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Revrant
Player ID: 208648
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Regeneration : 6
Energetic immunity : 7
Trade sense : 1
Briskness : 4
Initiative : 0
Defence : 8
Attack : 12
Power : 3
Luck : 2
Time Principle = 10
Principle of Balance = 21
Principle of Light = 1
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Battle stats
Won: 64 | Lost: 62
Honor: 656
MindPower: 3
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Name: Gabrial Morlan, "Revrant" Age:21 Sex: male Height: 6'0"

Eye color: Yellow, almost like a wolf

Clothing: A hooded red vest with a cross on the back of the hood, a silver trench coat with intricate golden crosses(lost the coat), black pants and heavy boots along with black studed gloves and a red belt. Also wears a red scarf that conseals his mouth and nose, showing his eyes above.

Abilities: Growing up in a large crowded city, Revrant learned the skill of "free running". Was raised by a priest after he was seperated from his real parents; knows how to use a multitude of weapons (both conventional and unethical). Resourceful as well.

Equiptment: thuribel, halfshovel, ten pairs of scissors, a revrant blade, several crosses, fifteen vials of holy water, a golden stop watch, and assorted clothing. A brick, spade, fifteen jars, nineteen rations of food, and five pair's of studded gloves,



Back Story: Work in Progress

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Page 517 - A Debt Repaid
Eon hefted his coin pouch, pleased at its weight. He repeated to himself the names of the Tainted Warriors to die. Familiar chatter surrounded the Gazebo of Equilibrium. Nobody saw him slit the throat of the sleeping Fire Starter, but Vicious Chaossword discovered the dead man slumped over in a pool of his own blood. She looked at the others arrayed around the gazebo and noticed a smirk on Maebius's face."This is your doing," she said, and Maebius gave a small nod. "But why?" She demanded. "Why is not for the public record," he replied. "It had to be done. Now it is done." A week later Syrian looked around frantically as a spellgate dropped her in front of the gazebo. She spied the flash of Eon's dagger descending on her just in time to take a glancing blow just below the collar. She jumped through a gate to King Azull, who was writing in his office in the Accursed Growth. "Eon came for me!" she gasped, breathless and bloody. The king met her eyes. "We're being hunted," he said. ...
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