Hero

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Mark92 28

level 73

Be random, laugh it off.

Age 13 years 7 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 172 thousand
Death Count 108
Wins / Losses 83 / 89
Temple Completed at 07/16/2012
Wood for Ark 65.5%
Savings 3M, 321k (11.1%)
Pet Hyper lynx Iago

Equipment

Weapon rambow +83
Shield static field +80
Head crown molding +79
Body biodegradable armor +82
Arms motion-capture dots +83
Legs smarty pants +81
Talisman strong letter of recommendation +82

Skills

  • powerful sneeze level 51
  • rays of love level 50
  • concrete placer level 50
  • oak cloaking level 48
  • scissorhands level 45
  • flying bird level 41
  • spoon-bending level 34
  • stifling embrace level 33
  • lucky hoof level 32
  • awkward silence level 26

Pantheons

Gratitude812
Might18085
Templehood1419
Gladiatorship7529

Achievements

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

Hero's Chronicles

Vanishing without a trace, as if he’d never existed. My my, we seemed to be getting ahead of ourselves, our story begins in a feild, a long way from godville.

I jolt upright, quickly glancing around at my surroundings. A single light, in a dew soaked feild. A scent begins to creep upon me, I can’t quite place it as the strong aroma of death seems to fill the air. ……I awake again, but it felt settles on the mist draped grass, yet so familiar, I don’t see how I could forget. I have no memory prior to awakening, my past a void in my minds eye. Even so, this hyper lynx seems familiar, as do the initials B.M. A sharp pain, a flash of light, and I knew name, no, remembered…Blue Moon. He asks himself how..why, but a shadow crept upon his thoughts, a chill races down his spine, and flashes of burning flames and the screams of the damned drift in and out. He now realizes, he had been in a hell. Blue howled loudly, and I awoke from my visions of recent past, I recognized the scent as soot and blood…and a perfume of someone dear. “Blue.” Mark spoke finally. Blue raised his head and stared. “Is there still time to finish this?” Blue suddenly stared intently at my eyes, then suddenly I heard in my thoughts… _*Our bonds have shattered, anew once more. Your remembering my name is all the hope we have. Time we do have, years in fact. However, things have changed, the world is not as safe as it once was. Do you remember anything else? Before I speak freely I must know, forcing a memory back in place is nearly impossible, and almost immediately fatal.* ”Nothing." I felt as if Blue new more then he let on in that last part…he hesitated..is he..afraid..?