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Khai created on 17th of December 2020, and is dead and gone (20 years old, 41 hours, 2 months lifetime)

Title: the Master of Snow
Gender: Male
Level: 40
Class: human monk

Background history:

  1. Blood and... more blood. - posted at 2020-12-30 00:09:05
Blood and... more blood.
Some time during the Celestial of Vanity, a woman's screams pierced the night. Blood spewed forth from between her legs, too much blood. A baby's head starts to show, the crown as supple as a rotten apple. The woman's screams continue until there is nothing but silence. The midwives gather around and begin to make preparations for the funeral. It is eerily quiet, especially with a newborn baby in the room. The midwives are shaken, for no newborn baby doesn't utter a single sound, especially so as its very own mother is screaming her death cry. The baby boy is taken to the local orphanage, a place of cruelty and suffering that the outside tends to never see. A few years later, the local monastery abbott pays a visit to the orphanage as per the monastery's rules. At first he doesn't seem to notice the quiet little boy in the corner, not until he realizes the boy is WATCHING him. Not watching in the normal sense, but with some profound and obtruse way, as if he could see not only into the abbott's very soul, but through it as well. Immediately the abbott took an interest and signed the necessary documents to send the boy to the monastery where he would be trained. Several more years pass by, the boy is as quiet as ever though has shown promise in the martial arts. Too much promise, for too much blood is cleaned constantly upon the sparring grounds behind the monastery. The abbott thought he might be able to make sense of the boy, now a young man, but he was just as confused and baffled as he was from the very first day they had met. He thought it best to send the man away, lest something far more sinister happen than a few dead bodies.


A man dark of skin and lithe of stature stands before you, his almond eyes focused in intense concentration. Beads of sweat roll down from the top of a head devoid of any hair and have started to stain the uppermost of his garments. He is swathed in clothing of a soft yet durable material and some type of wrap is seen covering his neck. He moves with the grace only seen in those with the confidence and air of absolute certainty in all manners. Coal lines the edges of his eyes and sweep backwards over his temples in a curving gesture. Covering the majority of his body are swirling patterns and strange designs, all of which have been continuously made anew with fresh blood. A dark aura wraps itself around the man like a warm cloak and with it comes the feeling of despair and misery.

PK stats:

Kills: 5, Deaths: 0 (Ratio: 5:0, Efficiency: 100%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 0 (Ratio: 0:0, Efficiency: 0%)

Kills by class:
bard: 1, monk: 1, paladin: 1, healer: 1, ranger: 1,
Killed by class:


  1. Rampaged as an applicant, had super high hopes for this one. Inducted and then never seen again. Made me sad, good luck with the next.
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    1. Ashlyn [reply]
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      Super dark background, holy shit.
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