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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 3:02 pm
Welcome to the original birthplace of Kerberos This journal is maintained by Citanul Lunatic Height: 18h Kerberos' Stats Skill level: 10Power: 15 pts Strength: 11 pts Intelligence: 9 pts Wisdom: 15 pts Courage: 13 pts Luck: 5 pts Speed: 5 pts Agility: 10 pts Adaptability: 9 pts Stamina: 6 pts
Personality: Kerberos is oft thought as maniacal. He has wisdom and power to back his threats - Above average in many things. The lack of speed comes from his heavy bulk, muscle takes time to move, and thus power and agility take over where his speed fails. Unlucky in life, this Aeri stallion may have had a better life should he had a better chance.
Location: Any and all.
Kerberos' Tree is located in the Northwestern Quadrant 
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:39 am
Welcome & Index
The Aeri you seek is easily seen even in the darkness, his black coat permenantly blood-spattered, red eyes watching you as your gaze drifts to the tribal markings adorning his pelt. "You wish to go farther?" He taunts, but does not hinder your progress.
The tree that you find is twisted and yet sturdy as most Aeri's are. Its bark is white with the same tribal markings in black, the leaves a typical green and yet spattered with the blood his coat permenantly has.
1) Basic Information 2) Contents and Intro 3) More information about me 4) Life (History) 5) Completed RPs 6) Diary/Journal begins
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:41 am
About Me:
What do you want to know about me? I want nothing to do with you.
...Sorry this boy is so uncaring. He has had a rough life - but as one can see previously he is still a very strong stallion. Strength and Wisdom make up for where his speed does not. Watch out, otherwise you may find yourself at the wrong end of his hooves.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:44 am
Life's History:
My past is none of your concern. The markings? Maybe you should pay more attention. I do not care what you wish to know.
Ah... Let ME tell you a little more about this boy. Kerberos was not always like this - he was like his tree, coat pure white when he was born. Something twisted happened as he was a foal, however. Something not even he speaks of. His coat turned black, the tribal markings striking against him, the blood-red spatting his coat seeping in. One can only imagine he did something terrible.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 8:45 am
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