My earliest memories are a pale blue sky and a bright golden sun.
Floating above all and diving as fast as I could inches from the ground
bringing grief and wrinkles to my mother as a child. My parents could never
understand the freedom I felt being able to soar above them as I was found,
perhaps left for dead near a small village. I did not know my heritage nor
did I care to find out, my only care was my new family and my love for
flight. My father was a master swordsman and a highly touted blacksmith.
He made the finest blades in the land. From morning until night I would
watch him hammer and shape steel into beautiful instruments. One fateful
day a man I did not recognize rode in on giant white horse draped in gold
leaf spewing obscenities to the town's people. He ordered everyone to kneel
before him and seek forgiveness for their sins. Many people complied as
they were too afraid, but my father refused to kneel. The man on the horse
flew in a fit of rage and knocked my father to the ground. I rushed over to
him, but the horse has crushed in his chest and I could hear my father
gasping for breath. I flew as high as I could and dove straight at the man
plunging my spear through his belly and carrying him off into the air. I
let his body slide from my spear and crash to the ground creating a bloody
mess. To my surprise the people I had grown to love branded me an outcast
and forced me to leave. I was no longer welcome due to my violent nature.
I have travelled the lands seeking those who would benefit from my talents
and cultivate my nature.
Description:
The man standing before you has a physique lacking strength, although, it is expected of this being. He is cloaked in a dark robe, blending in with the other shadowy and sickening compliments. He stands at almost six feet in height with dark maroon skin. His features are flawless, his eyes are a deep green which is unusual for his kind. His hair is jet black, shoulder length and flows in the wind. His wings are very large, and feathers have an orange hue. There is a sinister grin on his face, revealing perfect teeth, all white in color. Coiled in his hand is large leathery whip with a bit of flesh dripping with blood. He is armor is form fitting made of pure onyx. It is light and flexible to compliment his dexterity. There is a dark aura surrounding this being emanating death and despair.
This was my first semi serious attempt at any char other than a ranger in a long time. I was quickly reminded of how much I prefer rangers to warriors when fighting Balan, but I really love avians now. With the combat changes where you don't really need to switch primary weapons, helps slower people like myself, but all the combat skills just overloads my brain. I was really just too used to dirt flee murder. Please clean up the roster in cabals I don't see the point in keeping peoples names there when they haven't shown up in 80 days. The goal once I started playing him again was to fight people and just die to con death, but it started getting a little trashy for me.
We were on the same team bro no need to prick it out with a member unless your about to slay the shit out of them to pick up a level also what I was going to do to you out of nowhere cause nycs got me on the chopping block:D
that was in reply to Bladefurry saying I "have him on the chopping block". I'm not a very passive aggressive person. If I was out to get you, you wouldn't suspect it you'd [b:b2a9d3975e]know[/b:b2a9d3975e].
Imms in general have no idea who you are and I have no idea who is playing what until someone applies to the cabal I run or gives me a reason to look through logs (like getting reported or making me check to see if you broke a rule).
I did not know Rythan too well, so I can't really comment on the character. All I can say is he never really stood out in any way. What's with the comments for someone who wasn't so hot???
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Imms in general have no idea who you are and I have no idea who is playing what until someone applies to the cabal I run or gives me a reason to look through logs (like getting reported or making me check to see if you broke a rule).
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I know these names
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Ozaru is just a one-trick pony, but not even close to those two village idiots.
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