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Battle stats
Won: 741 | Lost: 1770
Honor: 3066

 
Medusa Ceremonial Armour
Principle of Enthropy = 87
Principle of Cyclicity = 129
Principle of Balance = 90
Principle of Imagination = 65
Principle of Light = 116

Woodcutters
(Loreroot)
The oneness of your housing is at 10 %


Regeneration : -256
Energetic immunity : -297
Trade sense : -179
Briskness : -179
Initiative : -101
Defence : 36
Attack : -125
Power : -31
Luck : 29
Woodcutting : 22
Waterhandling : 0
*herbalism : 0
*filtering : 0

Comments on Self


Physical Profile

Height: 6'7''
Build: Reasonably Toned
Skin Colour: Tanned
Hair Colour: Blond
Eye Colour: Orange
RP Ability(s): Temporary shape-shift to Sludge-Form

About Me

My aims:

  • To be hounorable
  • To win battles
  • Not to die(Obviously)
  • To upgrade my creatures to the max.
  • To play by the rules
  • To forgive and forget
  • And be the best I know I can be.

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I am not a warrior.
I am The Warrior.

This is my story, starting for the last thing I remember...

Pain. Desperate pain. Utter Destuction. Nothing. No light, no dark, no colour, no time, no senses, no mind, no being, nothing. And then a voice. I could hear a voice. I could hear. I had senses! But still I saw nothing. I had to be a being - so there was a being, me. And I had a mind to work that out. All of that passed, so therefore there must be time. So there was time. I must be able to see something otherwise I'd be going mad with my mind unable to comprehend utter nothing. So I saw something. Light, darkness and colours swam into my vision.

I remembered. I had escaped from deep inside my own mind; hidden from my own knowledge. I had been possesed by the same thing that had caused me all that pain. It had used me to cause great destruction. My world was gone. I was floating between gigantic orbs of rock, ice, water, air, and fire... and nothing. I hate nothing. I ran. Floated away from that huge orb of nothing.

I was still floating and had been for a very long time, I don't know exactly how long for I nothing to measure time. Then before me was a burst of light. Death was what I thought it was. I was floating directly for it. I looked into it. A window is how I'd describe it. I looked down into a colourless realm. I fell.

That is how I came to MagicDuel. I then fashioned myself a new name. I have learned some of the skills the possessive being has left me with. My primary aim is to destroy that being.

My Wishes

  • To be an RPC or at least PWR.
  • To be able to create Quests and bestow awards.
  • The ability to prevent someone from being able to attack
  • To own a Drachorn
  • To have access to all lands

Personal Hate List


About Hate

I hate no-one.
I feel "hate" is too stronger word.
I do not "love" any-one either.

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These are the "things" I hate, for it is O.K. for one to hate something or somethings:

  • The Head Contest, it causes too many unwanted attacks.
  • XP Caps
  • Creature (Upgrade) Requirements
  • Day of Tranquillity

My Enemies

  • Sir Blut
    Doesn't hold up his side of a bargain.
Some of my creatures
Master of Puppets Water Daimon III Elemental V Chaos Archer Unholy Pope Angien Majestic Winderwild Hollow Warrior Knator War Master Walking Tree Grasan Huvourer
Adepts