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Description
Name: Dannie (Gene) Grant
Birthday: October 25th
Species: Raider (Moose x Djinn)
Catchphrase: "Tch!"
Quote: "Let me guess, you want three wishes? Please, I'm a genie, not an idiot!"

Character Type(s): Snooty/Cranky
Personality: Dannie is annoyed by anything and anyone 24/7, don't be surprised if she refuses to talk to you.
History: Y'know, she used to be normal, just like you. But the Hollow Forest does things to people, especially to those who are desperate. It all started on a bad day. She had just been banned from the local homeless shelter, forced to find yet another place to stay the night with nothing but her backpack and it's contents. 'Home' was something she never really had, but she could at least mooch off of everyone else until she can get some kind of income. Heck, she would've probably had a job by now if it weren't for that sharp tongue of hers! This was a gal who knew not of the concept of "swallowing her pride", doesn't matter who you were, she'll tell your her thoughts as is, no filter, full blast. So obviously customer service was not an option. Neither was....any job really. If it had 'interaction' or 'teamwork' or whatever mushy bunch of bull-crepes they called it, it clearly wasn't going to work with her. It got her kicked out of that shelter at the very least. Tch, that place was trash anyways....Alas, heading into a dark alley was probably not the brightest idea in her book, but no other options seemed to be in sight. Setting her bag down and leaning on the greasy wall, she was ready to call it a day and grab some rest.........until she got smacked in the head with a bottle. Rubbing away the pain, she tried to find the attacker,only to discover nothing than a few open apartment windows........Was this some kind of weird donation??? Upon closer inspection, she noticed the bottle felt warm to the touch. The bubbles behind the glass swirled and popped....it was calming, almost meditative in a way. And gosh, she needed a drink. Without much forethought or care, she pulled out the cork and drank the bottle's liquid. If something even happened to her, who would even notice? If she had to be sent to the hospital, at least she could sleep under a roof for a few days...

.......What was the worst that could happen?

Before she could think about it much longer, she started to viscously cough. Coughing and coughing and coughing, the burning feeling in her throat was unbearable. What the hell did she just drink?! Her body was sent into a grueling amount of pain, forcing her to collapse into the ground. Her vision became blurry from the tears, watching desperately as regret overtook her mind. This was a bad idea! I take it back! Make it stop! MaKe It sToP!!! But there was seemingly no end in sight, her stomach performing backflips and her head pounding. It wasn't long before she fell unconscious, her last thoughts wondering what was happening through the chaos.....

This whole ordeal happened a few years ago, having taken the time to figure out what she drank, what raiders where, how her djinn powers worked, and most importantly, where other raiders existed. The moment she could, Dannie had bought a ticket to Lilypad, ready to find a cure for this curse. Until then, she's not interested in this "mischief" business, just serious research. She stared at a list she wrote, the rules of a genie....

1. No Love or Mind Control
Can't force anyone to fall in love with the wisher, possession and mental manipulation is also not an option. The most she can do is mildly persuade someone to do something.

2. No Money Beyond Your Wildest Dreams
Extravagant money cannot be achieved. Only a small amount of bells can be summoned (10 Bells Max)

3. No Bringing Back Anybody From The Dead
DON'T DO IT.

4. Only Minor Wishes Are Permanent
Want a sandwich, you get a sandwich. Want a pet snail? You get a pet snail. Want some spare change? You get spare change. You want super strength? You get super strength, but only for ten minutes. Small wishes can last, but something major is always temporary.

5. 3 Wishes Per Person
Technically can grant more, but it's best to let people think there's a limit.

6. Genie Can't Grant Wishes For Themselves
Minor things like teleporting objects to them or conjuring sandwiches is possible, but things a normal person would wish for like houses, armor, or fIXinG THiS shapeshifting is impossible for a genie.

She sighed, the one thing she longs for is freedom. If there's a way to undo this whole raider mess, she'd do whatever it took in a heartbeat.......

Other: Her one goal is to fix her raider-ness, and isn't interested in pranks or scaring villagers. At the very least, if she's stuck like this forever, then she might as well convert more villagers to raiders, since raiders are sooooooooooo awful. But who knows......maybe there's more to her than that snarky persona?

Psssst! The design and art was made by the awesome Octo-Cakes ! Check out their stuff when you can, their art style is so unique and rad, you won't regret checking out their profile!!!

Description
Name: Dannie (Gene) Grant
Birthday: October 25th
Species: Raider (Moose x Djinn)
Catchphrase: "Tch!"
Quote: "Let me guess, you want three wishes? Please, I'm a genie, not an idiot!"

Character Type(s): Snooty/Cranky
Personality: Dannie is annoyed by anything and anyone 24/7, don't be surprised if she refuses to talk to you.
History: Y'know, she used to be normal, just like you. But the Hollow Forest does things to people, especially to those who are desperate. It all started on a bad day. She had just been banned from the local homeless shelter, forced to find yet another place to stay the night with nothing but her backpack and it's contents. 'Home' was something she never really had, but she could at least mooch off of everyone else until she can get some kind of income. Heck, she would've probably had a job by now if it weren't for that sharp tongue of hers! This was a gal who knew not of the concept of "swallowing her pride", doesn't matter who you were, she'll tell your her thoughts as is, no filter, full blast. So obviously customer service was not an option. Neither was....any job really. If it had 'interaction' or 'teamwork' or whatever mushy bunch of bull-crepes they called it, it clearly wasn't going to work with her. It got her kicked out of that shelter at the very least. Tch, that place was trash anyways....Alas, heading into a dark alley was probably not the brightest idea in her book, but no other options seemed to be in sight. Setting her bag down and leaning on the greasy wall, she was ready to call it a day and grab some rest.........until she got smacked in the head with a bottle. Rubbing away the pain, she tried to find the attacker,only to discover nothing than a few open apartment windows........Was this some kind of weird donation??? Upon closer inspection, she noticed the bottle felt warm to the touch. The bubbles behind the glass swirled and popped....it was calming, almost meditative in a way. And gosh, she needed a drink. Without much forethought or care, she pulled out the cork and drank the bottle's liquid. If something even happened to her, who would even notice? If she had to be sent to the hospital, at least she could sleep under a roof for a few days...

.......What was the worst that could happen?

Before she could think about it much longer, she started to viscously cough. Coughing and coughing and coughing, the burning feeling in her throat was unbearable. What the hell did she just drink?! Her body was sent into a grueling amount of pain, forcing her to collapse into the ground. Her vision became blurry from the tears, watching desperately as regret overtook her mind. This was a bad idea! I take it back! Make it stop! MaKe It sToP!!! But there was seemingly no end in sight, her stomach performing backflips and her head pounding. It wasn't long before she fell unconscious, her last thoughts wondering what was happening through the chaos.....

This whole ordeal happened a few years ago, having taken the time to figure out what she drank, what raiders where, how her djinn powers worked, and most importantly, where other raiders existed. The moment she could, Dannie had bought a ticket to Lilypad, ready to find a cure for this curse. Until then, she's not interested in this "mischief" business, just serious research. She stared at a list she wrote, the rules of a genie....

1. No Love or Mind Control
Can't force anyone to fall in love with the wisher, possession and mental manipulation is also not an option. The most she can do is mildly persuade someone to do something.

2. No Money Beyond Your Wildest Dreams
Extravagant money cannot be achieved. Only a small amount of bells can be summoned (10 Bells Max)

3. No Bringing Back Anybody From The Dead
DON'T DO IT.

4. Only Minor Wishes Are Permanent
Want a sandwich, you get a sandwich. Want a pet snail? You get a pet snail. Want some spare change? You get spare change. You want super strength? You get super strength, but only for ten minutes. Small wishes can last, but something major is always temporary.

5. 3 Wishes Per Person
Technically can grant more, but it's best to let people think there's a limit.

6. Genie Can't Grant Wishes For Themselves
Minor things like teleporting objects to them or conjuring sandwiches is possible, but things a normal person would wish for like houses, armor, or fIXinG THiS shapeshifting is impossible for a genie.

She sighed, the one thing she longs for is freedom. If there's a way to undo this whole raider mess, she'd do whatever it took in a heartbeat.......

Other: Her one goal is to fix her raider-ness, and isn't interested in pranks or scaring villagers. At the very least, if she's stuck like this forever, then she might as well convert more villagers to raiders, since raiders are sooooooooooo awful. But who knows......maybe there's more to her than that snarky persona?

Psssst! The design and art was made by the awesome Octo-Cakes ! Check out their stuff when you can, their art style is so unique and rad, you won't regret checking out their profile!!!