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Name: Neptune
Race: Elyos
Class: Spiritmaster
Age: 50
Description: Light skined, long white hair with deep purple eyes. Carries a silver spear since the war began, along with long white robes.
Biography:Mostly once found in the libraries before the war began, Neptune has taken up his spear in an effort to help protect his friends. His pets are strong from the years of studying, unfortunatly his stamina isnt what it used to be. Great on the battlefield but only for a short spat. He is part of the legion of Divinity and so fights along side them as well as being on his own.
IC:Neptune
Neptune sliced the female asmdians face sending her spinning to the ground. She seemed to have been a sorcerer for now she no longer moved. "The ambush has gone well,” Neptune thought to himself.
There was a loud roar that caused Neptune to jolt his head skyward. It seemed that a rather bulky asmodian was going to come in for a rough landing. Neptune quickly decided to take it upon himself to snuff out this "rouge flame".
He quickly made his way through the crowd. His white robes caught attention but his spear was quick enough that he fended off any would be attackers.
As he broke from the crowd he saw that it was three gladiators who were targeted. He decided he had best intervene for the asmodian looked to be the fiercest here. Kneeling one knee to the ground, he closed his eyes. One of his hands he then placed palm down upon the earth. He could feel the vibrations of battle, the smell of the bloody dirt. These things he quickly let his mind shake loose, for what he really needed was the life potential of the earth.
"This should cause him to falter" Neptune thought with a thin smile.
As he placed his palm the earth between the gladiators and the incoming asmodian swelled to the size of a small hill. The top of which crumbled until small plants appeared, looking meek in the light of the Abyss. All it took was one breath of time. The hill exploded into a frenzy of vines and roots that rocketed to the sky. The fastest extensions formed a thick and gnarled hand. The rest of the roots stilled to form a wizened tree. The hand was still moving, breathing, waiting to crush the asmodian.
It wasn’t until then that Neptune opened his tired violet eyes.
Tag: Karnage
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