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"Attacking is nearly pointless. The living have an entire world after them. However since it is your nature to change and attack I would have to guess they will be waiting for me to make them weapons and armor to fight." He said as he sat down.

"I've spent most of all my time like this studying the nature of the living and...the Zombies. So I have alot of useful knowledge of both." He said as he pulled out his hammer and began smithing.

"The living are a continuously changing kind. New weapons, new ideas, new species. When threatened you attack. The undead are very different. The living change while we simply exist. We don't change or behave any different then our nature when we were alive. We're stuck in our old ways. You always grow and grow. Changing from one way to another." He said pausing for a moment.

"I was a Smithy in my life and still am after fifty years." He said looking up to Ari. "The undead don't learn or change. We simply exist."

"Hmm well there's no right answer for that. Their not organized so their unpredictable. The ones that are wont be bothering with this camp unless every main base has been taken. So I guess we aren't unless some stumble by."

Name:Ymir Ravan
Race:Night elf
Age:14
Powers:ability to camaflouge to sourondings,novice skill in dark magics
Armor/Wepons:leather chest plate and pouldrons/yew longbow and basic shortsword
Bio:The sun of the famed night elf general Jalandral Ravan he was trained at a young age in combat. When he was eight his father was kidnapped by the hive and his villiage destroyed. He fled in to the wild where he met an old mystic who taught how to use his races ability of stealth and camaflouge and also dark magic. Impatient to find his father he leaves the mystic where he meets up with new dawn.
Appearence:same as avatar except with leather armor.

Name: Zimmon Landragorn

Race: Human

Age: 28

Powers: Lay on hands ability twice a day which can heal

Armor/Weapons: Wears Full plate mail armour which has a slight blue tinge to it and a Bright Pink lining to it. The armour covers him from neck down with a neck guard and all. It came with a helmet but Zimmon chose to forgo it. He carries a broadsword which he keeps, as well as his armour, clean and very tidy, almost dazzling

Appearance: He stands at just under six foot. His black hair is of medium length and looks windswept and well cared for. He keeps well shaven at all times, though his face is slow to grow a beard or whiskers of any sort. He has blue eyes and an easy smile. He talks in a feminine voice.

Bio: Zimmon says he came from the north upon the back of beautiful pink bunny and that the stars....this is usually where his high feminine voice and the way he keeps touching your arm makes people excuse themselves and walk away....there are worse things to face than the undead, though none question his abilities in combat.

Ymir turned his head to look at Zimmon and noticed he had taken to greeting the new guy his own personal way. To most Zimmon seemed odd and frankly he did to ymir as well. Though his skills with healing magics made him usefulf in a fight."Zimmon hows it goin',"he said with a half smile acting pleased to see him.

Name:Joe Soto
Race:Zombie
Age:253
Powers:can fly and read minds
Armor/Weapons:lance of darkness, ice and fire guantlet
Bio:Used to be a teacher Joe ws turned into a zombie after being atacked by a group of zombies and was taken to learn to be one. As Joe was there he flew through the ranks until he was the zombie leader.
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