Werewolf [NVC] Scattered Soul
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Character description
:Nothing in life could've prepared you from what had happened. Your body aches, your muscles tight, your mind running a mile a minute with no signs of catching up. You run, breathless, trying to find the next bend so you can hide behind it. Nothing prepared you from what you saw, or what you experienced:
:Through the battles you may have gone through, this one seemed different...in fact of all the supernatural you've seen, this one seemed more than just fiction. The way he moved when he attacked just seened, unusual..strange and mesmerizing. You think to yourself that it was a miracle that you even made it out alive:
:Hair of white, bangs concealing his vision from you, averting his stare, the back tied into a long braid that seemed to drop down to his calves. Eyes of multicolor hue, the left a piercing green, the right a soothing blue. A scar shot down from his left temple, over his eye and down to his cheek, though his eyesight seemed fine enough despite the wound. Backed by a rather handsome visage, he carried himself well. His posture showing strong signs of confidence, and his stance showing strength and wisdom from countless battles. Garbbed in a simple pair of blue-jean pants hugging aganst his hips, a black undershirt with a black dress-shirt over it, buttoned up halfway. A simple necklace lay around his neck of silver, a ring of the same quality lay around his right ring finger, and a watch upon his left wrist. Black steeltoes upon his feet, garnered with metal plates up the middle and dissapearing beneath his pant legs, presumably going up a way before stopping. A long, black leather duster accentuated the outfit, a long slit traveling up the middle of the back, splitting the length of the coat in two sides. The front didn't have buttons, but merely a second layer of leather with a zippered section that spanned the length of his torso from his neck down, the rest seemed to be broken length, almost as if the zipper could travel farther, but would stop around the belt:
:His weapon of choice, a sheathed straight-edge blade, held around a strap held at his left side, and sometimes upon his back for added concealment:
:Panting heavily, you grunt as you grip your left side and notice a deep groove in your skin and flesh. You raise your hand to meet your eyesight...no blood? You grunt and groan, trying to stifle your moaned words of pain: "I..I could've sworn..that he didn't move, at all.." :Is what you repeat to yourself, going through the steps of the battle. His motions seemed fluid, though they weren't really noticed at all. Before you could even start the fight, you felt the pain, realized you were outmatched and ran:
:The blow is starting to take it's toll as you stumble a couple more steps, your vision blurring before you collapse:
:Moments later, you regain your vision to find him kneeling beside you, whispering: "Let this be a lesson to you. It's better to judge your opponent and loose, than rush into battle and die." :You were left with these words before you passed out:
:Through the battles you may have gone through, this one seemed different...in fact of all the supernatural you've seen, this one seemed more than just fiction. The way he moved when he attacked just seened, unusual..strange and mesmerizing. You think to yourself that it was a miracle that you even made it out alive:
:Hair of white, bangs concealing his vision from you, averting his stare, the back tied into a long braid that seemed to drop down to his calves. Eyes of multicolor hue, the left a piercing green, the right a soothing blue. A scar shot down from his left temple, over his eye and down to his cheek, though his eyesight seemed fine enough despite the wound. Backed by a rather handsome visage, he carried himself well. His posture showing strong signs of confidence, and his stance showing strength and wisdom from countless battles. Garbbed in a simple pair of blue-jean pants hugging aganst his hips, a black undershirt with a black dress-shirt over it, buttoned up halfway. A simple necklace lay around his neck of silver, a ring of the same quality lay around his right ring finger, and a watch upon his left wrist. Black steeltoes upon his feet, garnered with metal plates up the middle and dissapearing beneath his pant legs, presumably going up a way before stopping. A long, black leather duster accentuated the outfit, a long slit traveling up the middle of the back, splitting the length of the coat in two sides. The front didn't have buttons, but merely a second layer of leather with a zippered section that spanned the length of his torso from his neck down, the rest seemed to be broken length, almost as if the zipper could travel farther, but would stop around the belt:
:His weapon of choice, a sheathed straight-edge blade, held around a strap held at his left side, and sometimes upon his back for added concealment:
:Panting heavily, you grunt as you grip your left side and notice a deep groove in your skin and flesh. You raise your hand to meet your eyesight...no blood? You grunt and groan, trying to stifle your moaned words of pain: "I..I could've sworn..that he didn't move, at all.." :Is what you repeat to yourself, going through the steps of the battle. His motions seemed fluid, though they weren't really noticed at all. Before you could even start the fight, you felt the pain, realized you were outmatched and ran:
:The blow is starting to take it's toll as you stumble a couple more steps, your vision blurring before you collapse:
:Moments later, you regain your vision to find him kneeling beside you, whispering: "Let this be a lesson to you. It's better to judge your opponent and loose, than rush into battle and die." :You were left with these words before you passed out:
Statistics
| Total loot: | 106,741.41 kgs of flesh |
| Victims bitten (via link): | 20 |
| Fights: | 665 |
| Victories: | 149 |
| Defeats: | 516 |
| Draws: | 0 |
| Gold gained: | ~ 7,000.00  |
| Gold lost: | ~ 19,000.00 |
| Damage to enemies: | 22575.94 |
| Damage from enemies: | 166385.51 |
The attributes of [NVC] Scattered Soul:
| Character level: | Level 26 |
| Strength: |    (25) |
| Defence: | (50) |
| Agility: | (40) |
| Stamina: | (42) |
| Dexterity: | (25) |
| Experience: |   (3390|3380) |
The ancestral site statistics of [NVC] Scattered Soul
| Attempted challenges: | 0 |
| Successful challenges: | 0 |
| Failed challenges: | 0 |
The sentinel of [NVC] Scattered Soul
| Sentinel breed: | Hound |
| Sentinel name: | Maleficent |
| Attack: | (20) |
| Defence: | (26) |
| Stamina: | (26) |
Profile
| Gender: | male |
| Age: | 20-25 Years |
| Hometown: | Lombard, Illinois |
| ICQ-number: | --- |
| MSN Messenger: | --- |
| Yahoo Messenger: | PseudoSamurai19 |
| AIM-Name: | Lighthawkdragon |
| Jabber ID | --- |
| Skype ID | --- |
Arena
[NVC] Scattered Soul has not yet achieved a special arena rank.
[NVC] Scattered Soul has created 2 Werewolves so far: