With a perfectly harmless smile you fooled all of those wisecrackers into eating your exploding cookies. Consider a boy or girl scout outfit next time to make the trick even better.

You certainly have your ways when it comes to acquiring money. Many of them are pink and paved with broken fragments of porcelain.

You're considered a first-rate graduate of the Magic Academy in Edron due to your pioneering discoveries and successful studies in the field of experimental magic and spell development. Ever considered teaching the Armageddon spell?

You helped bringing Princess Buttercup, Doctor Dumbness and Lucky the Wonder Dog to life - and will probably dream of them tonight, since you memorised your lines perfectly. What a .. special piece of.. screenplay.

You've daringly jumped into the infamous Annihilator and survived - taking home fame, glory and your reward.

You've shattered each of Bloodweb's eight frozen legs. As they say: break a leg, and then some more.

Delivering letters and parcels has always been a secret passion of yours, and now you can officially put on your blue hat, blow your post horn and do what you like to do most. Beware of dogs!

You begin your day by bathing in your pot of gold and you don't mind showing off your wealth while strolling the streets in your best clothes - after all it's your hard-earned money! You prefer to be addressed with 'Your Highness'.

Staking vampires and demons has almost turned into your profession. You make sure to gather even the tiniest amount of evil dust particles. Beware of silicosis.

You are now the royal archfiend of the Askarak, prince slayer.

You overcame the undead Zanakeph and sent him back into the darkness that spawned him.

You've cut off a whole lot of tentacles today. Thul was driven back to where he belongs.

If someone lost a random thing in a random place, you're probably a good person to ask and go find it, even if you don't know what and where.

Argh! Not now! How is it that those multifunctional tools never fail when you're using them for something completely trivial like squeezing juice, but mess up when you desperately need to climb up a rope spot with a fire-breathing dragon chasing you?

Countless fights and never tiring effort in the war against the hive grant you the experience to finish your outfit with the last remaining part. Your chitin outfit is a testament of your skills and dedication for the cause.

You re-enacted the Taming of the Shrew on a beach setting and proved that you can handle capricious girls quite well. With or without fish tails.

You significantly helped the afflicted citizens of Venore in times of dire need. Somehow you still feel close to the victims of the fever outbreak. Your clothes make you one of them, one poor soul amongst the countless afflicted.

Hunter's greeting! Your skillful use of the slingshot actually stunned a large bear. The creature is slightly dazed, but seems susceptible to your commands. Let's declare open season on all our foes!

Warm, furry and cuddly - though that same bear you just hugged would probably rip you into pieces if he had been conscious, he reminded you of that old teddy bear which always slept in your bed when you were still small.

Ethershreck's cry of agony kept ringing in your ear for hours after he had dissolved into thin air. He probably moved to another plane of existence... for a while.

You did it! You convinced the reclusive gnomes to accept you as one of their Bigfoots. Now you are ready to help them. With big feet big missions seen to come.

Not really twenty thousand miles, but you had to dive a fair way beneath the sea to find your personal Manta Ray.

RAWR! Strength running through your body, your heart racing faster and adrenaline fueling your every weapon swing. All in a little bottle. No refund for destroyed furniture. For further questions consult your healer or potion dealer.

Well, you can rest your nailcase now. This gravedigger's fingernails are nice and clean. Though after the next hellride, you might not want to let it hand any food to you.

You travelled the world for an almost meaningless prayer - but at least you don't have to do that again and can get a new blessed stake in the blink of an eye.

You've tainted the jungle floor with the Snapper's crimson blood.

You live the life of hunters and gatherers. Well, especially that of a gatherer, and especially of one who gathers lots of blueberries. Have you checked the colour of your tongue lately?

You've joined the undead bone brothers - making death your enemy and your weapon as well. Devouring what's weak and leaving space for what's strong is your primary goal.

You almost made friends with Shardhead... before he died. Poor guy only seems to attract violence with his frosty attitude.

What is best in life? To crush your enemies. To see them driven before you. And to maybe have a nice cup of tea afterwards.

Indeed, you have a soft spot for rabbits. Maybe the rabbits you saved today will be the rabbits that will save you tomorrow. When you are really hungry.

Admittedly you enjoyed the killing as usual. But the part with the sparks still gives you shivers ... or is it that there is some charge left on you?

You won the merciless 2 vs. 2 team tournament on the Isle of Strife and wiped out wave after wave of fearsome opponents. Death or victory - you certainly chose the latter.

Don't let its fluffy appearance deceive you. The panda is a creature of the wild. It will take you to the most distant regions of Tibia, always in hopes of a little bamboo to nibble on or to check on a possible mate.

You have become competent and efficient in gathering the substance that is needed to fight the hive. You almost smell like dissolved chitin and the Hive Born would tell their children scary stories about you if they could speak.

The Old Widow fell prey to your supreme hunting skills.

Lalalala... you now know the cult's hymn sung in Liberty Bay by heart. Not that hard, considering that it mainly consists of two notes and repetitive lyrics.

You love getting your hands wet and dirty - and covered with clay. Your perfect sculpture of Brog, the raging Titan is your true masterpiece.

Sculpting Brog, the raging Titan, is your secret passion. Numerous perfect little clay statues with your name on them can be found everywhere around Tibia.

The destruction you have caused by now can be felt throughout the whole hive. The mayhem that follows your step caused significant confusion in the consciousness of the hive.

You can easily be found by anyone if they just follow the cookie crumb trail. And for you, true love means to give away your last cookie.

You ripped the ancient scarab Fleshcrawler apart and made sure he didn't get under your skin.

If the gnomes had told you that crystal armor is see-through you had probably changed your underwear in time.

So you repaired the light of some crystals for those gnomes. What's next? Sitting a week in a mushroom bed as a temporary mushroom?

You brought two loving crystals together. Perhaps they might even name one of their children after you. Too bad you forgot to leave your calling card.

The wrath of the Noxious Spawn - you accidentally managed to incur it. Your days are counted and your death inevitable. Sometime. Someplace.

Sinister curses, evil magic - you don't shy away from punishing others by questionable means. Someone just gave you a strange look - now where's that needle again?

In the war against the hive, your efforts in blinding it begin to pay off. Your actions have blinded the hive severely and the entity seems to become aware that something dangerous is happening.

The face of the enemy is unmasked. You have encountered one of 'those below' and survived. More than that, you managed to kill the beast and prove once and for all that the enemy can be beaten.

Again and again Deathstrike has fallen to your prowess. Perhaps it's time for people calling YOU Deathstrike from now on.

You hushed the songs of war in the black depths by sliencing more than three hundred Deepling Spellsingers.

Under the sea - might not be your natural living space, but you're feeling quite comfortable on the ocean floor. Quara don't scare you anymore and sometimes you sleep with your helmet of the deep still equipped.

You managed to kill more than four hundred white deer - it looks like you are one of the main reasons they will soon be considered extinct, way to go!

You don't carry that stake just for decoration - you're prepared to use it. Usually you're seen hightailing through the deepest dungeons leaving a trail of slain demons. Whoever dares stand in your way should prepare to die.

Thick, red - shaken, not stirred - and with a straw in it: that's the way you prefer your demon blood. Served with an onion ring, the subtle metallic aftertaste is almost not noticeable. Beneficial effects on health or mana are welcome.

By eliminating at least three hundred Deepling Warriors you delivered quite a blow to the amassing armies of the deep.

You killed the ambassador of the abyss that often that they might consider sending another one. Perhaps that will one day stop further intrusions.

Urgh! Close the windows! Shut out the sun rearing its ugly yellow head, shut out the earsplitting laughter of your neighbour's corpulent children. Ahhh. Embrace sweet darkness and silence.

Did someone call a doctor? You delivered 100 medicine bags to Ottokar of the Venore poor house in times of dire need, well done!

It's not really a dragon, but rather a kind of chimera. Nonetheless a decent mount to impress any passer-by.

You don't care for rules that others set up and shape the world to your liking. Having left behind meaningless conventions and morals, you prize only the power you wield. You're a master of your fate and battle to cleanse the world.

It doesn't matter what noise you would hear... dream, nightmare, illusion - there is nothing you can't vanquish. You are a true Dream Warden.

You have mended many a broken dream and so, the dream of Roshamuul is safely being told over and over again.

No more fear and bad dreams. You stabbed Tormentor to death with its scythe leg.

Seen it all. Done it all. Your unstoppable force swept through the dungeons and you vanquished their masters. Not to forget the precious loot you took! Now stop reading this and continue hunting! Time is money after all!

Even though the Efreet welcomed you only reluctantly and viewed you as "only a human" for quite some time, you managed to impress Malor and gained his respect and trade options with the green djinns.

You jump at every opportunity for a hunting challenge that's offered to you and carry out those tasks with deadly precision. You're a hunter at heart and a valuable member of the Paw & Fur Society.

You have cleansed the lands of many retching horrors. You sure know how to end a bad dream: forcefully, that's how!

You gave zzze draken a tazte of your finizzzing move.

Every city should be proud to call someone like you its inhabitant. You're keeping the streets clean and help settling the usual disputes in front of the depot. Also, you probably own a cat and like hiking.

You love fish - but preferably those caught in the cold north. Even though they're hard to come by you never get tired of picking holes in ice sheets and hanging your fishing rod in.

Efficient and lethal, you have gained significant experience in fighting the elite forces of the hive. Almost single-handed, you have slain the best of the Hive Born and live to tell the tale.

Have you ever wondered how he reappears again and again? You only care for the loot, do you? Gotcha!

There are many delusions and phantasms in the desert. You saw a false oasis with fruit-bearing palm trees. Instead of water and refreshment, however, you found a dromedary in the end. What a useful Fata Morgana!

The mighty Deathstrike is dead! One legend is dead and you're on your way to become one yourself.

You extinguished 500 thornfires! You were there when the Firestarters took over Shadowthorn. You saved the day - and the home of some elves which will try to kill you nonetheless. Isn't it nice to see everything restored just as it was before..?

You love the moment right before your rocket takes off and explodes into beautiful colours - not only on new year's eve!

When you do something, you do it right. You have an opinion and you stand by it - and no one will be able to convince you otherwise. On a sidenote, you're a bit on the brutal and war-oriented side, but that's not a bad thing, is it?

You're a peacekeeper and listen to what the small people have to say. You've made up your mind and know who to help and for which reasons - and you do it consistently. Your war is fought with reason rather than weapons.

And remember: Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.

You found and took a sip from the Fountain of Life. Thought it didn't grant you eternal life, you feel changed and somehow at peace.

Yay! Finders keepers, losers weepers! Who cares where all that stuff came from and if you had to crawl through garbage piles to get it? It's FREE!

This must be underwater love - this enormous crustacean now does thy bidding. Or maybe it's just in it for a little more of that shrimp barbecue, as that's a little hard to come by in the sea.

Kingly deer mostly prefer elves as friends and familiars. This one, however, decided to favour you as a confidant and rider. Well done!

You know Banuta like the back of your hand and are good at destroying caskets and urns. The sight of giant footprints doesn't keep you from exploring unknown areas either.

Finally your dream to become a walking mushroom has come true ... No, wait a minute!

By killing creatures of the hive and gaining weapons for further missions, you started a quite effective way of war. You gathered a lot of dissolved chitin to resupply the war effort.

Installing that control unit was a no-brainer. Now you're in control to make it walk this way or that, or to change tack at any moment if required. Your faithful walker mount obeys your every command.

You cut your first gem - and it bears your own name! Now that would be a nice gift! This does not make it a "true" Heart of the Sea, however...

The gnomes are warming up to you. One or two of them might actually bother to remember your name. You're allowed to access their gnomebase alpha. You are prepared to boldly put your big feet into areas few humans have walked before.

You think the gnomes start to like you. A little step for a Bigfoot but a big step for humanity.

The fallen gnome is dead and justice served. But what was it that the gnome whispered with his last breath? He's your father???

You have become a household name in gnomish society! Your name is mentioned by gnomes more than once. Of course usually by gnomish mothers whose children refuse to eat their mushroom soup, but you are certainly making some tremendous progress.

You have unleashed your inner gnome and slain some of the most fearsome threats that gnomekind has ever faced. Now you can come and go to the warzones as it pleases you. The enemies of gnomekind will never be safe again.

You have defeated the Snake God's incarnations and, with a final powerful swing of the snake sceptre, cut off his life force supply. The story of power, deceit and corruption has come to an end - or... not?

Hidden treasures below the sand dunes of the desert - you have a nose for finding them and you know where to dig. They might not make you filthy rich, but they're shiny and pretty anyhow.

Counting ten thousand grains of sand could not have been harder than gaining this impressive mount.

You're an aspiring mago-mechanic. Science and magic work well together in your eyes - and even though you probably delivered countless wrong charges while working for Telas, you might just have enough knowledge to build your own golem now.

Seeing a mucus plug makes your heart dance and you can't resist to see what it hides. Goo goo away!

Assisting Omrabas' sick plan to resurrect made you dig your way through the blood-soaked halls of Drefia. Maybe better he failed!

You wiped out Orcus the Cruel in the Arena of Svargrond. You're still a bit green behind the ears, but there's some great potential.

Burnt fingers and itching lungs are a small price for bringing those gnomes some lousy stone and getting almost killed! Your mother warned you to better become a farmer.

You have proven that you can beat the best of the hive. You have caused first promising breaches in the defence of the hive

You ended the life of over three hundred Deepling Guards. Not quite the guardian of the Deeplings, are you?

Scythe swung over your shoulder, sun burning down on your back - you are a farmer at heart and love working in the fields. Or then again maybe you just create fancy crop circles to scare your fellow men.

Even in the deepest structures of the hive, you began to strike against the mighty foe. Your actions probably already gave the hive a headache.

Never-tiring, you attack the inner organs of the mighty hive. Your attacks on the hive's digestion system begin to cause some trouble.

You're one of the brave heroes to face and defeat the mysterious demon oak and all the critters it threw in your face. Wielding your blessed axe no tree dares stand in your way - demonic or not.

Ah, the smell of the sea! Standing at the shore and casting a line is one of your favourite activities. For you, fishing is relaxing - and at the same time, providing easy food. Perfect!

You have grown accustomed to frequenting the hive's stomach system. Your actions have caused the hive some first digestion problems.

You've discovered the Ancients' hidden powers - from now on, they will aid you in your adventures.

You're the one who poses the questions around here, and you know how to get the answers you want to hear. Besides, you're a famous exorcist and slay a few vampires and demons here and there. You and your stake are a perfect team.

The breeze in your hair, your fingers clutching the rim of your carpet - that's how you like to travel. Faster! Higher! And a looping every now and then.

You've vansquished the Noxious Spawn and his serpentine heart.

You have put a lot of time and energy into keeping the hive unaware of what is happening on Quirefang. The hive learnt to fear your actions. It would surely crush you with all its might ... if it could only find you!

You have participated that much in the hive war, that you are able to create some makeshift armor from the remains of dead hive born that can be found in the major hive, to show of your skill.

The most powerful warriors of the hive were killed by you by the dozens. The hive is not safe anymore because of your actions.

Your invaluable experience in fighting the hive allows you to add another piece of armor to your chitin outfit to proove your dedication for the cause.

Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum - homebrewed, of course, made from handpicked and personally harvested sugar cane plants. Now, let it age in an oak barrel and enjoy it in about 10 years. Or for the impatient ones: Let's have a paaaarty right now!

You've hugged bears, pushed mammoths and proved your drinking skills. And even though you have a slight hangover, a partially fractured rib and some greasy hair on your tongue, you're quite proud to call yourself a honorary barbarian from now on.

You accomplished what few humans ever will: you truly impressed the gnomes. This might not change their outlook on humanity as a whole, but at least you can bathe in gnomish respect! And don't forget you're now allowed to enter the warzones!

You muted the everlasting howling of Hemming.

At daytime you can be found camouflaged in the woods laying traps or chasing big game, at night you're sitting by the campfire and sharing your hunting stories. You eat what you hunted and wear what you skinned. Life could go on like that forever.

You're familiar with hunting tasks and have carried out quite a few already. A bright career as hunter for the Paw & Fur society lies ahead!

Your world is lucky to have you! You don't hesitate to jump in and help when brave heroes are called to save the world.

You definitely know how to bring out the best in your furniture and decoration pieces. Beautiful.

You and your stuffed furry friends are inseparable, and you're not ashamed to take them to bed with you - who knows when you will wake up in the middle of the night in dire need of a cuddle?

You love to hang out in cold surroundings and consider ice the best material to be shaped. What a waste to use ice cubes for drinks when you can create a beautiful mammoth statue from it!

Here's looking at you, kid. This ancient creature seems to size you up with its brilliant eyes and barely tolerates you riding it. Maybe it thinks you're the defrosted snack, after all?

With edged blade and fully equipped in a sturdy full plate armor, you charge at your enemies with both strength and valour. There's always a maiden to save and a dragon to slay for you.

Your home is your castle - and the furniture in it is just as important. Your friends ask for your advice when decorating their houses and your probably own every statue, rack and bed there is. You must wrap and unwrap one Furniture Kit 1000 times inside the house.

Many creatures of the deep have lost their lives by your hand. Three hundred have entered the depths of eternity. You should probably fear the revenge of the Eyes of the Deep.

When it comes to interracial understanding, you're an expert. You've mastered the language of the Chakoya and made someone really happy with your generosity. Achuq!

Sometimes you feel there's a gremlin in there. So many lottery tickets, so many blanks? That's just not fair! Share your misery with the world.

Well - the contents of that present weren't quite what you expected. With friends like these, who needs enemies?

Stonecracker's head was much softer than the stones he threw at you.

No joke, you murdered the bat.

One of the Lightbearers. One of those who helped to keep the basins burning and worked together against the darkness. The demonic whispers behind the thin veil between the worlds - they were silenced again thanks to your help.

Bretzecutioner's body just got slammed away. You are a true king of the ring!

It's a wound-up wooden lizard! Well, stranger things have happened, or so you're told. Just hop on and let this wood-and-tin contraption take you anywhere you want to wind down a bit. And hope you don't get hit by lightning underway.

Rise and shine! It's a beautiful new day - open your windows, feel the warm sunlight, watch the birds singing on your windowsill and care for your plants. What reason is there not to be happy?

You're a beggar, homeless, wearing filthy and ragged clothes. But that doesn't mean you have to beg anyone for stuff - and you still kept your pride. Fine feathers do not necessarily make fine birds - what's under them is more important.

By mastering the secrets of Lion's Rock, you proved yourself worthy to face the mighty lions there. One of them even chose to accompany you.

You found a lost sheep and thus a steady source of black wool. But careful: don't get entangled.

You travelled the surreal realm of the elemental spheres, summoned and slayed the Lord of the Elements, all in order to retrieve neutral matter. And as brave as you were, you couldn't have done it without your team!

You proved yourself - not only in your dreams - and possess a strong and spiritual mind. Your valorous fight against demons and the undead plague has granted you the highest and most respected rank among the Nightmare Knights.

Finding a four-leaved clover is always a sign of luck. And as luck would have it, you even baited a lovely dotted ladybug. Lucky you!

Having a loyal friend alongside is comforting to every adventurer. If only this lad were not so stubborn...

Dreams - are your reality? Strange visions, ticking clocks, going to bed and waking up somewhere completely else - that was some trip, but you're almost sure you actually did enjoy it.

That's almost too much luck for one person. If something's really, really rare - it probably falls into your lap sooner or later. Congratulations!

'Sweets for my steed' could be your motto. An impressive horse is eating out of your hand. Saddle up and be ready to find adventure, new friends, and maybe someone to shoe your horse now and then.

You made some efforts to bring a little more light into the world. And what a nice present you got in return!

What a scientific discovery - they really DO communicate! Using their own communication habits against them, you lured a large pack of silencers away from the walls of Roshamuul.

You killed the raging mage in his tower south of Zao. Again. But this one just keeps coming back. The dimensional portal collapsed once more and you know he will eventually return but hey - a raging mage, it's like asking for it...

This magnetic beast attracted you in a very literal way. Or was it attracted by your metal equipment? Anyway, you seem to be stuck together now.

But close your eyes and don't tell anyone what you wished for, or it won't come true!

You have destroyed a significant amount of the hive's vital nerve centres and caused massive destruction to the hive's awareness. You are probably causing the hive horrible nightmares.

Your little statues of Tibiasula have become quite famous around Tibia and there's few people with similar skills when it comes to shaping marble.

You're an aspiring marble sculptor with promising skills - proven by the perfect little Tibiasula statue you shaped. One day you'll be really famous!

You've proven to be a valuable ally to the Marid, and Gabel welcomed you to trade with Haroun and Nah'Bob whenever you want to. Though the Djinn war has still not ended, the Marid can't fail with you on their side.

You probably don't know anymore how you really look like - usually when you look into a mirror, some kind of monster stares back at you. On the other hand - maybe that's an improvement?

You were able to fight your way through the countless hordes in the Demon Forge. Once more you proved that nothing is impossible.

You're not afraid to show your colours in the heat of battle. Enemies fear your lethal lance and impenetrable armor. The list of the wars you've won is impressive. Hail and kill!

Robbing, inviting yourself to VIP parties, faking contracts and pretending to be someone else - you're a jack of all trades when it comes to illegal activities. You take no prisoners, except for the occasional goldfish now and then.

You feel you could solve the hardest riddles within a minute or so. Plus, there's a nice boost on your spell damage. All in a little bottle. Aftereffects - feeling slightly stupid. For further questions consult your healer or potion dealer.

You don't believe in romance to be a coincidence or in love at first sight. In fact - love potions, bouquets of flowers and cheesy poems do the trick much better than ever could. Keep those hormones flowing!

You've impaled the big mammoth Bloodtusk with his own tusks.

You went into the forest, met Rottin Wood and the Married Men and helped them out in their camp. Oh, and don't worry about those merchants. They won't dare mentioning the strangely large sums of gold they actually possessed which are missing now.

Barking dogs never bite, as the saying goes. But this one clearly tried. In the end, however, you were able to walk the dog - ahem, gnarlhound.

You can handle any music instrument you're given - and actually manage to produce a pleasant sound with it. You're a welcome guest and entertainer in most taverns.

Your actions start to make a difference. You have blinded the antennae of the hive often enough to become an annoyance to it.

Tired... so tired... curling up in a warm and cosy bed seems like the perfect thing to do right now. Sweet dreams!

You don't need much to sleep comfortably. A pile of straw and a roof over your head - with the latter being completely optional - is quite enough to relax. You don't even mind the rats nibbling on your toes.

Muahahaha it's a... mutated pumpkin! After helping to take it down - you DID help, didn't you? - you claimed your reward and got a more or less weird present. Happy Halloween!

You vanquished the mad mage, you subdued the raging mage - no spellweaving self-exposer can stand in your way. Yet you are quite absorbed in magical studies yourself. This very fabric reflects this personal approval of the magic arts.

Oh, the joy of riding! You've just got your very first own mount. Conveniently enough you don't even need stables, but can summon it any time you like.

Liberty Bay is the perfect hangout for you and harvesting sugar cane quite a relaxing leisure activity. Would you like some tea with your sugar, hon?

You confronted the Navigator.

You follow the path of dreams and that of responsibility without self-centered power. Free from greed and selfishness, you help others without expecting a reward.

You do not fear nightmares, you travel in them - facing countless horrors and fighting the fate they're about to bring. Few believe the dark prophecies you bring back from those dreams, but those who do fight alongside you as Nightmare Knights.

You've found a well-hidden spider queen and caught her off guard in the middle of her meal.

After a battle like this you know who your friends are.

Home is where your current favourite hunting ground is, and though you might hold certain places more dear than others you never feel attached enough to really stay in one city for long. Pack all your stuff - it's time to move on again.

You laugh at unprepared adventurers stuck in high grass or rush wood. Or maybe you actually do help them out. They call you... 'Machete'.

Six. Six. Six.

One with nature, one with wildlife. Raw and animalistic power, sharpened senses, howling on the highest cliffs and roaring in the thickest forests - that's you.

One Bigfoot won over thousands of tiny feet. Perhaps the gnomes are wrong and size matters?

The Many is no more, but how many more are there? One can never know.

You feel at home under the hot desert sun with sand between your toes, and your favourite means of travel is a flying carpet. Also, you can probably do that head isolation dance move.

So much for your feathered little friend! Maybe standing in front of the birdcage, squeezing its neck and shouting 'Sing! Sing! Sing!' was a little too much for it?!

Snow heaps and hailstorms can't keep you from where you want to go. You're perfectly equipped for any expedition into the perpetual ice and know how to keep your feet warm. If you're a woman, that's quite an accomplishment, too.

What a blast from the past! This thankful patient thinks you missed your dentist vocation. It's now ready to take a bite of the future and to carry you to your next adventure, or your next patient.

Oh my god, it's a paaaaaaaaaaaarty! You're always in for fun, friends and booze and love being the center of attention. There's endless reasons to celebrate! Woohoo!

You're a humble warrior who doesn't need wealth or specialised equipment for travelling and fighting. You feel at home in the northern lands of Zao and did your part in fighting its corruption.

Ah, the old carrot-on-a-stick trick. Well done! You've made the racing bird accept you as a rider and provider. Just don't feed it your fingers.

You love playing jokes on others and tricking them into looking a little silly. Wagging tongues say that the moment of realisation in your victims' eyes is the reward you feed on, but you're probably just kidding and having fun with them... right??

It might come as a shock to you, but this is the mount of your dreams. Not exactly the white steed of Prince Charming, but maybe the ladies will still scream and faint at the sight of you.

Stones have always fascinated you. So has the chance of finding something really precious inside one of them. Statistically you should've discovered a few nice treasures by now. But then again, most statistics are overriden by Mother Disfortune.

Life can be so easy with the right cake at the right time - and you mastered baking many different ones, so you should be prepared for almost everything life decides to throw at you.

Whoa, sow long! This boar is like a force of nature, breaking through the undergrowth of all the Tibian forests and all records of speed. Hang on!

You are getting more and more experienced in destroying the supply of the enemy's forces. Your actions caused the hive some severe skin problems.

The hive has to be fought with might and main, hampering its soldiers is only the first step. You diligently stopped the pores of the hive to spread its warriors.

If you see a rusty item, you can't resist polishing it. There's always a little flask of rust remover in your inventory - who knows, there might be a golden armor beneath all that dirt!

Your local magic trader considers you one of his best customers - you usually buy large stocks of potions so you won't wake up in the middle of the night craving for more. Yet, you always seem to run out of them too fast. Cheers!

Gaz'haragoth... a day to remember! Your world accomplished someting really big - and you have been part of it!

You've faced and defeated a lot of the mighty bosses the Paw and Fur society sent you out to kill. All by yourself. What a hunt!

You've faced and defeated each of the mighty bosses the Paw and Fur society sent you out to kill. All by yourself. What a hunt!

There... is... simply... no... better... way - than to travel on the back of a turtle. At least you get to enjoy the beautiful surroundings of Laguna.

By having rendered numerous services to the city of Rathleton you have been promoted to the rank of Citizen.

By having rendered numerous services to the city of Rathleton you have been promoted to the rank of Commoner.

By having rendered numerous services to the city of Rathleton you have been promoted to the rank of Inhabitant.

People with sharp canine teeth better beware of you, especially at nighttime, or they might find a stake between their ribs. You're a merciless vampire hunter and have gathered numerous tokens as proof.

You're a talented merchant who's able to handle wares with care, finds good offers and digs up rares every now and then. Never late to complete an order, you're a reliable trader - at least in Rashid's eyes.

You could be the author of the magnum opus 'How to Summon the Ultimate Beast from the Infernal Depths, Volume I'. Or, if your mind and heart are pure, you rather summon beings to help others. Or maybe just a little cat to have someone to cuddle.

Sleeping - you do it with style. You're chilling in your hammock, listening to the sound of the birds and crickets as you slowly drift away into the realm of dreams.

Either you are not a fast learner or you find some pleasure in setting yourself on fire. Or you're just looking for a fancy title. In any case, you should know that passing gas during your little donkey experiments is not recommended.

Music just comes to you naturally. You feel comfortable on any stage, at any time, and secretly hope that someday you will be able to defeat your foes by playing music only. Rock on!

Up and down and up and down... and then the big looping! Wait - they don't build loopings in Kazordoon. But ore wagon rides are still fun!

You've descended into the swampy depths of Deathbine's lair and made quick work of it.

You've touched all thrones of the Ruthless Seven and absorbed some of their evil spirit. It may have changed you forever.

Don't worry, no one will be able to take it from you. Probably.

Christmas is your favourite time of the year, and boy, do you love presents. Buy some nice things for your friends, hide them away until - well, until you decide to actually unwrap them rather yourself.

The Muggy Plains are a dangerous place, often raided by dragons. But that was your luck: thus you found this scaly little guy.

A mighty blaze went out today. It's Flameborn's turn to wait for his rebirth in the eternal cycle of life and death.

You put out the Spirit of Fire's flames in the arena of Svargrond. Arena fights are for you - fair, square, with simple rules and one-on-one battles.

Adventure is your middle name. You spent much time in dangerous lands and have seen things others only dream of. You know your way around in Tibia - you are a seasoned adventurer now. And your journey has only just begun!

Pack your spy gear and get ready for some dangerous missions in service of a secret agency. You've shown you want to - but can you really do it? Time will tell.

You are now the public archenemy of the Shaburak, prince slayer.

Improved eyesight, arrows and bolts flying at the speed of light and pinning your enemies with extra damage. All in a little bottle. No consumption of carrots required. For further questions consult your healer or potion dealer.

You found a hundred beautiful pearls in large sea shells. By now that necklace should be finished - and hopefully you didn't get your fingers squeezed too often during the process.

You've probably never gotten seasick in your life - you love spending your free time on the ocean and covered quite a lot of miles with ships. Aren't you glad you didn't have to swim all that?

You've found the oriental traveller Yasir and were able to trade with him - even if you didn't really understand his language.

Awww. Your very own little goldfish friend - he's cute, he's shiny and he can't complain should you forget to feed him. He'll definitely brighten up your day!

You always carry your obsidian knife with you and won't hesitate to use it. You've skinned countless little - and bigger - critters and yeah: they usually don't get any more beautiful on the inside. It's rather blood and gore and all that...

Wearing the insignia and dark robes of the Brotherhood of Bones you roam the lands spreading fear and pain, creating new soldiers for the necromantic army which is about to rise soon. Hail the Brotherhood.

Okay, let's face it - as long as you believe it could potentially lead you to the biggest treasure ever, you won't let go of that map, however fishy it might look. There must be a secret behind all of this!

With the assistance of your friendly little helper, you gobbled more than 500 chunks of slime. Well done, Slimer.

Drugging a snail can have some beneficial side effects. You're now the proud owner of a snarling, speed-crazy slug. Maybe it'll purr if you stroke it. Anyway, life should be one slick ride from now on.

Hopping, hopping through the snow - that's the funnest way to go! Making footprints in a flurry - it's more fun the more you hurry! Licking icicles all day - Winter, never go away!

You've exinguished the Sulphur Scuttler's gas clouds and made the air in his cave a little better... at least for a while.

By the gods! What was that?

Ribstride is striding no more. He had quite a few ribs to spare though.

Seems like this spider's got a sweet tooth. As a result, eight hairy legs are now at your disposal to crawl and weave at your whim, and strike fear into the hearts of men.

You travelled the depths of this very world. You entered the blackness of the deep sea to conquer the realm of the Deeplings. May this suit remind you of the strange beauty below.

After hunting for the correct mushrooms and their spores you're starting to feel like a mushroom yourself. A few times more and you might start thinking like a mushroom, who knows?

By many it is considered a myth like the Yeti. But you came, saw and tamed it. Now you're the proud rider of a midnight panther, black as a starless night.

Travelling with the dwarven steamboats through the underground rivers is your preferred way of crossing the lands. No pesky seagulls, and good beer on board!

This time you knocked out the big one.

You severely disrupted the digestion of the hive. The hive should for sure see a doctor. It seems you proved to be more than it can swallow.

A drop of oil and you're good to go. This unique mount will roll merrily in and out of any strange place you want to visit. If you see no exit, you probably ended up in a circus ring. Ah well, the show must go on!

Ring-a-ding! You have visited the golem workshop and lent a hand in repairing them. To know those golems are safe is worth all the bruises, isn't it?

Fortune tellers and horoscopes guide you through your life. And you probably wouldn't dare going on a big game hunt without your trusty voodoo skull giving you his approval for the day.

The need for supplies often decides over loss or victory. Your tireless efforts to resupply the resources keeps the war against the hive going.

A war is won by those who have the best supply of troops. The hive's troops have been dealt a significant blow by your actions. You interrupted the hive's replenishment of troops lastingly and severely.

Stealth kills and backstabbing are you specialty. Your numerous victims are usually unaware of their imminent death, which you bring to them silently and swiftly. Everything is permitted.

You're a lord or lady of the dance - and not afraid to use your skills to impress tribal gods. One step to the left, one jump to the right, twist and shout!

And anyone claiming otherwise is a liar.

As the killer of Leviathan, the giant sea serpent, his underwater kingdom is now under your reign.

It seems the gates to the underworld have to remain unprotected for a while. Kerberos, the mighty hellhound, lost his head. All three of them.

The gnomes decided their pigs need some exclusive diet and you had to do all the dirty work - but wasn't the piglet adorable?

By setting the right tone you convinced a crystal wolf to accompany you. Remember it is made of crystal, though, so be careful in a banshee's presence.

You made a knot with Gorgo's living curls and took her scalp. You couldn't save her countless petrified victims, but at least you didn't become one.

You and your shovel - a match made in heaven. Or hell, for that matter. Somewhere down below in any case. You're magically attracted by stone piles and love to open them up and see where those holes lead you. Good biceps as well.

It's unstoppable! Walls? Fortresses? Obstacles? Objections? Pah! Nothing will stand before the stampor. Arrows and spears bounce off its hide, enemies are trampled by the dozen. Just don't go for the subtle approach or a date on this thing.

You've proven yourself as a worthy member of the 'family' and successfully carried out numerous spy missions for your 'uncle' to support the Venorean traders and their goals.

Girl power! Whether you're female or not, you've proven absolute loyalty and the willingness to put your life at stake for the girls brigade of Carlin.

Conspiracies and open secrets are your daily bread. You've shown loyalty to the Thaian crown through your courage when facing enemies and completing spy missions. You're an excellent field agent of the TBI.

You conquered the demon challenge and prevailed... now show off your success in style!

You're one of the most dedicated Lightbearers - without you, the demons would have torn the veil between the worlds for sure. You've lit each and every basin, travelling high and low, pushing back the otherworldly forces. Let there be light!

You served Yalahar - but you didn't seem so sure whom to believe on the way. Both Azerus and Palimuth had good reasons for their actions, and thus you followed your gut instinct in the end, even if you helped either of them. May Yalahar prosper!

You've slain Esmeralda, the most hideous and aggressive of the mutated rats. No one will know that you almost lost a finger in the process.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your bow into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your hammer into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your slayer into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your mace into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your chopper into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your spellbook into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your axe into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your crossbow into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify all kinds of weapons into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world. Respect!

You managed to transform, improve and sacrify your blade into a master state and have proven yourself worthy in a nightmarish world.

Aren't you just perfectly, wonderfully, beautifully gorgeous? You can't pass a mirror without admiring your looks. Or maybe doing a quick check whether something's stuck in your teeth, perhaps?

You're proficient in the darker ways of magic and are usually found sitting inside a circle of candles and skulls muttering unspeakable words. Don't carry things too far or the demons might come get you.

You sent the Obliverator into oblivion in the arena of Svargrond and defeated nine other dangerous enemies on the way. All hail the Warlord of Svargrond!

One thing's for sure: You definitely love swimming. Hanging out on the beach with your friends, having ice cream and playing beach ball is splashingly good fun!

Shaking your rattle and dancing around the fire to jungle drums sounds like something you like doing. Besides, dreadlocks are a convenient way to wear your hair - no combing required!

This fiery beast really tried to give you hell. But not even a magma crawler can resist a mug of spicy, hot glow wine. Skol!

Dragon dreams are golden.

Valour is for weaklings - it doesn't matter how you win the battle, as long as you're victorious. Thick armor would just hinder your movements, thus you keep it light and rely on speed and skill instead of hiding in an uncomfortable shell.

You like your cake soft, with fruity bits and a nice sugar icing. And you prefer to make them by yourself. Have you ever considered opening a bakery? You must be really good by now!

You defend Yalahar with brute force and are ready to lead it into a glorious battle, if necessary. Thanks to you, Yalahar will be powerful enough to stand up against any enemy.

You wiped Fazzrah away - zzeemzz like now you're the captain.

Ye be a gentleman o' fortune, fightin' and carousin' on the high seas, out fer booty and lassies! Ye no be answerin' to no man or blasted monarchy and yer life ain't fer the lily-livered. Aye, matey!

You went through hell. Seven times. You defeated the demons. Countless times. You put an end to Ferumbras claims to ascendancy. Once and for all.

You escaped the glowing hot lava death trap, Professor Maxxen has set for you - Captain Caveworm is indeed proud!

By cleverly using a leech to cool that raging bull's blood, you managed not to get swamped or trampled in a water buffalo stampede. The creature is now docile and follows your every command.

He seriously stored away a wallnut? That was a nutty professor indeed.

You discovered the Lion's Rock, passed the tests to enter the inner sanctum and finally revealed the secrets of the buried temple. You literally put your head in the lion's mouth and survived.

The famous 'Ode to a Molten Chocolate Cake' was probably written by you. Spending a rainy afternoon in front of the chimney, wrapped in a blanket while indulging in cocoa delights sounds just like something you'd do. Enjoy!

Take an ice cube and an obsidian knife and you'll very likely shape something really pretty from it. Mostly cute little mammoths, which are a hit with all the girls.

You successfully defeated the Nexus, the source of Ferumbras Revenger's power.

You saved Thais from Ferumbras wrath.

You successfully wiped out Ferumbras and his Nexus from Tibia lands.

By having rendered numerous services to the city of Rathleton you have been promoted to the rank of Squire.

You successfully fought against all odds to protect your world from an ascending god! – You weren't there for the hat only after all?

You went through hell. Seven times. You defeated the demons. Countless times. You put an end to Ferumbras claims to ascendancy. Once and for all.

You don't just have a permission to ride a rift runner, you literally went through hell and earned it!

You could not resist the taste of the forbidden fruit. Since you don't feel changed at all, it couldn't have been that bad after all. Or could it?

Don't forget, even your rhino sometimes needs a hug. A careful one in this case.

Teasing fairies is fun. They leave behind such pretty clouds of glittering dust when chased. Just hope they don't get you back for it.

You defeated Grand Master Oberon and the remnants of the Order of the Falcon, no matter the odds.

You have fully unlocked your very first monster in the cyclopedia.

You have fully unlocked 10 easy monsters in the cyclopedia.

You have fully unlocked 100 easy monsters in the cyclopedia.

You have fully unlocked 10 medium monsters in the cyclopedia.

You have fully unlocked 100 medium monsters in the cyclopedia.

You have fully unlocked 10 hard monsters in the cyclopedia.

You have fully unlocked 100 hard monsters in the cyclopedia.

You have saved Ostara from the descent into the dark side. As such, you have been awarded with the title that shows your piety to the gods.

You helped Domizian and thus proved yourself worthy to enter the werelion sanctum underneath Lion's Rock. You faced the mighty werelions there and one of the rare white lions even chose to accompany you.

You did the hippo population of Kilmaresh a great favour. A well-fed hippo is a happy hippo.

After a long journey and dedication you were favoured by fortune and have tamed all three elusive beasts of the vortex. Unless the Vortexion decides you're a tasty morsel you can enjoy your small stable of ravaging beasts from beyond.

Your lantern was too bewitching for a hibernal moth. It couldn't withstand and follows you, the bearer of the lantern, now.

You caught a lacewing moth with your lantern. It will follow you in companionship as the bearer of the lantern will be its guide through the darkness now.

You are the slayer of the ancient nightmare beast and prevented the nightmare to spread its madness.

You became an acquaintance of the courts of dreams and acquired the right to display your new status and title of 'dream warrior'.

You have vanquished numerous arena champions in the name of the Summer Court.

You have vanquished numerous arena champions in the name of the Winter Court.

You have entered the heart of destruction and valiantly defeated the world devourer. By your actions you have postponed the end of the world ? at least for a while.

You have tamed the ghostly mists to do your bidding. For now ...

You made acquaintance with the Thaian. A strange contemporary with a dark history. No man but a derivate of greed and obsession.

Adventurous beyond death, you travelled the Netherworld. Although you had just the ghost of a chance you survived and even came back from the realm of the dead.

You defeated the Baron from Below and destroyed his lava pump!

You defeated the Count of the Core and destroyed his lava pump!

You defeated the Duke of the Depths and destroyed his lava pump!

The Baron from Below, Duke of the Depths and the Count of the Core are no more!

You took the heat and defeated the Ancient Spawn of Morgathla!

Exploring the depths of Tibia can be a dangerous task. Surprisingly, some crude wood planks, rusty nails and a tinged pot can offer a sufficient protection against the creatures lurking in the deep.

Putting this candle stump on your new mount was kind of a waiting game. You're even tempted to call it whack-a-mole. But in the end you found a loyal companion for your journeys into the depths.

You defeated the Lich Knights and became the hand of the Inquisition, allowed to wear their special garb.

As a fearless errand boy you fulfilled an important role and eased the arito's soul. Now he knows the nomads don't want to mess with him.

"A thief who steals from a thief will receive 100 years of forgiveness". You're more of a thief than a horde of thieves.

The greatest reward of a rescue is gratitude. You helped the nomadic people recover goods stolen by thieves and for that reason you hold a special place in their memory.

Your special garb, solely awarded to a dedicated Hand of the Inquisition, is now complete.

Now you are able to wander around Tibia wearing an angst-inducing vestment.

His passion for reading has been diminished by biting books and aggressive quills. But this flying specimen proved to be a loyal companion. Never judge a book by its cover!

Brought back to the realm of the living this magnificent creature will carry you through death and everything that lays beyond.

You defeated the manifestation of Goshnar's evil traits by fighting your way through beasts you didn't even want to imagine. It transformed you and now you can also look the part.

But can you truly be one of them?

This mighty pachyderm will march into battle as if just taking its Sunday stroll. The cost of friendship was only a few drome points!

For some it can't be hazardous enough.

Don't get carried away by your success. Get carried away by your ripptor.

You ended the regn of Scarlett Etzel. All-seeing yet blind, ever powerful yet ultimately helpless, she never got a second chance to truly see. Or has she...

You mastered the fire and tamed a supervulcano!