Deimos the Reaper master of nothing place, of recoil and grace The beast arched a brow at the obvious, sarcastic, facetious designation, casually glancing down at his clothing, shrugging. They’d never signified anything but a working man’s distinction: meant for traversing, hunting, mauling, fighting, and pummeling; anything else wouldn’t have suited. A bright, ostentatious glamor wasn’t him (especially if a majority of the time he deigned to cloak himself amongst shadows), nor were anything substantial or expensive – with the amount of garb and garments he ruined (bloodied, ripped, torn), it would’ve been wasteful anyway. Amalia had managed to wrangle him into some formal pieces for weddings - and that mode of thought instantly stung, and he scraped away from it quickly. “Not everyone can have your flair,” was a grumbling remark, smirk indented on the corners of his mouth, meant to be taken however Adam wished. |
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the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
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