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Nyrix created on 04th of October 2017, and is dead and gone (19 years old, 53 hours, 12 months lifetime)

Title: the Grand Master of Seasons
Gender: Male
Level: 50
Class: half-elf monk

Background history:

  1. Between the Light and Darkness. - posted at 2017-10-25 15:54:09
Between the Light and Darkness.
The light dawn brings about the Knights of Valour, when light fades to dark the Legions of darkness creep out from within the shadows. Each and every day these forces battle across the lands, causing destruction and chaos to the land and it's inhabitants. When the Keepers of old arrive the lands once more become calm as they battle to keep balance within the lands, when they have done such the Knights and Legionaires calm and tend to their own. Such has been the way since Nyrix was born. His mother and father would often find him sneaking throughout the wilds, observing these battles as they transpired day in and day out. One of these such days Nyrix failed to return to his home and so his parents set out to find him. They found him observing as they had so many times before, but this time something was different. The air was filled with static, lightning, fire, ice could all be seen raining from the skies and Nyrix was caught in the eye of the storm. Nyrix could see his parents trudging through the storm toward where he lay upon the ground. By the time his parents reached him their bodies were covered in lacerations, and burns of fire and ice. They used their bodies in an attempt to shield Nyrix from the elements. When the storm faded Nyrix crawled out from beneath the corpses of his now deceased parents. The Knight and Legionaire had already departed the area as they chased each other across the lands in their battle. Nyrix bowed his head in prayer, asking for strength and guidance in his time of loss. A voice crept into his mind, a voice that called itself Virgil. Nyrix then felt a calmness radiate throughout his body as he was granted Virgil's blessing. The voice told him to seek out the Keepers and to aid them however few they may be, so that peace could take hold in the lands, and to help prevent the innocent loss of life that many had experienced much like his parents.


Description:

Before you stands a poised statue like man of half-elven descent. He stands tall and rigid, his shoulders pulled back firmly and hands clasped tightly before his waist. Sandy brown hair juts down across his face at an angle, covering his right eye completely. The eye you can see is a dark green in color, much like that of a sharp cut emerald. His smooth marble like skin is tanned lightly from his travels in the sun, it is difficult to ascertain his age as his skin gives no hints. A small nose leads into thin pressed lips, a slight smile plays across his face as he gazes at you. As he looks at you his body gives of a sense of ease but also unwarriness, at this moment you cannot tell whether he is friend or foe.


PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 2 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 1 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)

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