| Regeneration : |
16 |
| Luck : |
4 |
| Energetic immunity : |
20 |
| Trade sense : |
6 |
| Briskness : |
37 |
| Initiative : |
11 |
| Defence : |
44 |
| Attack : |
84 |
| Power : |
9 |
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| Principle of Light |
= 86 |
| Principle of Enthropy |
= 74 |
| Principle of Balance |
= 70 |
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| The Once and Future King or Chevalier Mal Fet |
GoGoroth has little remarkable about him upon first glace. Being slightly below average height, oftimes causes others to overlook him, usually to their peril. He wears a warriors close cropped hair. It is light brown to blonde depending upon the season and his eyes are brown. Again seemingly ordinary. A great part of his drive stems from the bruised ego, of this ill made hero. He has a pink complexion. He is heavily muscled, though of ancient noble blood, his humble background, as a woodsman, gives him a robust nature. A wide scar above his right eyebrow speaks to his willingness to meet confrontation head on. Sometimes literally. The ancient nobility in his blood bears with it a curse. Luck is rarely on his side. Anything that can go wrong, will, and at the least opportune time. This has left him cynical and prone to the occasionally dark rage. It has also led to his caustic wit and wry sense of humor. When everything is out to get you, you also become adaptable. In the familiar face of adversity he is calm and collected. He stoically faces and overcomes each situation. He sees the world in ideals, black and white, though when pragmatism demands it, he can traverse the grey. This tendancy towards the ideal has left him with a profound sense of justice. He is righteous and will never back down from a cause he deems worthy. Once his loyalty is gained, it is unwavering.
made it through the labyrinth by Pure spite...
Received a choice creature...the potential of which is still shrouded...
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| Page 478 - The Traveler |
| Bearing the stress that came over her land because of the unexplainable sphere, sad and thinking of her father, Great Khalazdad, thinking dark thoughts of what happend to the Shade Sentinel, .Peace. holds a small vial filled with dark liquid in her hands. With tear in her eyes she understands what she must do to follow her dad and his wishes. The fine line between sanity and despair merged with her present. Looking to the horizon .Peace. speaks her last words "I hear the wind blowing across the desert and I see the moons of a winter night rising like great ships in the void. To them I give my life." ... |
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