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'''Patrick de Vermiis''' is a lost member of the [[de Vermiis]] family. Although his [[Nanny Scoggs|Nanny]] does not seem too upset by his passing, his Auntie [[Maim de Vermiis|Maim]] nearly died from grief over the fatal accident as he was like a son to her. | '''Patrick de Vermiis''' is a lost member of the [[de Vermiis]] family. Although his [[Nanny Scoggs|Nanny]] does not seem too upset by his passing, his Auntie [[Maim de Vermiis|Maim]] nearly died from grief over the fatal accident as he was like a son to her. | ||
During the Second [[Conclave]] [[Conclave Reckoning|Reckoning]], Patrick was raised from the dead in the runes of Old Thera to fight for his Autie Maim as her Champion. | |||
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Heartwrenching naivete dominates the pale visage of Patrick de Vermiis, whose bright eyes gleam with | |||
a terrible, haunted innocence. Ragged clothes enswathe his frail figure, the once-fine garments | |||
tattered and torn. Raised into undeath by foul magicks, the boy's body is frozen in a perpetual | |||
state of youth, his spindly limbs and ill-developed frame offering little in the way of strength or | |||
stature. Flecks of dirt and grime mar his sandy blonde hair, and a grotesque, stomach-turning stench | |||
surrounds him. | |||
</blockquote> | |||
[[Category:Maim's Mansion Denizens]] | [[Category:Maim's Mansion Denizens]] | ||
Revision as of 01:24, 17 April 2020
Patrick de Vermiis is a lost member of the de Vermiis family. Although his Nanny does not seem too upset by his passing, his Auntie Maim nearly died from grief over the fatal accident as he was like a son to her.
During the Second Conclave Reckoning, Patrick was raised from the dead in the runes of Old Thera to fight for his Autie Maim as her Champion.
Heartwrenching naivete dominates the pale visage of Patrick de Vermiis, whose bright eyes gleam with a terrible, haunted innocence. Ragged clothes enswathe his frail figure, the once-fine garments tattered and torn. Raised into undeath by foul magicks, the boy's body is frozen in a perpetual state of youth, his spindly limbs and ill-developed frame offering little in the way of strength or stature. Flecks of dirt and grime mar his sandy blonde hair, and a grotesque, stomach-turning stench surrounds him.