Hero

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D-bull 23

level 67

Pain is Temporary

Age 13 years 7 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 137 thousand
Death Count 123
Wins / Losses 60 / 46
Temple Completed at 01/22/2015
Wood for Ark 49.5%
Savings 2M, 46k (6.8%)
Pet Heffalump Fang 16th level

Equipment

Weapon cutting-edge weapon +76
Shield counter offer +77
Head iron mask +76
Body machine-washable plate mail +76
Arms off-the-cufflinks +76
Legs tic tac toes +76
Talisman heavy metal band +77

Skills

  • clinical strike level 41
  • falcon punch level 38
  • lucky hoof level 36
  • battle chess level 35
  • scissorhands level 35
  • eye scream level 34
  • contagious yawning level 34
  • instant hairloss level 30
  • spoon-bending level 29
  • shiny heels level 25

Pantheons

Might23574
Templehood11107
Gladiatorship9497

Achievements

  • Honored Renegade
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Careerist, 1st rank
  • Animalist, 2nd rank
  • Champion, 2nd rank
  • Favorite, 2nd rank
  • Martyr, 2nd rank
  • Saint, 2nd rank
  • Shipwright, 2nd rank
  • Hunter, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

The story of D-BULL possibly the founder of ARAIG… In a small village, a few miles west of Godville, a terrible monster wreaks havoc to its fearful citizens. It was on a full moon when D-BULL, possibly drunk, offered to defeat the creature for payment of a meal at a local inn. The citizens merely shrugged their shoulders and barred their windows and doors, a clear ‘go and get your head bitten off’ signal to the broke hero. They considered it advantageous, for the beast would have its fill of sacrifice and they would be rid of another worthless bum.

The villagers were not unimpressed by the hero’s courage. Even through closed doors and at a very safe distance, they watched the hero face the monster alone. As they nervously nibbled on their popcorn, the hero (being extremely wasted) stared unflinchingly at the monster. Seeing the rows of pointed teeth (and was that a leg bone stuck in between?) he paled and became completely sober. He grabbed his weapon—or at least tried to realizing that he has unwittingly left it at the inn(not that his level -8 pointy stick could do much harm). Desperately trying to stay alive as he tried to dodge the monsters teeth and claws, he found chop sticks on the ground (that must have been dropped while everyone was rushing to hide.) Not caring about why there was such an item on the ground (or the more important how long has it been unnoticed) he chucked it at the moment before the monster’s mouth snapped shut. To the amazement of the villagers, the monster began convulsing and literally dropped dead in an undignified manner with its tongue rolling out of its mouth much like a carpet beckoning entrance to a cave.

The hero, who had assumed the fetal position to make himself a smaller target, had been oblivious to the cheers of the people until they picked him up and tossed him in the air. A guild was then built honoring him and heroes far and wide have come to respect and admire his cleverness in battle. Since then chop sticks had been a symbol of ingenuity and dumb luck.