Fatal
Pet Name: Fatal
Owner: Rain
Theme / Type: Albino Ahbruis
Collection: 4
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 1
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Books Read: None
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Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]
Name: Fatal "The Unforgiven" Seris
Age: ~23 years
Height: 6'1"
Talents: Advanced weapon master (specialty katanas)
Personality: Charismatic and charming, always a tiny smile on his face and a wink for the ladies. He finds amusement in a lot of small things and loves nothing more than finding a quiet spot where he isn't bothered. He practices daily with his weapons because it calms him.
The history of Fatal is blurred, marred by visions of what he remembers and scraps of what he has chosen to forget. His earliest memories are of him running from the authorities with his best friend, a little phantom fox named Echo. Always a loner, Fatal spent most of his time doing odd jobs for money. It usually composed of him doing mundane household chores or an escort service to another town, but he took them as they came. He had thought of becoming a mercenary at one point or another, but the thought of blood on his hands made him cringe for some reason.
He had always been good with weapons for as long as he could remember. Fatal used to run around corn fields, flailing away at the husks with a large stick, knocking them to the ground before they were ready, much to the dismay of the farmers around him. He loved the feel of something zinging beside him, that beautiful sound of a blade cutting into wind. It was almost as if it played its own music, and when he wields his weapons it's as if the world becomes silent, except for that clear, cutting sound.
Everywhere he goes, Fatal seems to run into someone who wants to kill him. He now tends to stay on the outskirts of town, hiding his face when he enters anywhere. His mission in life is now to stay anonymous, and move forward from whatever was haunting him.
The only image of his past is almost dream-like. A clearing, covered in snow and ice, and a frozen white tree covered in red veins. All around the tree are the dead, so many staining the snow in dark red blood. A glowing figure, beautiful and terrifying at the same time, floating toward him, reaching out to him, a scream that leaves his throat and splits even his own head apart...
Fatal feels as though it might be better if he stays away from people..at least for now. He does what he can to get by, but other than that his days are spent in nature itself, quiet, calm, and always listening.
He meets few in his travels that he maintains friendships with, but those he does he will die for.
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