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Ijana

level 51

♝Violence is my passion

Age 8 years 5 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 69 thousand
Death Count 33
Wins / Losses 29 / 5
Temple Completed at 10/25/2016
Wood for Ark 6.2%
Savings 299 thousand (1.0%)
Pet Solar bear Oy 21st level

Equipment

Weapon tropical punch +60
Shield writer's block +61
Head wind turban +60
Body runic tunic +60
Arms slay-tex gloves +60
Legs micro kilt +60
Talisman pair of brass balls +59

Skills

  • poisoned kiss level 23
  • beer belly level 23
  • mass effect level 20
  • acid tears level 19
  • radioportation level 17
  • slap of the whale level 16
  • explosive character level 16
  • forced generosity level 15
  • dragon pout level 15
  • lucky hoof level 14

Pantheons

Templehood20949
Gladiatorship7917

Achievements

  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Animalist, 2nd rank
  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Renegade, 2nd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Champion, 3rd rank
  • Invincible, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Shipwright, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Iᴊ’ᴀɴᴀ, the Forlorn Sidhe of Frozen Flame
[ ay-ahn-uh ] ↴

Creation

At the verge of insanity and paradox, two creatures were butchered and melded into one – sidhe and unseelie. An unholy abomination came forth of the union and was baptized in the poisonous blood of a wyvern’s tail. Her naked flesh rose from the sickly ooze and from her mouth a feral scream of agony.

She was created not because she was needed, but simply to see if her masters could marry flame and frost in one entity.

They succeeded.

Baptism

Bathed in the crimson spew of her human-sized opponent, the diminutive creature continued to swing her moderately large scythe into the dying woman’s flesh. Continuing to carve deeper into her chest until the pulsing organ was exposed, pumping its vital fluids everywhere but within vein. With a final, sinister giggle, Ij’ana slammed the bladed end down into the heart of her victim and laughed as the blood sprayed everywhere.

It only took her moments to render the trained solder immobile, thanks to her barbed tail – many likened it to a scorpion’s. The poison sunk deep in the woman and she began to vomit immediately after the chimeric pixie landed her first blow.

She was perfect.