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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 10:09 am
Name:Yoline
Age: 14
Race: human
Personality: shy and scared, easily overpowered
Ability: nothing special
Picture: 
Little Random Tidbit: She likes the woods
Masters?:none yet
Orientation: bisexual
Relationship-Single
Pet/Slave Quality:
She is: girly and easy to manipulate, weak and pet like
She: bakes, Bi, A pet, can read, can write, is a Virgin
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She was taken from her home in England and thrown on a ship, shackled to the wall. She was only five years old and when the captain wasn't around, the crew took pity on her. They gave her extra food, warm blankets. When they hit land they sold the older women for barrels of tobacco (making them tobacco wives). One of the crewmen took his share of the profit and bought the little girl. He was a french man and he named her Yoline. He unshackled her and dressed her as one of the crewmen, and as his daughter. One day, a few years later, during a violent storm at sea, she fell overboard, unnoticed by the crew bustling to their stations. She knew how to swim and swam after the ship, but she was too slow. After drifting for hours she saw another ship in the distance. She swam until she was too tired. It took the rest of the energy she had left to give one powerful scream. Someone heard her and jumped ship. They swam out to her and hauled her back to the ship, being pulled up by the crew. When she told them her story they laughed. They were human traffickers. They stripped her down and gave her a very thin cotton dress and a shawl to keep he warm. Up until she was thirteen, the crew never sold her. Then they sold her once, but she was returned before the ship left, the buyer called her a crazy b***h. He had scratches across his face. The captain spent the next year abusing her, kicking her, slapping her around.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 3:35 am
Name: Rhapsodius Age: Unknown (Looks to be in his late twenties in his human form) Race: Shadowspawn Height: Shadowspawn Form: Variable Human Form: 5'11 Weight: Shadowspawn Form: NA Human Form: 165 Bio:The circumstances of Rhapsodius' birth is unknown. He just appeared one day out of nowhere with no memory of his life in the smoking ruins of an old mansion basement. Encircling him was what seemed to be a magic circle of sorts used for summoning demons and the like. As he looked around his surroundings, his eyes fell upon his summoners, or rather, what was left of them. Withered husks in black cloaks were all that remained. None of them had survived the ritual. With nothing to indicate why he was summoned, and still disoriented from the summoning, Rhapsodius ran out of the mansion and into the night. Many years later, Rhapsodius had slowly grown accustomed to his new home. But deep in his heart, he still felt like an outsider. He knew that he didn't belong. People looked at him with distrust and fear. Animals big and small alike fled from his presence. Because although he seemed human, he was definitely not. He could manipulate and shape darkness itself and give them a semblance of life. Albeit temporarily. He could transform into a shadow. But unlike the shadows one would normally see in the world, he had solid form. He was, as he would later find out, a Shadowspawn. But despite his dark nature, he is quite peaceful. Opting to stay out of the way of the world, he lives among the shadows. Recently, his power has started to grow as he starts to learn more and more about himself and his past. Where once he had difficulty controlling one shadow, now he can easily summon and control a whole group of them with ease. Personality:His personality changes depending on his mood. It may be dark and moody or giddy and childish. He is often quite philosophical and often spends his free time pondering stuff. His shadowy nature sometimes irritates his few friends since it allows him to appear almost anywhere from the shadows. Like some fearful apparition of the night. His ability to manipulate and give life to shadows doesn't help either. When in his true form as a shadow, he is able to change the shape of his body freely becoming bigger or smaller at will. He can also shapeshift in his shadow form though he prefers to stay humanoid.  -Shadowspawn Form
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:49 pm
Geners
(All drawings by me)
Gen was born a smugglers ship in the late 1700's. His parents were dangerous thieves who ruthlessly killed and stole from ships they came across. Gen grew up learning the lifestyle of a pirate. He was taught how to kill, how to sneak and how to fight.
His mother, a very brave and strong woman, nurtured Geners and took special care of him. His father, however, never wanted anything to do with the boy, He hardly had any patience with his mother who was the ship captain.
When gen turned 16 he had a dispute with his father over who gained a certain amount of the recent captured ship. They couldn't come to agreement so without regret Gen slit his fathers throat, and when his mother found out, Crying and whaling, Gen looked at her and realized he no longer had use of her either and killed her as well.
With the ship captain and his mother dead, Geners took over the ship and the crew. He ruled by threatening his crew, and forced them to bend to his will using fear. One day, his agitated crew mutinied and killed him.
The princes of hell argued over who would be granted his soul but ultimately it was decided that Father Death, the king of the underworld (A sort of limbo in Gener's universe) would take ownership over Geners soul and use his cold, dangerous personality as a tool. They made Gen a Reaper, whos soul purpose was to kill those who wouldn't be remembered, those that were too evil, or too good, in order to create balance on the planet.
Gen blended in with his surroundings, attempting to gain as much power in whatever culture the time period could offer. In the 20's he was a Prussian war General, In the 40's He was a Nazi, In the 60's he was a Vietcong, and in the 70s - 80's he was a powerful and corrupt businessman, Killing others in his profession.
Sooner or later he had difficulty attempting to gain power in the time he lived, when he came upon matasoga, A powerful Guild leader. He befriended Matasoga and joined his ranks, Gaining a high position over time.
When the time came he rebelled and formed an army that rivaled Matasoga's, After a grueling battle Gen's army lost and knowing this outcome Gen fled from the battle knowing his fate.
Seeing Gen beaten and shamed, The lord of Death gave him a new assignment he would be more familiar with. He was given a ship of the undead and assigned to ravage the skies. He was successful
for the most part. Killing everything with a heartbeat that came across his ship. That ship became a symbol of fear in the skies. Everything was perfect for Gen until the sky marshals took interest into what The Graveyard was doing. They invaded his ship and killed Gen's crew. Prusset their leader personally handled Gen. Prusset stole his ship and gave it to the now vengeful matasoga.
Prusset defeated Gen and captured him. There he called to the god of Death to ask him for help. The god of death gave Gen another chance and infused his souls with an ancient demon. He escaped and then fought prusset with his new abilities. Gen accepted his defeat and jumped off the edge of the sky Marshall's HQ.
The lord of death came down to him Infuriated. He said that Gen had one final chance and if he didn't yield there would be consequences. So he blended with the surface world once again. Little did he know that the town he settled in was also the new home of the sky marshal leader Prusset. They fought again, a street war that lasted days and again ended in Gen's bitter defeat.
The lord of Death wouldn't give any more chances and seperated his body from his soul.
Gen's angry and vengeful soul took over the human body of someone else, a man who owned a costume shop. When the soul entered gen's body, the human brain couldn't handle his memories and so he went insane. Utter madness took over. From then on he became a serial killer. Killing without any prejudice, living on the streets.
The little sanity he had left in him told him he must find a place to live and eat and drink, so he returned to his old guild Matasogas Disciples and begged for forgiveness and now he is here. Living day by day inching his way back to the top only so now he can form an even more powerful rebellion.
Current stats:
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Strength: Weak
Magic/mana: None
Abilities: Madness:He isn't scared of pain, nor does he fear anything else. In battle if you were to stab him in the gut, as long as he was still alive he would keep going for your throat.
Age: A few hundred years old
Luck: Terrible
Charm: Fairly high
Intelligence: Fairly high when his soul is suppressed from his body.
Sanity: None
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 11:21 pm
Azekah 'Bittersweet' Grimalkin
Hailing from a highly futuristic dimension, Azekah is a member of an alian race called the Anonee (Anne-oh-knee). An important trait of this race that should be known to anyone who interacts with her is that she has no specific gender. She is only referred to as female since she has a more feminine appearance. They also have the ability to mate with any other humanoid race, though their children will always be the same race as the other parent and not the Anonee parent. Their blood is a very dark red almost to the point of being black, and their eyes are red with slit pupils that are the same color as the streaks in their black hair (Azekah's are gold). The Anonee race is an extremely rare race due to the fact that they rarely mate, especially with each other, though they have long lifespans. They also have the uncanny ability to go about unnoticed unless they deliberately draw attention to themselves.
Azekah is an assassin/spy who uses being a poet as a cover job, using Bittersweet as her pen name. Not much is really known about her, except that she has unusually high morals for someone of her job description and only kills as a last resort.
Personality wise, she's a mostly serious and reserved individual, though she will tease people who have befriended her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 2:12 pm
Name : Nana
Age: Roughly 25, but still looks in her teens.
Race : Primarily human, with enough fey to have given her a beautiful pair of wings that only disappear when she is scared, turning into a design on her back much like a tattoo.
Bio: She has been a wanderer since her 20th birthday, being forced out of her family's home to find her own place in the world. After a few ups and downs, she set her own place in the Gaian realm, and has made a few friends. She still longs for home, but has given up the thought to have anything more than a pale recreation of how own making.
She's got an affinity for water, but no magical powers that go with it. Her perfect day would be to spend the daylight hours frolicking in the water, and the evening ones curled up with a good book by candlelight. She's a happy creature most of the time, but lets outside situations influence her. Nana is friendly by nature and always welcoming of new companions.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:59 am
Name: Ms. Ellenna Demonica
Species: Demon
Age: Looks 22 yrs old/ actually 530 yrs old
Appearance: It varies Eyes are red always.
Abilities: Shapeshifts into people and animals. Able to control fire.
Backstory: To be continued.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 10:47 am
Name: The Widget
Age: Unknown
Race: Imp?
Bio: The Widget was once but a simple familiar to a wizard. In fact, at the time he was simply known as Wid. Wid work reluctantly for his master, reveling in the Spell Caster's failures to understand time. The wizard, however, was his tenuous tie to realm of man, and his own life and in the old mans aged state, freedom from his service had to be achieved. Experimenting with extra planar magic's he thought perhaps a new realm would serve as his salvation.
Something contacted him that day, a being outside contemporary existence. Something that The Widget himself struggles to talk about without the need to vomit out of fear. Needless say, this creature granted the imp new powers and freed him from the dying wizard. In return, he would serve as the mysterious outsider's agent. It's eyes, it's ears, it's tongue.
Searching for a new world to monitor for his master, the agent came a across a feud between two powerful entities. The half dragon spawn Matasoga and a mutineer known as Geners. Now this was interesting. Of course, what was a game without first creating a persona. The Widget took the facade of a orc mercenary and swore loyalty to Geners' cause. It became clear though why Matasoga held leadership over the guild for so long. In the last moments of the battle the 'orc' Widget re-evaluated where his loyalty stood and turned to serve Matasoga.
The facade was eventually dropped and The Widget in his 'true state' (a creature not disimaler to a dark elf), introduced himself to his master, explaining he arrived in this plane to serve the mightiest evil he could find. He seems loyal enough, even giddy when given an order.
Lies though, come far to easily.
Personality: The Widget enjoys games. Not so much winning them. He simply enjoys taking part. The creature is adept at lying, frequently acting foolish and harmless to distract from his rather cold and uncompromising cunning. His more violent and terrible facets lie just beneath his chipper exterior. Not say he isn't fun loving. On the contrary! Though it's clearly not an innocent love of games.
Powers: The Widget seems to have no sense of gravity, and will simply float just above the ground, much to his amusement. While he claims to be helpless in a fight, Widget's spell's consist of fire blots, acid arrows and far nastier things. While some can shape shift into others, The Widget creates a new persona, a form and personalty take if the time suits him. Perhaps is greatest asset though... baking.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:09 am
...............................♀εphynaʾs .................................................ρuggle♂≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
ℰphyna goes by many names, Jay and Jaz being two of the most common. She enjoys nicknames and encourages them with enthusiasm. It is preferred that you call her whatever you find to be most suiting, whether that be her actual name or something else.
Her age and race aren't really known.
Though it should be noted that she seems to have vampiric tendencies when in her male form.
℘ersonality
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ℑhis young lady has the tenacity of a bull and the curiosity of a cat. While her mind is usually bouncing around aimlessly, if she decides something, she's usually gonna' to stick to it no matter what.
She doesn't have many beliefs, but the few that she does have, she treasures and it is highly unlikely that you'll change her mind.
She's not usually one for conflict, so she might let you win just so that she can go back to bouncing around happily. But don't think that you've changed her mind. She's just dropped the subject for the time being.
Ephyna wants to know things.
She gulps down genderbender potions and often goes in serch of knowledge and fun.
She's dangerously curious and doesn't mind getting her paws dirty. She will probably chase after any silly question against better judgement. She loves experimenting, learning about other people and places. She will normally act easy going and submissive, but if there's something that she needs to know, she'll figure it out. Using force or not.
One of her great fascinations is people. All the different kinds, she's extremely friendly and loves meeting new people, no matter their shape, size or personality.
She thrives to stay positive and energetic. She loves helping, hugs and kisses. Such affections should be taken very lightly. Their almost always just friendly affections. Hearts and all. She just loves people.
And she is taken. By a young lady that she cares for very much. So it is important that her hugs and licks not be misinterpreted.
The people Ephyna enjoys most are the weird ones, the mean ones, the shy ones and the broken ones. She doesn't much care for those who follow the crowd. She believes that people should always speak their minds. It's excruciatingly hard to offend her and she wants to know what you're thinking.
For the most part, her intelligence is of a different kind. While she may not know a lot of mathematical equations or have all the states memorized, she's ever observant and far from being dumb.
Professionalism intimidates her more than anything. She keeps things lighthearted and casual.
ℬiogrophy
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ℛaised in a large family where everyone was different, Ephyna has grown a certain acceptance and openness. There's very little that she actually thinks makes you into a bad person. She believes everyone deserves a second chance. Her tolerance and patience are unusually high, but living in such an environment has given her a certain brutality. She doesn't believe in coddling the weak and believes that everyone should pull their own load.
If you hear anything about her family, its going to be good. She doesn't share the bad.
ℭapabilities
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ℏer abilities include an affinity for ice and electricity, lightning especially.
Her ice skills are still minimum and she needs a lot of practice.
Her only other notable qualities would be her inhuman endurance. Her will to live is insanely strong and she'll go to hell and back and she'll still be marching forward. You'll probably have to cut off her legs if you want her to kneel. 
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:30 pm
Oh no its Shandy.
Age: 25
Rank: Apostle Queen
Skills: Low level alchemy, used primarily for profit more than anything.
Superpowers?: Extremely limited.
Personality: Shandy isn't exactly what anyone would call charismatic. Having lived mostly in isolation, she is poorly socialized and thus can sometimes come off as an eccentric weirdo at first to those who have never met her. Those who get close enough to get past her defenses get to see her for the sweethearted dork she doesn't necessarily want people to know she really is.
Story: Being naturally reclusive and lacking in social skills, since the beginning she has struggled to find where she belongs in this mess of a world. But upon finding this guild, believes it may be right here, and is determined to move up in in its ranks... or die trying.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 9:59 pm
Name : Rose Age: Around 20 or so Race : Earth Nymph Personality : Sweet and shy, she's always one to give the benefit of the doubt, though it has put her in a predicament or two. She has a love for plant's, especially ones that flower. Her attitude is slightly childlike, though she is no child. Appearance: Rose's LookBio : She was found and raised by an older monk, who kept her secluded in the forest she felt so at home in. They were mostly left alone, for rumors said he lived as a hermit and a madman. It was not until he passed from old age that she left their home to travel away from her forest. Along the way she realized her knack with plant's had more to do with magic than just luck, and that magic has helped her along her way.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:46 pm
Raised in the bright, bustling streets and painted alleyways of the city, it was no surprise for the daughter of a poet and a painter to grow into a young woman with a penchant for urban art. Miss Maudlin “Maudi” Requiem, named so unfortunately after one of her mother’s poems, is a brilliant but pertinacious young woman who views the surrounding world as her inspiration and her canvas. Vandalism, desecration. There is no such thing in her world. Every line she makes on the face of a building is enhancing it, or a tribute to its beauty and no piece is ever ham-handed. However, the criminal nature of her actions cannot be avoided. After her first couple of arrests early on in her middle school years, Maudi has since become a talented traceuse as a means of escaping police hands.
Further concealing her identity is her signature, “MR.”, has lead police and the rest of the city to believe she is a man, which she is, of course, not. She is quite small, but solidly built as an athlete would be. As an extension of her creative nature, Maudi quite enjoys dying her hair and wearing colored contacts to change up her look by caprice, though her beloved side cut never seems to go away.
An interesting constant for one whose life is constantly in flux. Having flunked out of school, at twenty, Maudi is a professional temp, working here and there to pay the rent, eat and by more supplies while continuing her street art and displaying the odd piece here and there in her father’s gallery. Art is the sole driving force in her life, so much so that it pushes all else to the wayside. Her passion, in a way it is a magic within itself, bringing new life and beauty into the landscape around her, creating a whole new world.
Although this may seem like idyllic thinking, Miss. Maudlin’s story beings with a painting. Upon waking from a dream, she was struck be the insatiable urge to paint. Without the time to grab her mask and kit, Maudi set to work on her bedroom wall with a set of acrylics. A beautiful Gothic manor stood proudly amidst a vast and lush courtyard enclosed with an iron wrought fence slowly came into view and with it so did the sensations: grass beneath her feet instead of the wood floor, slick with paint and water, the strong, chilling surface of the fence versus the paintbrush against her palm. This was how she arrived at Matasoga’s mansion.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 11:51 am
Her Puppet ; Robo_iBenny
What they call her ; Grace Turner
She is this ; Human
She blew out this many candles ; 19
She is a ; Female
She prefers ; Males.
She looks like ; Grace looks about 22, is 5' 7" and weighs about 165lbs.
She has long red hair, hazel eyes, and beautiful skin.
Which, she inherited from her mother.
She loves to dress up, so you will see her in dresses and skirts alot.
She likes ; Singing - Dancing - Laughing - Cats - Music
She dislikes ; Bullying - Aggression - Being Alone - Silence
She has these traits ; Naive - Intelligent - Giddy - Tough - Caring
She also ; has three tattoo's, a cat named Dandelion, and loves strawberries.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 3:21 pm
In most ways, the best word to describe Ciel would be "changeable". As a shape-shifter, his appearance, age, and sex aren't particularly relevant. In terms of gender, Ciel generally thinks of himself as male, and accordingly, uses male pronouns when describing himself. However, he doesn't mind being addressed as "she" and often assumes a variety of female forms. Unsurprisingly, this fluidity can be a source of consternation for new acquaintances, and his friends suspect that he derives a great deal of amusement from it.
As a half-elf, half-changeling, Ciel inherited his shape-shifting ability from his mother's side of the family. From his father's side, it would seem that he only acquired longevity and a fondness for pointy ears. He is most comfortable in a humanoid form of about 5'8", and through experimentation he has found at least two constants: He is completely unable to alter his mass (although he can, to a certain extent, manipulate his form to appear larger or smaller), and the amount of effort required correlates directly to the degree of change involved. As such, there are definite limits to the shapes he can assume.
While he usually chooses to appear to be in his mid-twenties, Ciel is actually closer to 50 years old. If the life-span of his immediate family is any indication, he does not need to worry about physically aging any further, and can expect to live for centuries, barring any unfortunate accidents.
Ciel possesses no other special abilities, and is naturally somewhat clumsy. He is mostly useless in any sort of combat situation, and will go out of his way to avoid a confrontation, be it physical or verbal. He is quiet and reserved by nature, and is most content when curled up with a book and a bottle of wine. However, years of experience have allowed him to hone his ability to mimic a wide variety of personalities, if needed. Being something of a restless spirit, he has spent a number of years wandering from place to place without a concrete itinerary. His travels have also allowed him to pick up several other languages, and to try his hand at a variety of different trades.
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Posted: Wed Apr 01, 2015 9:12 pm
My name is Vulgier Eklund Dovahkiin Göransson, son of Göran. Descendant of the great Alvíss family, literally translated to "wisdom". My ancestors were the first humans to discover magic. Throughout the generations, my family has learned many magics from heaven, hell, and even from the dragons and those lost souls drifting in the void. They have also created many magics of their own, though many family members died in the process, because human bodies are weak, and there are some magics not meant to be used by them. Even so, we have perservered, and become masters of magic in our own right. My family has also made it a point to obtain any knowledge they can, thus the reason we have an extensive library containing every written record mankind has ever written, and many angelic, demonic, draconic, and void texts as well. We do our best to constantly add to this library, for wisdom and knowledge are one's greatest strength. Little to my knowledge, my family learned that there are many universes, and were going to create a portal to go learn as much as they could about the other universes. I myself was abandoned as a young child, left in an ancient underground civilization lost to time. One may think that it was wrong for my parents to leave me there, but there's more to it than that. A white dragon of legend had made that lost underground city it's home. My parents knew this and left me with a message, in Draconic, explaining who I was and who they were. Many dragons knew of my family, and so did this one, so out of sheer respect he took me under his wing and raised me himself. As I grew up, I learned many magics from my dragon mentor, and became strong surviving off the remnants of the ancient city. I learned to live in the dark, and due to this gained keen night vision. When I came of age, my dragon mentor told me of my origins, and the history of my family. I left him to go search for my family, but had to be enchanted so that my eyes didn't burn out of their sockets, and my skin didn't catch on fire when I, for the first time, stepped into the light. I finally found my family's ancient library, but none of my family members were there to greet me. Still to this day I have no idea what became of the Alviss family, and it constantly haunts me in my dreams. While I was studying this library, I happened upon a portal. I was a bit nervous at first, but finally stepped through, and stumbled into a new universe, where I met Shanderra. She told me of a great guild she was a part of, and that I may find a place there. I decided that all of my family's knowledge was useless sitting around with no one to use it, so I met with the leader of this Guild, Matasoga, and with him shared all of my family's knowledge, in hopes that I could be of service to the guild, and find a real purpose in my life. At the time of joining the guild, I am 32 years of age. 6'8", and a very gruff, tough build. I have a scar running from the top, back of my head, down to my right shoulder, from a battle I had with my own mentor. I'm lucky to be alive, he could have killed me, and I did nearly die many times. Luckily we were only sparring. I have Medium length light brown hair that shimmers gold when hit by sunlight. I have piercing, intelligent golden eyes, that are weathered and worn, due to everything I've been through along my travels, including a few broken hearts, many fights, loss of friends, and so-on and so-forth. I am a very kind, intelligent man. I can be gentle, but will become aggressive if agitated, or threatened. I love writing poetry, and drawing things that I find beautiful. I can speak many languages, such as Draconic, English, Japanese, Elvish, Archaicic Evlish, and Dwarfish. I know many magics, taught to me by my mentor, and what I've learned from my family's library. All of my weapons were crafted by my mentor, a sword carved from one of his teeth, and a flail also carved from his teeth. Whenever I get a critical hit with these weapons, my mentors voice booms forth causing massive damage, confusion, and piercing damage. I prefer not to wear armor, which is why my skin is very stiff and thick. I am usually brave, as I've not met many things that could scare me in my travels. I'm friendly enough, and love to meet new people, although trust is something earned with me.
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