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Xolaudas

2018-01-23T14:00:42Z

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{{PC
|name=Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
|relat=Hedarya
}}

''"The wise soul feareth not death: rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion."''

----
[[File:Undo.jpg|left|300px]]
'''You see Winterborn Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin, Spectre of Elanthia, a Kaldar.'''
:He has a square face, blued steel eyes and a straight nose. His cinereous hair is hip length and thick, and is worn tied back in a thin braided tail. He has fair skin and an athletic build.
:He is tall for a Kaldar.
:A stoic snow hawk carved from a white sapphire with piercing blue eyes floats lazily around his left forearm, glowing with a lustrous sheen against his skin.
:He is an adult.
:He has a neatly trimmed mustache that frames his upper lip and a short pointed goatee. Two thick steel rings encircle either end of the mustache, the metal polished to a mirrored sheen.

== The Unexpected ==
The tiny infant squalled against his mother's now limp body, her fists clenching and unclenching in distress. He gave a half-hearted sneer, expression lacking the menace of the man he strove to mimic. "Get me a wet nurse," his Father growled at someone unseen, and the hustle of hushed footsteps exited the chamber. A worm of pity wriggled in the boy's heart as the baby screamed again, the pitiful sound echoing through, he felt, his skull. "Mother called her Hedarya," the boy stated matter-of-factly, casting a glance back over his shoulder at the shadowy figure behind him. The statement was met with silence, then a careless snort, "It will do. Let's hope she takes after me and not that whimpering mage of a mother of yours." For such a large man, his father moved with silent ease, and so it was only when the shadow that loomed over him dispersed that he knew he was alone. Gazing into the vacant, tear-reddened face of his mother, he drew closer, braver now that he was temporarily relieved from scrutiny. "Hedarya," he whispered, catching one flailing fist with his fingertip.

Xolaudas

2018-01-23T13:59:44Z

RADICALTRIAGE:

{{PC
|name=Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
|relat=Hedarya
}}

''"The wise soul feareth not death: rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion."''

----
[[File:Undo.jpg|left]]
''':You see Winterborn Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin, Spectre of Elanthia, a Kaldar.'''
:He has a square face, blued steel eyes and a straight nose. His cinereous hair is hip length and thick, and is worn tied back in a thin braided tail. He has fair skin and an athletic build.
:He is tall for a Kaldar.
:A stoic snow hawk carved from a white sapphire with piercing blue eyes floats lazily around his left forearm, glowing with a lustrous sheen against his skin.
:He is an adult.
:He has a neatly trimmed mustache that frames his upper lip and a short pointed goatee. Two thick steel rings encircle either end of the mustache, the metal polished to a mirrored sheen.

== The Unexpected ==
The tiny infant squalled against his mother's now limp body, her fists clenching and unclenching in distress. He gave a half-hearted sneer, expression lacking the menace of the man he strove to mimic. "Get me a wet nurse," his Father growled at someone unseen, and the hustle of hushed footsteps exited the chamber. A worm of pity wriggled in the boy's heart as the baby screamed again, the pitiful sound echoing through, he felt, his skull. "Mother called her Hedarya," the boy stated matter-of-factly, casting a glance back over his shoulder at the shadowy figure behind him. The statement was met with silence, then a careless snort, "It will do. Let's hope she takes after me and not that whimpering mage of a mother of yours." For such a large man, his father moved with silent ease, and so it was only when the shadow that loomed over him dispersed that he knew he was alone. Gazing into the vacant, tear-reddened face of his mother, he drew closer, braver now that he was temporarily relieved from scrutiny. "Hedarya," he whispered, catching one flailing fist with his fingertip.

Xolaudas

2018-01-23T13:56:19Z

RADICALTRIAGE:

{{PC
|name=Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
|relat=Hedarya
}}

''"The wise soul feareth not death: rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion."''

----
[[File:Undo.jpg]]

:You see Winterborn Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin, Spectre of Elanthia, a Kaldar.
:He has a square face, blued steel eyes and a straight nose. His cinereous hair is hip length and thick, and is worn tied back in a thin braided tail. He has fair skin and an athletic build.
:He is tall for a Kaldar.
:A stoic snow hawk carved from a white sapphire with piercing blue eyes floats lazily around his left forearm, glowing with a lustrous sheen against his skin.
:He is an adult.
:He has a neatly trimmed mustache that frames his upper lip and a short pointed goatee. Two thick steel rings encircle either end of the mustache, the metal polished to a mirrored sheen.

----

== The Unexpected ==
The tiny infant squalled against his mother's now limp body, her fists clenching and unclenching in distress. He gave a half-hearted sneer, expression lacking the menace of the man he strove to mimic. "Get me a wet nurse," his Father growled at someone unseen, and the hustle of hushed footsteps exited the chamber. A worm of pity wriggled in the boy's heart as the baby screamed again, the pitiful sound echoing through, he felt, his skull. "Mother called her Hedarya," the boy stated matter-of-factly, casting a glance back over his shoulder at the shadowy figure behind him. The statement was met with silence, then a careless snort, "It will do. Let's hope she takes after me and not that whimpering mage of a mother of yours." For such a large man, his father moved with silent ease, and so it was only when the shadow that loomed over him dispersed that he knew he was alone. Gazing into the vacant, tear-reddened face of his mother, he drew closer, braver now that he was temporarily relieved from scrutiny. "Hedarya," he whispered, catching one flailing fist with his fingertip.

Xolaudas

2018-01-16T19:07:16Z

RADICALTRIAGE: /* The Unexpected */

Xolaudas

2018-01-16T12:31:23Z

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Xolaudas

2018-01-16T12:29:54Z

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Xolaudas

2018-01-10T20:32:09Z

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Xolaudas

2018-01-10T20:30:19Z

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{{PC
|name=Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
|relatives=Hedarya
}}

''"The wise soul feareth not death: rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion."''

----
[[File:Undo.jpg]]

Hedarya

2018-01-06T22:11:31Z

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{{PC
|name=Hedarya
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Female
|instance=Prime
|guild=Moon Mage
}}

== Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==

''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.
:You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.
:You are short for a Kaldar.
:A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
:You are an adult.
:Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.

:You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''

[[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]

== Personal Alterations ==
:'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]
:'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]
:Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.

:'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]
:'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]
:Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.

----
== Purchased Alterations ==
:'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''
:Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.
:There appears to be something written on it.
:An icesilk gown reads:
:"Ice Princess"

:'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''
:The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.
:The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.

:'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2
:The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.

----
[[File:Hedaryax.jpg|left]]

''"Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars..."''
The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.

Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.

Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, "Hmmm...", then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. "Well" she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. "I suppose I had best get dressed."

It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes

and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the

sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born

here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy

atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn

over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a

deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing

she finds herself alone.

Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers

brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in

plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore

lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. "You are cold, and

You are beautiful", she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of

wind. "Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon". The

timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the

pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe

in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from

flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --

she is afraid.

Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in

shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her

twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,

though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its

ice-sheet surface. "A prophesy broken" she murmurs softly, the bloody

portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the

mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.

Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to

a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize

with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an

enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets

a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these

two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.

File:Hedaryax.jpg

2018-01-06T22:10:54Z

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Hedarya

2018-01-06T22:03:46Z

RADICALTRIAGE:

{{PC
|name=Hedarya
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Female
|instance=Prime
|guild=Moon Mage
}}

== Seeress, Wordsmith, Star-eyed Wanderer ==

''Fate's Skein Hedarya Dunul-Adenin, a Kaldar.
:You have a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace framing the contours of a heart-shaped face, smolderingly intense stormy grey eyes, a slim animite septum ring threaded through an amaranth riftstone piercing the septum of an upturned nose and dimples pierced by a perfectly matched pair of whirl-cut rainbow sapphires. Your cinereous hair is very long and fine, and is worn in an elegant upswept arrangement threaded with some twilight-hued glass charms swaying from darkened silver filigree chains. You have pale skin and a scattering of silvery blue-sheened moonlight gardenias arrayed to elegantly emphasize a slender figure.
:You are short for a Kaldar.
:A square-cut glacier emerald is positioned between your eyes, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
:You are an adult.
:Your shoulder has a tattoo of a childish Kaldar dancing amid a field of zombies.

:You are wearing a dark moonspun silk eyepatch embroidered with a golden eye, a small platinum hoop earring with a dangling diamond-capped moon pearl, some lusterless blackwater jet teardrop earrings, a deep black nightsilk cloak embroidered with a silver dagger, an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace, some silver-chased elbow spikes, a lumium target shield with a trimmed face, a lacquered ironwood parry stick with dark steelsilk straps, an ornate gloomwood ring, a grey cambrinth ring, a simple cambrinth anklet and some silvery velvet boots with shimmering moonstone clasps.''

[[File:hedarya1.jpg|center|400px]]

== Personal Alterations ==
:'''Original:''' [[Item:Winged orichalcum headdress set with a large merlot ruby]] '''from''' [[Tildi's Blooms (3)]]
:'''Alteration: '''''a wraithheart-set headdress trailing skeins of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Keishalae]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]
:Spindly icesteel branches rise like oddly curled antlers from a slim circle of polished bone, their boughs strung with crystal slivers that clink together in a glassy cacophony at each turn. Silky skeins of argent bloodlace descend in graduated tiers down the back, fashioning a scintillating net that traces the spine in a glacial deluge of silvery fabric and ovals of lusterless blackwater jet. A solitary wraithheart is suspended from a chain at the front, designed to rest just above the wearer's brow.

:'''Original:''' [[Item:Starlight velvet robe with a delicate night diamond clasp]] '''from''' [[Obscure Memories (5)]]
:'''Alteration: '''''an arresting off-the-shoulder robe of glacial bloodlace'' '''Done by:''' [[Urdesas]] '''At:''' [[Hollow Eve Festival 425]]
:Unconventional in design, this robe is made to cling to the wearer much like a gown would. A portrait neckline sweeps from shoulder-to-shoulder, crafted to expose the collarbones and a tasteful crescent of each shoulder when worn. Icesteel chains encircle a cinched waist, their many tiers boasting small slivers of wraithheart down the glacial hued fabric beneath. Flaring at the hips, the bloodlace skirt is designed to drop heavily to the floor in a wide sweeping bell.

----
== Purchased Alterations ==
:'''a corseted gown of frost opal icesilk back-laced with white faesilk ribbons'''
:Reinforced by icesteel boning and back-laced with long faesilk ribbons, the ornate corset features panels of both smooth winterweave and spun glitter. The skirt is designed to drape gracefully to the floor, forming fragile snow-white pools of radiant silk upon the ground when worn. A flurry of tiny crystal snowflakes are carefully stitched along the neckline and hem of the gown to form a phrase.
:There appears to be something written on it.
:An icesilk gown reads:
:"Ice Princess"

:'''a dainty ice-veined leather loincloth trimmed with antique-white lace and opals'''
:The cool white leather carries hints of glacial blue within its deep folds as it circles the hips. Flawless bright white opals peek flirtatiously from their settings nestled within the ruffles of frail crystal-flecked lace along the hem.
:The barest hint of a blue-white shimmer appears across the surface of the leather.

:'''a smoke ruby dusted wyvern earcuff set with molten-core diamond eyes''' x2
:The wyvern's tail is designed to pierce the ear's lobe while the rest wraps behind the wearer's upper ear, allowing the head to hover roughly where the ear canal is. Its scales and curled wings are tinged with a dark red coloration that is nearly imperceptible against the deep black body. The eye sockets are filled by twin diamonds, revealing small pools of molten lava within, giving the beast an almost sentient and distinctly malevolent appearance.

----
[[File:Hedarya.jpg|left]]

''"Come with me, my darling, let us dance among the stars..."''
The methodic, metronomic clink of the teaspoon against a porcelain cup was her opus. Sugar, just a bit, cream, a dab of honey, cinnamon. Like everything, her tea had to be just so, but the wait was worth it. That first soothing sip that bloomed across her taste buds was a ritual performed every single morning. Without it, she may as well stride into town naked. Eventually she finished and glanced downward, tipping her cup so that the granulated liquid clinging to its bone belly shifted this way and that. Sticky, sickly sweet, the remnants would be far too overpowering for her refined palate, though they had their uses still.

Her brand of augury may not be the popular practice, but it had served her well over the years. A flick of her finger and the ring upon her second digit separates, top from bottom, to reveal a thin shard of opaque glass. She lances the pad of her index finger, no wince of pain marring her smooth countenance as she then inserts the bleeding flesh into the sludge at the bottom of her cup and begins to stir. There is power in a number: once, twice, three times, she stirs, the wound already itching and tingling where spice and other residuum intrude. A low hum rises in her throat as she withdraws her hand, holding the wet finger aloft while grasping the cup firmly and tipping it over onto the matching saucer waiting below.

Twisting the bottom of the cup in sharp, concise rotations, she counts slowly backward, storm-cloud grey eyes traveling along with its counter-clockwise path. When the elegantly curved handle arrives parallel to her once more, she stops, then closes her eyes and lifts the vessel, setting it aside. A strange mural unravels before her - unassuming and no more than a mess upon fine dishes to the untrained eye, but she sees far deeper. Scanning from left to right, up and down, she releases a quiet, introspective, "Hmmm...", then carefully wipes a still bleeding finger on the cloth napkin in her lap. "Well" she muses, a slight smile catching the corner of her mouth. "I suppose I had best get dressed."

It drifted over her face in fine powder, clinging to pale hair, lashes

and skin before melting into the warmth found there. Bleak, shining, the

sun made dazzling diamonds of the snowfield around her, a sparkle born

here like an upturned sky in which the earth is reduced to foggy

atmosphere above the blinding radiance of a white-starred veil drawn

over a Lady's chilled countenance. Frigid air slid into her lungs, a

deep breath was taken; stillness breaks as from poppy-induced trancing

she finds herself alone.

Rather than seek respite in the fur mantle she wears, her cold fingers

brush errant patterns in the snow, a soft flurry of words released in

plumes of crystallised moisture to stain the brittle air biting her sore

lips like glacial suitors intent on stealing kisses. "You are cold, and

You are beautiful", she sings, though her voice is lost in a gust of

wind. "Where the winter moon shines in hardship, the stars beckon". The

timbre of her voice deepens as she reaches back with a hand and tugs the

pelt from her shoulders, shrugging it off and leaving her bare as a babe

in the boreal recesses of abandonment. Frosted tears like ornaments from

flushed cheeks slide, caught and held, precious gems upon her skin --

she is afraid.

Frigid, the climate penetrates, exacerbates, and lifting a mirror in

shaking hands she gazes upon her other self within the fogged glass. Her

twin smiles and becomes the face of the moon -- pale and unflawed,

though this imagery is broken as a crimson trickle slides across its

ice-sheet surface. "A prophesy broken" she murmurs softly, the bloody

portent noted with drawn brows while she presses a wounded hand to the

mirror-self and washes her away in a smear of scarlet.

Something profound slithers beneath her ivory skin, something pulses to

a beat not unlike that of a heart. This rhythm refuses to synchronize

with hers, instead coaxing her heart's thrum to play counterpart in an

enthusiastic recital. Unable to do else, she takes up the drum and sets

a beat with her palm, the soothing balm of a mystic's hymn uniting these

two pulses of life in one purpose -- A symphony of spirituality.

Xolaudas

2018-01-06T17:13:28Z

RADICALTRIAGE:

{{PC
|name=Xolaudas Dunul-Adenin
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
}}

''"The wise soul feareth not death: rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion."''

----
[[File:Undo.jpg]]

File:Undo.jpg

2018-01-06T17:10:46Z

RADICALTRIAGE: created with Heromachine3, a free avatar creator, by myself

created with Heromachine3, a free avatar creator, by myself

Xolaudas

2018-01-06T15:16:12Z

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Xolaudas

2018-01-06T02:16:02Z

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{{PC
|name=Xolaudas
|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
}}
TBD
{{PCSkills
|Collapse=Yes
}}

''"The wise soul feareth not death: rather she sometimes striveth for death, she goeth beyond to meet her. Yet eternity maintaineth her substance throughout time, immensity throughout space, universal form throughout motion."''

Xolaudas

2018-01-04T20:56:18Z

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|status=a
|race=Kaldar
|gender=Male
|instance=prime
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