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The Xenowar Chronicles: Hell Jumpers
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Roman The Heavy

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GENERAL INFORMATION

• NAME: Roman Asimov
• NICKNAME: Ogre
• RANK: Sergeant
• NATIONALITY: Federal Citizen
• AGE: 28
• GENDER: Male
• HEIGHT: 6’6”
• BIRTH-DATE: 23rd of November, 2117
• APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION:
  Strong and tall with broad shoulders, the nearly 30 year old man doesn’t show his age all that well. His frame is littered with scars. Burn scars, shrapnel scars, radiation burns, and many surgical scars. One will also see several cybernetic enhancements to his joints and torso. Some augments are there to aid damaged organs but most are there to help him use his heavy armor. Many wouldn’t subject themselves to the enhancements due to their danger and side effects but Roman never cared. Side effects include but are not limited too - bouts of pain or ghost pain, mental instability, joint pain, decreased life expectancy, possible blood poisoning, Etc.

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BACKGROUND, EXPERIENCE, AND PERSONALITY

BACKGROUND:
Growing up on the small mining planet of Vulcan 3 wasn't all that grand. it was mostly dangerous. the air, the people, the work, and the environment all wanted to kill you. what was once a penal colony on a backwater planet turned into an industrial powerhouse. the rich mines that where dug out daily spewed out pollution on a massive scale into the volcanic atmosphere.

Roman's parents where rather prominent in the politics of the industrial planet. they lived in underground city's far from the heat and pollution of the surface. underground in certain areas one could even find small paradises of underground lakes and rivers. the area he grew up in wasn't too bad. the surface dwellers where usually the mine or factory workers and crime was always rampant in their living quarters.

However, even though his parents where rather well off. Roman still had to work and work he did. sticking to the more technical but still taxing work at one of the better ship yards. he grew strong and tough here learning from the older men and woman

EXPERIENCE:

PERSONALITY:

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EQUIPMENT AND ROLE

This is where you put what your character would usually be decked with and place them in their role, e.g. medic, engineer, machine gunner, sniper, scout, rifleman, etc.

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RELATIONSHIPS

This can be added upon as the story progresses or if you're a veteran of the previous war you may add a few things here to allow the characters to interact appropriately.

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MISC

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The Craft

Troy Warnock

Name: Troy Warnock

Age: 16

Birth Date: 25th of October

Height: 6'5"

Hair: Light Brown with hints of blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Clothes: Normally wearing blue jeans, leather work boots, and a brown or green t-shirt when he's working. Troy normally sports a more redneck or blue collar look especially when he’s wearing his leather protective gear for shop class. However, when he relaxes he normally wears loose fitting brown or black slacks with a light jacket and running shoes.

Jewelry and Tattoos: A necklace his aunt gave him, a leather strap with a medium-sized wire wrapped Smokey quartz crystal hanging from it.

Scars: Multiple new and old scars across his arms, mostly small burn scars. As well as a few larger ones on his chest.

WHY are you a witch? Troy was introduced to Wicca by his Aunt Sasha as a way to cope with the loss of his parents and brother. Although it was a little strange for him at first, he soon grew to enjoy it and its teachings. Finding its use both relaxing and peaceful for his heart and mind.

His class schedule is:

1 – Shop Class

2 - English

3 - Math

4 – Study Period

Lunch

5 – Health

6 – Weight Training

Personality and interests

General:

Generally speaking, Troy can be categorized as the strong silent type. He enjoys working with his hands and being alone finding the company of most others to be bothersome at best. Slow to anger but when he is angry it could be summarized as a burning rage. The boy doesn’t always pick up on social ques and prefers others to be blunt with him even if it seems rude. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well. Ultimately he just wants to protect and help others. He finds joy in seeing others smile from his actions and can be very selfless towards the few people he calls friends.

Likes:

Blacksmithing

Mechanical work

Carpentry

Hiking

Swimming

Medical Training

Fall/Winter

Dislikes:

Bullies

Alcohol

Spring

Lightning Storms

Coffee

Quirks:

Normally carries a small pocket book with him for taking notes of his environment to jotting down random ideas or things to do at a later date.

Phobias:

Thalassophobia – can’t do much when he’s out in open deep water. Mostly large lakes and oceans.

Has a fear of being helpless or paralyzed in situations where he could help. As well as a deep-seated fear of forgetting the ones he loves.

Background:

Troy was born to a rather well off family in bend Oregon. His father was a manager at a manufacturing facility and his mother worked as a lawyer. He had an older brother as well that was much more outgoing and intellectually gifted compared to him. They lived in a nice ranch style home just outside the city and enjoyed outdoor activities together. A rather nice and quiet upbringing for him, that was until he was 12.

He remembers that night. Often having nightmares about it. Their family was coming back from a camping trip late one evening. They were supposed to have stayed the whole weekend out at the lake but a storm system was moving in and pushed them out of the area. That same storm caught up with them in the darkness. Now troy wasn’t afraid of storms and actually enjoyed them up until this point. For you see they weren’t alone on that stretch of high way. Another car heading in the opposite direction swerved into their lane. The driver had been drinking and decided to go for a late night drive in the company truck.

He doesn’t remember much after that. The collision gave him a concussion, internal bleeding, several broken ribs, and 3rd degree burns across his chest. His father and brother died in the crash, his mother died shortly after in the hospital. The driver of the other vehicle suffered a broken leg but was otherwise OK. Troy woke up in a hospital a week later and hardly remembered who he was or who his parents were. His aunt Sasha Warnock from Rome Georgia took him in after that, she was a personal trainer that often worked with high level athletes.

Since then, he was rather reclusive after the wreck, dealing with depression and physical therapy. It took him a year before he enrolled in school again. Even then he was still quiet, rarely responding to anything from anyone. He did his school work and went home where his aunt would teach him about Wicca and work with him through his depression.

Skills / Training:

Troy excels at anything that requires him to work with his hands. Blacksmithing, carpentry, mechanic work, landscaping, plumbing. He favors blacksmithing over the others. He is currently training on whatever medical courses he can get his hands on and holds an advanced first aid and CPR certificate. The boy also has good skills with wielding swords and axes as well as with boxing.

When it comes to spells and the like. Well, he’s a natural and a born witch he just doesn’t know it. He has an elemental gift being the blessing of fire. With this gift he always seems to be warm but never overheats and has an affinity but not an obsession with fire. Other than that he practices candle and rune magic. He is a little unsure of how much this actually helps him and others but tries his best to work with protection and luck magic.

Languages:

English


Stuff he sucks at:

He’s not all that great with communication, but he’s getting better at it. Troy can also be forgetful due to his head injury and has a hard time recalling names or faces to the point where he gives others nick names to help him remember. He’s also not always the best student when it comes to history or higher level mathematics.

Gear:

Small pocket knife.

A steel polished Zippo lighter with a pentagram engraved into one side.

A tool bag with misc. Automotive and carpentry tools.

A short sword and bearded ax that he made (Doesn’t bring them to school).

An advanced medical kit he put together (keeps it in his truck).

Home Life:

His Aunt Sasha had a fairly large sum of money from a legal settlement and lives comfortably with troy. After she had a stroke she has a caregiver that takes care of her at the house during the day and Troy takes care of her at night. She doesn’t talk much and can’t get around on her own very well. She mostly just sits in her favorite chair in the living room and either watches TV or looks out the front window. When troy is home he spends his time talking to her about his day or working the forge he built in their back yard. there is also an old shed in the back yard that's partially covered in vines, locked behind the door is an alter Sasha helped him make.

Home description:

Troy's Home

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Family Description:

Sasha Warnock - 46 – Aunt - had a stroke 6 months ago.

Victor Warnock – 45 – Father – Deceased.

Anita Warnock, Maiden name Olsen - 42 – Mother – Deceased.

Trevor Warnock - 16 – Older Brother – Deceased.

Job:

Handy man, works odd jobs around town mostly carpentry or mechanical work for less than he should but really doing it to help and have some extra pocket money.

How do you get around? Walking if it’s not time sensitive, but he does drive a blue ford ranger when he has too.

Rumors:

There is a few rumors tossed around that he is a serial killer because he is a little creepy sometimes. Another rumor is that he was in jail for a while or is in witness protection due to him never talking about his family or childhood. Because of these things and just him being intimidating with his size and constant silence he doesn’t get bullied too often. When he does it’s always something said behind his back or when the bullies approach in a group.

Nick Names:
Mostly things he thinks of to help him remember others.

Ashlyn Winters - The Phoenix - "Rise from the ashes and be born again" Hair reminds him of fire.
Jessica Bowman - The Firefly - "Dancing like a leaf on the wind" she has a natural grace about her.
Diane Mathews - The Dragon - "Her heart of fire beats with burning desire" something about her seems enchanting.
Samantha Greene - The Ifrit - "I'll look for the glow among the fiery embers of your burning soul" There's a hint of danger behind her pragmatic eyes.

Sword's book of faces

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations

Adrian

Name: Adrian Infernos

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Angel

Age (Real and apparent):
Well, age and time are funny things for them, and they don't really count how long they have been around. Comparing time can be different and difficult for them. However, he would be considered a young man by modern standards and looks to be about 28.

Appearance:
A striking young lad, with straight shoulder-length golden blonde hair, a perfect smile and a strong jaw line. The young man’s eyes always seem to be a shimmering orange color almost as if there is a fire burning in his soul. He stands at 6’ and looks to weigh about 175 lbs. of lean muscle. His skin a bit pale but not unhealthy, and he always seems to be clean. His build is more athletic with no noticeable scars or markings across his body. Adrian is cleanly shaven, sporting a very professional look about him.

Adrian likes wearing nicer clothes from a time few humans alive today would recognize. A time of great depression and war. He favors a tan 2-piece suit of the 1930s — 1940s era and sports a black trench coat and umbrella during inclement weather. Wearing normally brown or black leather shoes and a matching hat. Keeping a silver pocket watch in his left pocket and a black flip phone in the other, the only piece of technology he has.

Personality:

Adrian at first glance can be a bit up front and direct. He’s not really the beat around the bush type of guy. The young man is naturally charismatic and can be comforting to others by just his presence alone. This is mostly because of what he is, others also can also feel protected and safe in his vicinity. This combined with his natural charm can often times get people to talk to him or at the very least calm down. He always seems to be optimistic even in the most dire of situations.

However, He can be arrogant and assume he is superior towards everyone around him. Truly believing that he is doing them a great service by helping them. Even if it’s a bit delusional, at times. He’s also said to be rather annoying, but does this mostly to mess with other people. Even with his proud exterior, he is very much aware of what his job is and what it means.

In the face of danger when all others fail he knows he won’t, he can’t. He is here to protect and it’s a compulsion not just a job to do. In the face of adversity he is brave, courageous, fearless, a natural born leader. That one guy who will have your back through thick and thin and will not have any regrets to sacrifice himself to save others. To the people he calls friends, he is loyal and his love burns just as hot as the fire inside him. His normally cool demeanor can change quickly to anger if his friends are threatened. However, even though his personality Adrian tries to be friendly towards others and is otherwise just here to do his job before going home again.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities:

Aside from the usual heightened strength and endurance to the point where he could easily outmatch Olympic competitors as well as having a slight healing ability that he can use on himself and others. There are a few other things this young angel has that sets him apart from his peers.

First off Adrian is an angel of holy fire ready to burn the corruption and evil from the world of men. Adrian can generate and control an orange and white flame that is blessed or considered holy. These flames don’t burn the world around him unless he wants them too, the most they do is char. Having a great deal of control and manipulation of his holy fire, one would be smart to think twice before engaging him. His flames do require mechanical control through movement of his arms and body. If he is unable to do so his fire would expand out from him and lash out at anything in the area. In his human form he doesn’t have complete control of his flames, and they can get away from him if he’s not paying attention, but otherwise don’t hurt him.

Now than he does have another form, his true form. His absolute state of being that he hides due to its powerful nature. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. It is righteous fury, ready to burn the impurity from the world. Standing ten feet tall with burning wings, he is a thing that must look like what many have envisioned as a true avenging angel. Giving him complete control of all fire within his vicinity not just his own flames.

Nothing about this form is subtle or stealthy. The only place he can hide is within his own flames, and he can be seen from miles away just like one could see a bonfire. It is rare that he uses this form, the last thing he wants is to be worshiped as a god. That is someone else’s job after all. When he is in this form he can’t stop himself from seeking out and destroying evil or demons even if it’s a friend.

Now that the Sirius stuff is out of the way, Adrian likes to help others. One can find him in his spare time helping the poor and the sick, volunteering at community events. At times even taking up some free private investigation for people looking for loved ones. Although the place he’s at now keeps him pretty busy, and he’s not able to do these things he always finds himself reading a good book or two.

Background:

A strange occurrence for him, truly strange to be summoned by an arch angel. Soft footsteps echoed down the immaculate marbled halls and into a room with a polished stone table. Another stood at the table waiting. His form masked by a veil of pure white light that the boy could not see through. Only the shape of the humanoid being showed through it as he beckoned the young man to come closer.

With a nervous deep breath he slowly stepped closer and up to the table. “You requested my presence?” he asked. His voice was a bit shaky something about this meeting seemed strange or sudden. Whatever his task was Adrian was sure he wasn’t ready.

The form nodded and a deep calm and soothing voice entered his mind, “yes. I have a task for you.” Placing a scroll on the table and slowly unwinding it. The blank canvas soon gave way to runes and markings that were read, heard, and felt all at the same time. Soon the runes broke for a moment and soon a new color arose almost like another scroll or parchment was placed in this one. This new parchment if it could even be called that looked like dried leather or human skin stitched together with care.

He slowly ran his hand across the strange surface and it felt like it burned him just by touching it. The runes and words were hard to read and almost seemed aggressive. He couldn’t make out what it all said, too many strange emotions weaved into its very being. For a moment he was at a loss before he realized what it was.

“This is a contract from a demon.” He paused for a moment, Adrian was caught off guard. “How did you get this here? These are supposed to be forbidden.” He was more than a little taken back from this. He wasn’t a warrior he was a caretaker. Sure he’s had more than a few years of training, but he didn’t believe he was ready for a task like this.

“Yes. It is a bounty” the bright figures head tilted to the side as it spoke. “Apparently some of this demon's offspring have been brought to earth against their will, and he would like them back. Something about it not being the right time or too soon.” Folding its hands in front of its stomach and looking over the young man before him. “This is your task Adrian, the world of man has changed once again. Just try not to do anything foolish this time.”

Adrian looked up at the being with an angry frown, “Pompeii was not my fault” referring to the foolish remark this one had made. “Then I will go and complete this task for you. I will not disappoint you again.” His head hung slightly low as if ashamed and upset at the others remark.

For a moment they stood in silence before the larger figure turned and began to walk away, “be sure to seek out Ada Hawthorne, she will be able to set you on the right path towards your mission. Who knows you might learn a thing or two from them as well.” After that the bright presence slowly left leaving just Adrian and the scroll in the room. Somehow he felt the scroll itself watching him as he too turned and left the room to prepare himself for what is to come.

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations - A Modern Fantasy Adventure!

I do hope this is acceptable.

Adrian

Name: Adrian Infernos

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Angel

Age (Real and apparent):
Well, age and time are funny things for them, and they don't really count how long they have been around. Comparing time can be different and difficult for them. However, he would be considered a young man by modern standards and looks to be about 28.

Appearance:
A striking young lad, with straight shoulder-length golden blonde hair, a perfect smile and a strong jaw line. The young man’s eyes always seem to be a shimmering orange color almost as if there is a fire burning in his soul. He stands at 6’ and looks to weigh about 175 lbs. of lean muscle. His skin a bit pale but not unhealthy, and he always seems to be clean. His build is more athletic with no noticeable scars or markings across his body. Adrian is cleanly shaven, sporting a very professional look about him.

Adrian likes wearing nicer clothes from a time few humans alive today would recognize. A time of great depression and war. He favors a tan 2-piece suit of the 1930s — 1940s era and sports a black trench coat and umbrella during inclement weather. Wearing normally brown or black leather shoes and a matching hat. Keeping a silver pocket watch in his left pocket and a black flip phone in the other, the only piece of technology he has.

Personality:

Adrian at first glance can be a bit up front and direct. He’s not really the beat around the bush type of guy. The young man is naturally charismatic and can be comforting to others by just his presence alone. This is mostly because of what he is, others can also feel protected and safe in his vicinity. This combined with his natural charm can often times get people to talk to him or at the very least calm down. He always seems to be optimistic even in the most dire of situations.

However, He can be arrogant and assume he is superior towards everyone around him. Truly believing that he is doing them a great service by helping them. Even if it’s a bit delusional, at times. He’s also said to be rather annoying, but does this mostly to mess with other people. Even with his proud exterior, he is very much aware of what his job is and what it means.

In the face of danger when all others fail he knows he won’t, he can’t. He is here to protect and it’s a compulsion not just a job to do. In the face of adversity he is brave, courageous, fearless, a natural born leader. That one guy who will have your back through thick and thin and will not have any regrets to sacrifice himself to save others. To the people he calls friends, he is loyal and his love burns just as hot as the fire inside him. His normally cool demeanor can change quickly to anger if his friends are threatened. However, even though his personality Adrian tries to be friendly towards others and is otherwise just here to do his job before going home again.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities:

Aside from the usual heightened strength and endurance to the point where he could easily outmatch Olympic competitors as well as having a slight healing ability that he can use on himself and others. There are a few other things this young angel has that sets him apart from his peers.

First off Adrian is an angel of holy fire ready to burn the corruption and evil from the world of men. Adrian can generate and control an orange and white flame that is blessed or considered holy. These flames don’t burn the world around him unless he wants them too, the most they do is char. Having a great deal of control and manipulation of his holy fire, one would be smart to think twice before engaging him. His flames do require mechanical control through movement of his arms and body. If he is unable to do so his fire would expand out from him and lash out at anything in the area. In his human form he doesn’t have complete control of his flames, and they can get away from him if he’s not paying attention, but otherwise don’t hurt him.

Now than he does have another form, his true form. His absolute state of being that he hides due to its powerful nature. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. It is righteous fury, ready to burn the impurity from the world. Standing ten feet tall with burning wings, he is a thing that must look like what many have envisioned as a true avenging angel. Giving him complete control of all fire within his vicinity not just his own flames.

Nothing about this form is subtle or stealthy. The only place he can hide is within his own flames, and he can be seen from miles away just like one could see a bonfire. It is rare that he uses this form, the last thing he wants is to be worshiped as a god. That is someone else’s job after all. When he is in this form he can’t stop himself from seeking out and destroying evil or demons even if it’s a friend.

Now that the Sirius stuff is out of the way, Adrian likes to help others. One can find him in his spare time helping the poor and the sick, volunteering at community events. At times even taking up some free private investigation for people looking for loved ones. Although the place he’s at now keeps him pretty busy, and he’s not able to do these things he always finds himself reading a good book or two.

Background:

A strange occurrence for him, truly strange to be summoned by an arch angel. Soft footsteps echoed down the immaculate marbled halls and into a room with a polished stone table. Another stood at the table waiting. His form masked by a veil of pure white light that the boy could not see through. Only the shape of the humanoid being showed through it as he beckoned the young man to come closer.

With a nervous deep breath he slowly stepped closer and up to the table. “You requested my presence?” he asked. His voice was a bit shaky something about this meeting seemed strange or sudden. Whatever his task was Adrian was sure he wasn’t ready.

The form nodded and a deep calm and soothing voice entered his mind, “yes. I have a task for you.” Placing a scroll on the table and slowly unwinding it. The blank canvas soon gave way to runes and markings that were read, heard, and felt all at the same time. Soon the runes broke for a moment and soon a new color arose almost like another scroll or parchment was placed in this one. This new parchment if it could even be called that looked like dried leather or human skin stitched together with care.

He slowly ran his hand across the strange surface and it felt like it burned him just by touching it. The runes and words were hard to read and almost seemed aggressive. He couldn’t make out what it all said, too many strange emotions weaved into its very being. For a moment he was at a loss before he realized what it was.

“This is a contract from a demon.” He paused for a moment, Adrian was caught off guard. “How did you get this here? These are supposed to be forbidden.” He was more than a little taken back from this. He wasn’t a warrior he was a caretaker. Sure he’s had more than a few years of training, but he didn’t believe he was ready for a task like this.

“Yes. It is a bounty” the bright figures head tilted to the side as it spoke. “Apparently some of this demon's offspring have been brought to earth against their will, and he would like them back. Something about it not being the right time or too soon.” Folding its hands in front of its stomach and looking over the young man before him. “This is your task Adrian, the world of man has changed once again. Just try not to do anything foolish this time.”

Adrian looked up at the being with an angry frown, “Pompeii was not my fault” referring to the foolish remark this one had made. “Then I will go and complete this task for you. I will not disappoint you again.” His head hung slightly low as if ashamed and upset at the others remark.

For a moment they stood in silence before the larger figure turned and began to walk away, “be sure to seek out Ada Hawthorne, she will be able to set you on the right path towards your mission. Who knows you might learn a thing or two from them as well.” After that the bright presence slowly left leaving just Adrian and the scroll in the room. Somehow he felt the scroll itself watching him as he too turned and left the room to prepare himself for what is to come.

Priest & Hawthorne Investigations - A Modern Fantasy Adventure!

super interested but I got to be honest, I'm not entirely sure if my writing ability will be up to par as I look over the other characters. but hey ill try. the worst that can happen is you just deny my character right? lol.

The Craft

some sort of food im guessing?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 good luck sounds like fun

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 how did the interview go?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

Incoming! >>>> Poking the bear again /// day 8 // Evening / Location - E11 > J11

Ardur rested quietly. The warmth in his hands had grown slightly but it wasn't enough. Perhaps if he pushed himself to some next level through either determination or danger. Maybe then he could achieve what he was looking to gain. For now however, the pixie had another problem. The goblins were still pushing forward and Rattle skull seemed to have gone into some sort of rage and swung wildly around.

If the old stories of barbarians and their rage was true giving him strength but less intelligence. Maybe just maybe he could goad him into trying to attack him and follow him toward the others and their trap. They were not too far away and his crystals where over there as well. "Hmm I guess it’s about time I got a little dramatic then" he thought to himself.

Climbing further up from his perch and out of line of sight of the big hairy goblin. Ardur got some distance between himself and the goblin. Muttering a quick prayer, "Sun god give me luck so I may help my friends." With a few deep breaths to calm his anxiety and adrenaline the pixie spoke, almost yelling at the goblin leader below. "How does it feel to get your skull rattled coward!?" casting shield I on himself and dropping from the ceiling, so he would be more visible the pixie floated in the air glaring at the goblin leader.

"OI! I'm talking to you weakling. Look at that burned mess you've become, how goblins could ever follow someone so small!" slowly he started to drift back towards the bonfire and the trap that laid in wait. "Even now they question your leadership because you’re getting challenged by a dam pixie! What is that supposed to say about you when you don't even strike fear into the weakest creature here?!"

Figuring that was enough Ardur used his Lesser Flight III to retreat back towards the others. He didn't stay high this time. No, this time Ardur stayed low opting to dodge, dip, duck, dive, and dodge any incoming attack from the hairy goblin. The small pixie wasn’t moving as fast as he could as well, deception is everything. You can’t judge what you can’t see. At the end of this little charade, if he made it to the bonfire. Ardur would drop and slide along the ground feigning stamina loss and hopefully drawing the brute into the trap using himself as bait.

A risky move but there were many others like him and if he did end up dying, at least he could easily be replaced. All he could do after that was hope his comrades were in place to launch their counter offensive.

@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 2

Health: Full
Mana: 3/4
Stamina: 3/4

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Magic/Skills: Shield I, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I

Kills for current level: 1x Dire Rat, 1x Huge Slime,

The Craft

I added nicknames that troy will use/uses for all of the other characters. he subconsciously uses names that have some meaning or connection with fire.