CODE.
Most of my characters have PTSD and they are not okay.
My characters[edit]
Characters
|
Name |
Profession |
Race |
Gender |
Level |
Order |
Notes
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Myrra Sparkclaw |
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80 |
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Iron legion, gladium, misfit among Charr. Mercy is not a soldier's luxury. So they tell her. In way over her head. Presses on anyway.
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Nisa Visser |
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80 |
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Elonian refugee, Ebonhawke scout, former Separatist saboteur. An embittered survivor. Always running. Always.
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Heulwin |
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80 |
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Remnants of Dream in a Soundless struggle. Amidst overwhelming empathic noise, a quiet, terrifying voice he can't understand. He seeks answers... if not true silence.
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Cymdei |
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80 |
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Older sister to Heulwin. Friendly, warm of heart if not of hand - but offbeat, unsettling. Weird. There's an edge there somewhere.
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Procca |
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80 |
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Dynamics personified. Boundless enthusiasm. The definition of living is constant discovery. Nothing is sacred in science. Not even science.
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Gellir Geirunnr |
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80 |
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An old, old, old Owl shaman. One last vanguard of her legend. The tired soul yet shall not waver, for honoring her keeps her alive.
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Gleenie |
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80 |
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A wild card, puller of many strings. If she serves something beyond her own ends, no one knows what it is.
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Teddy Levone Evans |
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80 |
- |
An adaptation of a friend's Spy OC from TF2 (with her knowledge). Stabby stabby.
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Panther Ghostcaller |
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80 |
- |
Long live the mighty hunter. May his Mistly snackrifices be endless.
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Hekla Hansdóttir |
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new |
- |
A loud, proud, aspiring skaald. Sharp as the knife, stubborn as the stone, stalwart as the Bear.
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