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b]History:[/b] "A Fire crackling with life ,Rain Hiting the ground, and the sound of a crying baby was all that could be heard in a small three person campsite in the middle of the Forest ten miles from a tiny village. A few hours earlier the Baby was smiling happily as his mother was playing with him as his father was playing a soft melody on his guitar sadily in the next hour the baby's fate would change forever. In the next hour the family was sleeping silently as a band of rouges crept into their camp hoping to find some treasure. The parents woke up quickly after hearing their child scream at the top of his lungs with a small knife pressed against his throat as the leader of the bandits ordered his parents to hand over their treasure or their child was history. The parents quickly lunged at the bandit leader atmepting to save their child but since this is a story I'm gonna fast forward past the fight because this is Daemon's story.( Auron Quate Fools) The child cried for up to an hour until a large female wolf walked slowly into the campsite after smelling the fresh blood and heard the childs crys feeling sorry for such a young child the female wolf grabed the cloth he was wraped in with her mouth and carried him back to her den!
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Four years later on a full moon night the child given the name Daemon by his adoptive mother Ran through the forest with his younger brothers when he tripped and cut his palm on a jagged rock. Fearing infection Daemon ran to the closest stream in an atempt to wash the wound clean but as he ran to the spring he saw the moon shining over him when he reached the spring he opened his palm to check the wound but found that it has compeletly vanished no scab, no scar , or anything to show that he had even been hurt. Daemon was walking home fallowing the path until he saw an old man walking deeper into the forest curious Daemon began to fallow the old man until the old man stopped and quickly pulled a rapier out of no where and pointed it at Daemon causing him to fall backwards onto his butt.
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A year later Daemon sat quietly in a dimmly lit room with a blind fold over his eyes as his master quietly walked in and smiled softly to his adopted grandchild. "Daemon its time to begin your training for today." He said as Daemon nodded then carefully stood up and headed torwards the left side of the and stood ready to face his master. "Master I won't hold back this time." Daemon said confidently as the old man walked over to the right side of the room and activated a specail device that simulates full moon to allow full acess to their magic. Daemon created five silver short sword while his master created only a single katana. Three hours later Daemon was on the ground sweating profusly sporting a sharp cut on his left cheek with his master stand over him smiling to him.Daemon you still have a way to go." He said as he helped Daemon up and walked out of the room and ordered Daemon to fallow. Daemon removed his blind fold and calmly fallowed his master into the kitchen and sat down at the table as his master placed two plates of fresh deer meat and wild herbs onto the table and sat down across from him. Daemon finished his meal quickly and looked at his master. "Master I know that you said that a true lunar mage only fights using the blessing of Luna but why must we stay hidden in the ... " The young lunar mage apprentice is un able to finish his sentence as his master quickly created a razor sharp jian and pointed it at him with a sharp and ruthless glare. " We are out here because of people who fear us would have us killed if we lived in the open and don't ever ask such a question again" * The old man said furiously as he finished his food not dispelling the jian keeping it pointed at his grandson windpipe. After your done with the dishes get back to training with a thousand push ups and ten hours of combat training while being blindfolded and ears plugged." . Daemon gulped deeply knowing that he was serous he nodded quickly then picked up the plates and quickly washed the dishes and headed into the training room wearing his black blind fold and a pair of ear plugs and waited for his master to come in and beat the tar out of him again.
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As another year faded into memory Daemon's physical body had developed into a powerful weapon the Spartan training his master had forced him to endure everyday. his enhanced reflexes brought up by many months of training against wild animals allowed his body to be able to flow like a river one moment then strike like a thunderous waterfall the next , His physical strength had reached the point where a single well pinpointed strike could take down a raging Vulcan as if it was a small chil..... "
RP Sample: A small campfire roared as a young man with a bandaged left arm sat down with a small foun with a missing right leg and several squirrals laid dead next to him as two small black wolf cubs sat at his feet. " Dinners almost done guys " The man said to the young pups as he carefully pulled the leg out of the fire and threw a small portion to the pups and smiled as they both began to devour the cooked venisen.
Face Claim: Raven From Elsword
b]History:[/b] "A Fire crackling with life ,Rain Hiting the ground, and the sound of a crying baby was all that could be heard in a small three person campsite in the middle of the Forest ten miles from a tiny village. A few hours earlier the Baby was smiling happily as his mother was playing with him as his father was playing a soft melody on his guitar sadily in the next hour the baby's fate would change forever. In the next hour the family was sleeping silently as a band of rouges crept into their camp hoping to find some treasure. The parents woke up quickly after hearing their child scream at the top of his lungs with a small knife pressed against his throat as the leader of the bandits ordered his parents to hand over their treasure or their child was history. The parents quickly lunged at the bandit leader atmepting to save their child but since this is a story I'm gonna fast forward past the fight because this is Daemon's story.( Auron Quate Fools) The child cried for up to an hour until a large female wolf walked slowly into the campsite after smelling the fresh blood and heard the childs crys feeling sorry for such a young child the female wolf grabed the cloth he was wraped in with her mouth and carried him back to her den!
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Four years later on a full moon night the child given the name Daemon by his adoptive mother Ran through the forest with his younger brothers when he tripped and cut his palm on a jagged rock. Fearing infection Daemon ran to the closest stream in an atempt to wash the wound clean but as he ran to the spring he saw the moon shining over him when he reached the spring he opened his palm to check the wound but found that it has compeletly vanished no scab, no scar , or anything to show that he had even been hurt. Daemon was walking home fallowing the path until he saw an old man walking deeper into the forest curious Daemon began to fallow the old man until the old man stopped and quickly pulled a rapier out of no where and pointed it at Daemon causing him to fall backwards onto his butt.
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A year later Daemon sat quietly in a dimmly lit room with a blind fold over his eyes as his master quietly walked in and smiled softly to his adopted grandchild. "Daemon its time to begin your training for today." He said as Daemon nodded then carefully stood up and headed torwards the left side of the and stood ready to face his master. "Master I won't hold back this time." Daemon said confidently as the old man walked over to the right side of the room and activated a specail device that simulates full moon to allow full acess to their magic. Daemon created five silver short sword while his master created only a single katana. Three hours later Daemon was on the ground sweating profusly sporting a sharp cut on his left cheek with his master stand over him smiling to him.Daemon you still have a way to go." He said as he helped Daemon up and walked out of the room and ordered Daemon to fallow. Daemon removed his blind fold and calmly fallowed his master into the kitchen and sat down at the table as his master placed two plates of fresh deer meat and wild herbs onto the table and sat down across from him. Daemon finished his meal quickly and looked at his master. "Master I know that you said that a true lunar mage only fights using the blessing of Luna but why must we stay hidden in the ... " The young lunar mage apprentice is un able to finish his sentence as his master quickly created a razor sharp jian and pointed it at him with a sharp and ruthless glare. " We are out here because of people who fear us would have us killed if we lived in the open and don't ever ask such a question again" * The old man said furiously as he finished his food not dispelling the jian keeping it pointed at his grandson windpipe. After your done with the dishes get back to training with a thousand push ups and ten hours of combat training while being blindfolded and ears plugged." . Daemon gulped deeply knowing that he was serous he nodded quickly then picked up the plates and quickly washed the dishes and headed into the training room wearing his black blind fold and a pair of ear plugs and waited for his master to come in and beat the tar out of him again.
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As another year faded into memory Daemon's physical body had developed into a powerful weapon the Spartan training his master had forced him to endure everyday. his enhanced reflexes brought up by many months of training against wild animals allowed his body to be able to flow like a river one moment then strike like a thunderous waterfall the next , His physical strength had reached the point where a single well pinpointed strike could take down a raging Vulcan as if it was a small chil..... "
RP Sample: A small campfire roared as a young man with a bandaged left arm sat down with a small foun with a missing right leg and several squirrals laid dead next to him as two small black wolf cubs sat at his feet. " Dinners almost done guys " The man said to the young pups as he carefully pulled the leg out of the fire and threw a small portion to the pups and smiled as they both began to devour the cooked venisen.
Face Claim: Raven From Elsword
