above the ground, to getting higher, and eventually mastering it. Now it provides a useful technique in getting around easily, quickly, and efficiently... That is... When it would exceeds the class of modern transportation.

I'm assuming everybody in Neopia has them... People ranging from snot nosed brats to middle aged men with no lives. What I'm talking about are the 'owners' that are responsible for taking care of their 'pets'. As you already noticed, I have one as well, but let's get a few things straight first. Zinxel is not my mother, she will never be my master, and although that little statistic page says 'Owner: Keruha' she does not own me. Her purpose is to stand there and look pretty so I don't get thrown into the pound with a bunch of other miserable pets. Yes, I'm full aware that a draik of my name, status, and color would be fought over in under one fifth of a second. Still, do you know what the chances are of me getting adopted by somebody worse than Zinxel? -shudder- Either way, it doesn't seem that Neopia is changing this law anytime soon, so I've been force to deal with it.

To start off, Zinxel is a 17-year-old glix dragon, but she prefers to pass herself off as a human or a neopian. Mainly because she doesn't find it convenient to do things and use tools meant for a small anthro physic with her real structure. Despite her attempts however, she cannot fully transform into one state, which explains why she still has wings, horns, and a tail. Since she doesn't focus much on fashion, she's always wearing a shirt, jeans, and her black jacket. That's not to say that she once had a habit of breaking in and 'borrowing' from my closet, which I of course, now have her fully trained not to do. Finally, I've never seen her without a pair of sunglasses on, and don't bother asking why. I'm not sure whether she thinks she's somehow cool by wearing them, has eye damage, or is an albino, but she could be an escaped convict for all I care.

Personality wise, I suppose she isn't the worst. She's quiet whenever she follows me around, and mostly submissive. Zinxel even used to perform tasks for me such as getting my coffee from the lobby in the mornings... Unfortunately, I broke her from this handy trait when I found it handy to get rid of her this way. Although she can be useful as a servant, she doesn't always know her place. I can't label how many times she's spoken out of term, usually mocking me, nor how many times she has refused to listen when I commanded her to do something. Only occasionally, she'd make up for these outbursts by showering me with gifts. About once or twice a week, I'd find new books, articles of clothing, or even furniture in my office. Of course, this stuff is usually junk or plot rewards because she's too lazy to make herself a good amount of neopoints. Then again, she did assist me by lending me a Lost Desert Paint brush. To sum it up, she's like laid-back fangirl that's lost her hype.

What was that saying? That a petpet is a Neo's best friend? They obviously must have been in a mental asylum when they said that. The pet I have now isn't even my guard petpet. She's a Seti named Paladin, and don't think you can use that Seto - Seti wordplay to push us together. I am sick of hearing it. There is little thing called coincidence in case you had your head in the clouds for too long. Besides, Paladin doesn't even do enough to earn rights into the manor. Not that I would ever let her inside. She's a speedy rat and has the ability to knock down several expensive breakables in one lap around the house, so I prefer not to risk my possessions. Furthermore, there's a nice dog house outside for her. My little brother and Zinxel even took the liberty to fix it up. As for food, I feed her the generic petpet brand and have my chef ordered to feed her leftover scraps from the table. I'm not one of those celebrities who is willing to waste money on fancy dinners for a pathetic excuse of a pet.

If you are wondering how I found her and why I'm taking care of such a this pathetic pest, it started on a damp afternoon after a rain. I was at the high school, waiting for my chauffer to arrive (which I fired a few days later for being late) when I felt something nudge the back of my leg. I looked down to notice a black packet of short wet fur was staring up at me. I nudged her away with my foot, because the animal was bothering me and it may have carried some sort of disease. She didn't leave quite that easily, and turned out to be a persistant little annoyance. Eventually, I had to grab her by the scruff of the neck and dump her into the nearest trashcan just to get her away. Although this provided me with some peace during the rest of my waiting time, she was right back on the sidewalk, staring miserably, when my ride showed up. I still left her behind.

The reason she became my pet was because, after I finally reached home, she was at the front door and a certain somebody was begging for us to keep her. I tried reasoning with him about what a nuisance the animal would be, and obviously he already had his altachuck to look after. I even offered, as an attempt to satisfy us both, to get her dropped off at the pound. Apparently, you should know who lost the argument in the end. That is... after some restrictions were made.

Today, she lives in my yard, running around and wasting food. Occasionally, if I get bothered enough, she gets taken out for walks and training lessons. I personally think the training lessons are a waste of time, however. Nothing seems to get her to obey her new master, and the trick she does know has provided us with more than enough trouble. The command said for her to do this trick is none of your business, but when it is said, she will run away for a while. I actually thought it was useful trick at first... until she came home with a gold artifact that was reported stolen from the National Museum.

Oh? I'm sorry, were you expecting a friend section? I hate to disappoint you, but I'm not the kind of guy that makes friends. In order to survive in this world you coun't trust anyone but yourself. The only reason this section exists is because Zinxel wouldn't quit pestering me about it. Trust me, you should be grateful I wasted my time with it.

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. M o u r i . R a n
You're right, it was wrong of us to give up so easily... But please just come back right now. Everyone is worried about you.

Where should I begin on Mouri... I guess the first thing you should know about her is how surprising it is that she has a black belt in karate. Although Mouri is admirably strong, that power goes to waste because of her unbearable friendliness. She is the only one I know of that has the nerve to treat me like I'm her buddy, even though she knows full well that the feeling is not mutual. What makes her more unbearable is the fact that her temper actually does rise against me from time to time. And although she has gone as far as punching me in the stomach, she has ALWAYS apologized for it. I believe the kyrii has gotten the wrong idea that I'm just some giant teddy bear that only 'pretends' to be tough. This is probably because I've been through too much garbage with her.

Yes, I assume you heard me right. Ever since we met, we've been running into each other, and usually whenever it happens, something is going on. Even when we first met, I was in the process of locating a group of theives that had stolen from me. While I was trying to crush those rats and get back my property, she and that child, which I'll mention later, thought it would be a fun idea to come along and get in my way. Ever since then, this kind of thing has been repeated. When my Trick House masterpiece was turned against me, I was stuck with none other than Mouri to find a way through it. Afterwards, we found ourselves together while enduring the scare of Terror Mountain and some other trivial events. Nevertheless, she can't seem to get that just because we endured some dangerous situations with each other, doesn't mean that we're pals.

There is one thing I'll admit though. She has to be the most decent person I know outside of the company.

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No middle class person deserves my distrust more then Kuroba. He seems innocent, I admit. He goofs off during projects and attempts play jokes on whoever is unfortunate enough to be around him... And I find myself being one of those unfortune on several accounts, not that I fall for his immature humor. There is also something about him that bothers me, but I'll get to that later.

I met Kuroba during a grave digging event that Zinxel forced me into. There wasn't much to think about him then, other than some idiot and his buddy that fell into a grave. They were begging for a rope so I found humor in their pathetic pleas. Basically, my shoe made sure they obtained exactly what they were asking for. After moving on, I discovered the magician apparently didn't like my sense of humor. Once he had somehow managed to get out of that grave, he discovered I had run into... a handicap, and the swine took advantage of it to humiliate me. I can't find a logical explanation for the trick he pulled, but then again, that's none of your business, is it. Hmph, either way, Kuroba didn't have the last laugh. After getting out of that situation he put me in, I did some research and found out a little secret. The prankster was terrified of... fish. Pepitos, Soreens, blandfish, about any aquatic animal with scales. Even a meager plush toy shaped like a fish could make him weep like an infant. I used this little weakness of his as a chance to return the humiliation. You could say he was the Trick House's main attraction... until those five threw off my plans and nearly exterminated us.

Kuroba has changed since our first meeting, but in the least favorable way. He believes I killed him, and frankly, I believe he has become psychotic. He now has multiple personality disorder where half of the time he acts normally, as in making a nuisance of himself during school projects. Other times however, he appears to be evil. I haven't seen this dark side in action, but by the way he talks during that personage, I wonder. I still have a card that he gave me during this evil side. It was a business card for an exchangement of information. I'm not sure what he wants to know about me, but I'm not about to trust him.

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. A m a l i d
You wanna take this outside!?

Remember that annoying neighbor's kid that didn't know when to shut up? If so, I don't think I need to explain myself. But if not, be grateful I'm wasting my time with you. Amalid, or Amy if some would prefer, is an 11-year-old mess of loud obnoxious stupidity. Rarely, that is if it's even possible, does she have anything half-way decent to say. She's the one you'll see on the sidewalk, asking stupid questions, stating the obvious, and making false accusations.

If you recall how I met Mouri, Amalid was the kid that she was babysitting at the time. And trust me, she wasn't much different then than what she is now. Only moments before, we were up against an armed criminal, and she called me a gender-biased pig... *cough* Yes, that was sugar-coated... for trying to keep her and Mouri out of my business. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, Mouri probably wouldn't have followed me if the twerp hadn't egged her on.

Moving on, it's relatively rare for us to meet. I usually find her hanging around some other unfortunate person, which I'm grateful for. Unluckily, she's lately been pestering my brother over some video game. Probably because he idiotically let his game get into her paws during a high score, and of course, she ruined it.

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I doubt you'll find a book shop keeper like Peprikaa, and I'm not afraid to tell you that she needs to seek a therapist. She greatly cares about books, and I don't mean that as a hobby. The lu-Sorry, aisha litterally acts like the binded packets of paper are people with feelings. If you ever visit her shop, I suggest accidently dropping a book off a shelf and witnessing the fit she throws. Still, despite her unhealthy social life, she isn't terribly hopeless.

I met her during the time she was lupe. I was returning from a business meeting and desired some reading material for the flight home. Since her shack seemed to be the only book store for miles, I ended up stopping by to pick some up. To my dismay, the store she owned was disorganized and cluttered, the service was terrible, and she had a tapira running around. If I wasn't desperate for a couple novels at the time, I probably wouldn't have stayed as long as I had, and in the end, I stayed even longer than what I had planned. This was because she decided to show me her magical ability to warp herself and others into stories. I'm not sure how she was able to pull off this mind trick, nor how her over-inflated recommendation made me interested in the book of Kudo's addiction. Still, I'm determined to find out.

Some time after, I found myself coming back to her shop for a few more books. Although there was nothing particularly great about it, her store still held one of the widest selections I've seen. By then, she had became an Aisha and changed her identity under a witness protection program, but it wasn't hard to see through her disguise. When I discovered her secret, it led to an unfavorable turn, and I became involved in a rather 'unhappy' father-daughter relationship.

Whatever put her in danger seems to have been taken care of now, and most importantly, it is out of my business.

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. Miscellanious

Vienta Aria
Mr.Spade's cousin, Aria is a sad fourteen-year-old gelert who believes he is hier to the throne of Toyland. I don't know for sure where he got this idea, but I can safely guess it has to do with his ill toy fetish... Yes, he still plays with building blocks and choo-choo trains in a children's playroom. Although he doesn't leave his fantasy land often from what I heard, he has been known to explore down town at times. It almost of surprises me he gets fresh air at all.

Hakuba, Saguru
Being a detective, Saguru is about as nosy as Kudo and he also comes complete as a lecturer on ethics. He was the third guest to enjoy my Trick House.

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Hm? So you want to get on this list, huh? Then you better hope you're lucky. Zinxel lives to roleplay, so I suggest you contact her if you ever want a chance at meeting me. Also, it'd be idiotic to add everybody I ever met up here. This isn't a directory. Only, if we somehow meet relatively often, will you stand a chance at getting up here. Oh, but before you even consider a roleplay, please keep in mind that we have guidelines. Check the right column under 'Roleplay' for things to keep in mind.

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You've probably seen them everywhere, and by now you should be sick and tired of them, but guess what. I have some too.

A lot of them actually...

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Zinxel is an artist. Currently, she is in a Studio Art AP class and working to be a graphic art designer, but if you ask me, she's far from the top. She can't even get her anatomy and fine detail right. Still, she has taken time to draw me several times out of admiration so you can see them here. Remember that these are NOT for your grimy hands to use.

Ever heard of the show called Courage the Cowardly Dog? If you haven't, I can't help you, but Zinxel has apparently made this picture under its style as a parody. It was from a time Kuroba lost a bet to me, and I got the delight to see him lose his sanity. He may not have climbed up any flagpoles, but he did somehow manage to get on top of a souvenir stand. You'd be surprised how accurate this picture is, considering the general look upon the xweetok's face.

Occasionally, somebody else gets the urge to draw me, although I doubt this is an entirely good thing.

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This section needs to expand a bit more, so I suppose you could add to it, yet let this be a warning to you. I know full well that Zinxel will add about anything under my fan art page, but don't you dare think of humiliating me in these drawings. We will also have to shrink images that are larger than 490 pixels in width so they can fit. Finally, make sure your pictures follow Terms and Conditions. By the way, Zinxel does do art trades, but only for good art.

Difficulty: HARD

So you honestly believe you have a petpage that can exceed the best, huh? I do give out a trophy, but the most you'll see of it, is probably as this sample.

This isn't some cheap trophy awarded to every other person who tries. In order to obtain this award, you'll have to design a page that is beyond godly. That means I won't be awarding pages with pictures that look like they were drawn in kindergarden. Unless you can create a life-like portrait only using MS paint I suggest you give up now.And if you want to have any chance of winning gold, I suggest you do something that not every cliched petpage has. That doesn't mean content that's plain idiotic or boring though. I also would like to see a layout that doesn't look like the rubbish dump. Choose your theme and its colors wisely.

Most importantly, acknowledge the fact that this is your sweat only. I'm not going to give a page with premade layouts and adopted free art a five star rating. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't even hand out a one star rating for your pathetic excuse of a petpage. At last, make sure you do yourself a favor, and don't insult me with illegal or stolen content. I will see to it, that you are frozen.

Finally, I will not give out ANY of my three awards to whiners. I'm judging petpages, not pleas and begging. If you manage to receive silver or bronze, don't cry to me about your page deserving something higher. If you do, you will get NOTHING! I will take back my award and make sure to it that you will never be able to apply again. This is a HARD award set to succeed in so ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT!

You will have a limitless amount of tries to redo your petpage and resubmit (even if you won an award and are shooting for something higher), but if you are going to do so, make sure the changes are large enough to be noticed.

I grade by...

Literacy: Fair
Artwork: Important
Content: Important
Layout: Very Important
Creativity: Very Important
Music: Not Important
Character: Not Important