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GM Approved
Name: Roy Volt
Race: Elyos
Class: Cleric
Age: 21
Description: Roy stands at roughly 6'1" tall and 170 lbs. He has laid back blue hair and deep blue eyes to match. He wears the basic magic-amplifying robe of the Clergy and wields a mace of custom make.
Biography: Roy has dedicated his life to the Clergy and learning the ways of the healers to help the battle against the Balaur, though he is still learning. Roy is not completely against the Asmodian. He sees them as Daeva as well, nothing more and nothing less. While Roy is not on active duty or working within the Clergy, he is working as his fathers smithing assistant, learning to make weapons. It is obvious Roy is larger than most other cleric, however he uses this to his advantage and practices with his mace as often as possible.
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IC: Roy
Inside the fortress
Roy watched the battle rage on with hawk-like eyes, though he watched his own comrades closer than he watched the dreaded Balaur. He was just waiting for one of them to slip up, to miss their mark, then he could step in. When one of the knights took one too many hits, Roy was already in action. He closed his eyes and chanted, small white orbs forming in the palm of his hand. He opened his eyes and finished the incantation, causing the orbs to flow from his hand like strings towards the weakening knight. The lights wrapped around the knights body and sunk through the armor, healing his wounds at a miraculous speed and giving him the energy to continue the fight.
Content that the knight was healthy enough, Roy stepped forward towards the front line, to get a better look at the number of Balaur. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a lone sorcerer walking towards the gate, trailing behind a group of running knights in plate armor. Roy jogged down towards the tired sorcerer and when he was about halfway there, he started chanting. He stopped a few yards away from the sorcerer and finished the incantation, the same light from before moved away from his hand in strings and circled the sorcerers body, revitalizing his energy. "We could use your hand up here," Roy stated calmly as if they were talking about the weather.
TAG: Zecks
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