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1 | Nayahze Kakafas Unma
2 | Vincent Gale Arvel
3 | Essek Uien Dollok
4 | Roviell Ol' Vekaeda
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Nayahze
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【 NayahzeX X X X X XKakafasX X X X X XUnma 】
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♫"Knowledge and the will to use it is strength in itself."♫

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Nicɮname:

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No nicknames. (Pronunciation: nah-E-ah-zeh | kah-kah-fahs | OO-nmah)

Birthdaɣ:

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June, 4th

Age Appearance:

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27/31

Real Age:

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200

Gender:

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Character gender here

Sexuality:

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Heterosexual

Race:

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Human, but gift strongly in magic

Sɮills:

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Magic, black magic. He is perceptive in a lot of things. He knows very little hand-to-hand, his strength lying in his magic.

Weapons:

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Although he can cast magic without it, he wields a staff. In looks the staff appears to be birch's black twin. At the top it twists intricately. Carved into the wood all over are symbols and spells of complex design.

Powers:

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Nayahze is a powerful wizard who wields magic. He can also use Black Magic

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Ħuman Ϝorm

Hair Ͼolor:

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Silver

Eye Ͼolor:

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Black

Ѕɮin Ͼolor:

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Pale

Ѕcars/Tattoos/Piercings:

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No scars, yet. No piercings, yet. He has the symbol of black magic on his left shoulder-blade. It was put there by magic cast by his father.

Height:

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5'11

Weight:

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185

Body Type:

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Fit, but scholarly.

Differences:

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The scythe is a staff and that would be accurate.

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Biography:

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There's not a lot that can be said about Nayahze's past since there are not a lot of people alive who know about it, even less any records. However, this is how his story goes:
Two-hundred years ago, Nayahze lived as an only child named, Sven Reynold Ricklow. His mother was Sarah Ricklow, and his father was Danial Ricklow. They were a private people, and so stayed secluded in the nearby woods and up the mountain range away from town. It was in a tiny pasture that they built their home, and have been there ever since; the only addition being Sven. On the outside they are respectable, if a little too cautious in regards to their son. But Sven knew 'cautious' was an understatement. They were strict and often harsh towards their son, as if he were a stranger.
Every time his father went into town, he paid a visit to clerics and healers in private to acquire remedies for his sons Oddities, as they called it. When he took these remedies it was suppose to suppress them, but they did that as much as you could stop the hair on your head from growing. These remedies went from potions to injections, and were painful sometimes. Of course, once you looked at him and saw how different he was from his parents, you too would see that there was something off about him.
Appraising him, you'd see a pale face and clever eyes, the eyes of one who is Aware. Instantly you'd know that these were traits not found in his parents. But what would really disturb you, is when you found the mark of Dark Magic on his left shoulder-blade. Sven was Gifted. As far back as he could remember, he had influence over objects or elements--even if just slightly--if he focused hard enough. He never knew why they would force him to choke down those remedies to suppress his gift. He saw it as special. Sven never knew how special until someone came to his door. He was seven years old.
It was late in the night, after Sven had gone to bed, that the knock on the door came. The knocking aroused him. Sven only sat up when he heard the gasp and pottery shatter. A deep voice came from the living room asking where "he" was. There was arguing for a couple minutes, if not fearfully. The deep voice rose, there was an inarticulate scream, flashes of light, and then silence. All of a sudden his bedroom door opened and a cloaked man door in the doorway. He was holding a staff. It was Graul Unma, the Dark Wizard of that age. That night Sven was told his heritage.
Seven years ago, Graul saw that he was getting old. With no love and no heir, his bloodline and knowledge was in danger. He didn't care what broad bore the heir, so long as their was one to pass on his name and teachings, and the Ricklow's were perfect. They were private, poor, feared him, and the wife wasn't bad looking as a bonus. Once the child was born, he left his mark for them and the child to remember him by, and swore them to secrecy: never were they to tell another soul. He left them with a promise: he would be back to claim the child when he was old enough. That time had come.
The rest we all know. Sven's name was changed to Nayahze, and raised to be a dark wizard, living under his fathers roof, teachings, and rules until Graul's death. Since then Nayahze has grown, lived, and experienced in the dark arts. Just how much he knows about the current events is debatable, for Nayahze has eyes and ears everywhere.

Personality:

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Intelligent. Secretive. Astute.

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Liɮes:

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.♥.

Like #1

.♥.

Like #2

.♥.

Like #3

.♥.

Like #4

.♥.

Like #5

...and so on.

Disliɮes:

X X

☣

Dislike #1

☣

Dislike #2

☣

Dislike #3

☣

Dislike #4

☣

Dislike #5

...and so on.

Fears:

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Any kind of fear here(optional, to an extent)

Others:

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Anything more here

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Vincent[Human Form]
Vincent[Werewolf Form]
They call me!
Vincent Gale Arvel
I have been around for...
27
I am a....
Lycan
I treat people this way....
Impassive, mellow. It takes a lot to get him angry, however, there are key words that can get him going easily. Some of these topic are his family, his honor(one such thing is calling him a coward), and the like.
I use this to defend and attack
A dagger, and the Mace of Spirits.
My occupation
Violet Sage
This person seems to have captured my heart
None yet
Once upon a time...
Dating back since before the fall of the four great Kingdoms, the Arvel Family are the original owners of the Mace of Spirits, even the Lycan blood in the Arvel Family holds true. In those times the Arvel family protected the Mace of Spirits by living in a church. The people believed--and they did not discourage it--that the Arvel family possessed a magical gift of sorts that passed onto the next chosen in the bloodline, like how a wizard passes on his gift to his young ones. This new chosen one would therefore have become a Spirit Wolf, that was connected to the spirit world, thus giving him the ability that Mace of Spirits really grants. These rumors and beliefs protected the Mace of Spirits from covetous hands, for it was then merely a relic passed on to the next Spirit Wolf.
When the kingdoms fell, the Arvel family fell between the cracks and vanished out of time. The Spirit Wolf became myth and history, and the Arvel Family descended into poverty. Without the rumors to cover for the Mace of Spirits, they were forced to hide it from sight. Only when they grew old would they pass it and it's knowledge on to the next generation. In so doing, the Mace of Spirits was able to exist in silence.
Then the Ice Age hit.
This new threat put a strain on the Arvel family and their only son and daughter. The demons that came didn't make this easier. Just when they didn't think it could get any worse, something happened. A Demon Lord, hunting for Sages, came knocking one day. Vincent was twenty-six.Vincent's family was slaughtered, but before his parents died, they passed on the Mace of Spirits and told him to run. He barely got out alive fleeing into the blizzard that was raging outside. Believing he was dead, he collapsed, and fell into the ruins of a relatively intact building. It was a church, and upon investigation, the one his ancestors used to live in. He vowed to put a stop to the Ice Age, find the other sages, and kill any demons in his way.
A year passed. Nothing has changed since then.
The music of my soul....
Nothing
What do you mean just a puppet?
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Essek "The Destroyer"
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【 EssekX X X X X XUienX X X X X XDollok 】
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♫"I am Essek The Destroyer, may God have mercy on your soul."♫

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Nicɮname:

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The Destroyer

Birthdaɣ:

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13th, April

Age:

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Real Age:

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Essek is ancient, but he would be approximately 9,000 years old.

Gender:

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Male

Sexuality:

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Heterosexual, but don't expect him to be too eager to find a woman.

Race:

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It is said that Essek was once a holy and blessed Paladin before he was denounced and cursed by the Gods, now serving as a summon against evil(part of his curse.)

Sɮills:

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Essek is a wielder of blades, he is not unfamiliar with knives,--quite the opposite--and has some experience with spears and halberds. He is what you'd expect of a reputed, battle hardened veteran warrior. His involvement with Kings, Queens and churches, also gives him knowledge of architecture centered around that of castles and other large buildings.

Weapons:

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Essek uses a b*****d sword, or, a hand-and-a-half sword. Because of the curse placed by the gods, any evil that touch his sword is like touching acid, burning away the flesh instantly. As a safety measure he has a knife tucked away in his right boot.

Powers:

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Essek has no special powers. As an ex-paladin and part of the curse the Gods laid on him, anybody evil touching Essek's blade and skin is like touching acid.

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Ħuman Ϝorm

Hair Ͼolor:

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Black, like it was burned

Eye Ͼolor:

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Bright red, like in the photo

Ѕɮin Ͼolor:

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Ash, like wood burned to a crisp

Ѕcars/Tattoos/Piercings:

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Essek has a great many battle scars in all places, some that are ghastly, some that are small, some that are large. On the left side of his chest, over his heart, is an ancient symbol of a merciful god; now it looks marred, twisted like his armor.

Height:

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10'5

Weight:

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300

Body Type:

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Muscular, fit, well experienced, mature.

Differences:

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There aren't any big differences in appearance. Essek's armor is meant to be twisted from it's holiness because of his actions, to forever display the wicked that twisted his heart to earn such a punishment.

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Biography:

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Once upon a time, in a year far far away, Essek Dollok was human.
Nothing could be said much about his parents except that their failure and abuse against him resulted in Essek's pursuit to stop injustice. Without siblings Essek had no one to depend on but himself, so he became strong-willed and independent. His goal to stop injustice, and the determination to fulfill it, lead him to become a paladin trainee at eleven. Working hard and never loosing sight of his goal, Essek surpassed his master at nineteen.
At first, when he took on the world as a paladin, he ran into some problems. Nobody believed in him, and thus kept him on guard duty. During that time Essek had fallen and gotten back up more times in the beginning that he could count, fighting against a world that told him "no". He only got some real traction in he hit his mid-twenties, when the King called in protection at a serious threat against his life. All that can be said in record is that Essek faced the danger bravely, and saved the king.
Nothing much can be said after that. Having earned a reputation, Essek was allowed to flourish. In times of strife, Essek had rose up, earning the respect of the church and of the King. As thanks, the head priest blessed him and his weapon. When he hit his forties, Essek fell in love with a loyal priest. Her beauty was captivating. Soon he was married, and after that he had a son. Record doesn't follow his bloodline. Nor does it have much record about what happened next, but we know. An evil creature of darkness had twisted Essek's heart like vile poison, filling his mind his lies and deceit. Essek, in a rage, remembering his parents and their lack of love, he killed her. In fact, she had always loved him, but the evil of the creature had put hate in his heart. In payment for destroying one of the Gods beloved disciples, they had cursed him to live a horrid life as a tool by the pure to destroy injustice and evil, as he wanted.
His human body was distorted with his armor and holy gift, and became "The Destroyer", a summon to be used by those unmolested by evil.

Personality:

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Essek is a complicated person. He is devoted to his role in vanquishing evil(although he never imagined being a summon to do so), but hates that he is disgraced and dishonored, living with guilt, regret, and sadness he may never overcome. He can be merciful, sparing lives, and doing so as often as he can, but has almost forgotten what it was like before his curse, when he was carefree and kind. He has even almost forgotten what it was like to love. He tries to remember those days, to be kind, content in his way of life baring no ill-will. But it is hard Time has made him a hard person.

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Liɮes:

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.♥.

Peace

.♥.

Quiet

.♥.

Solitude and comforts that go with it

.♥.

Taking long baths

.♥.

Pianist music

...and so on.

Disliɮes:

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☣

Evil, wickedness, and corruption in general

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Lying

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Violence caused by rage, and pointless violence

☣

Failure

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Arrogance

...and so on.

Fears:

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Getting too close to a woman, or too close to children. Claustrophobia.

Others:

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Essek still wears his wedding ring.

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Aiden Livianus
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【 RoviollX X X X X XOl'X X X X X XVekaeda 】
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♫"Fear me."♫

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Nicɮname:

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Rovioll goes by the name: Aiden Dorian Livianus

Birthdaɣ:

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2nd October

Age:

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Real Age:

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6198

Gender:

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Male

Sexuality:

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Heterosexual

Race:

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Because of his relation with the dark arts and evil, you could call him a Demon in the nun-religious way, but Rovioll is more commonly known as a Summon.

Sɮills:

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Rovioll doesn't have a lot physical talents; however, he is very perceptive and is a rough judge of character. He is like a very old man, he isn't very physical, but he doesn't have to be.

Weapons:

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Rovioll doesn't use any weapons, his strength is in his magic.

Powers:

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Aiden is a dabbler in wizardry, just enough knowledge and know-how and practice to get by with doing the little things; and assisting his true ability. Aiden's true ability is the manipulation of Fear and peoples fears, which kinda fill the same boat really. That one ability is his real appeal as a summon. Sic him on a person or people and he'll drive them nuts before they die. It's what made him dangerous and a high-rate summon.

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Ħuman Ϝorm

Hair Ͼolor:

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Blood red

Eye Ͼolor:

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Grey

Ѕɮin Ͼolor:

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Normal White

Ѕcars/Tattoos/Piercings:

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Rovioll is not marked in any way, but he does have a piercing in his left ear for a silver ring earring.

Height:

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5'10

Weight:

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184

Body Type:

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Rovioll has a fit but non-muscular build.

Differences:

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When he appears normal to people, Rovioll is usually clad in a white shirt and simple pants with no wings.

Ѧlternate Ӻorm

Hair Ͼolor:

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Blood red

Eye Ͼolor:

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Ghostly white

Ѕɮin Ͼolor:

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Normal white

Ѕcars/Tattoos/Piercings/Wings:

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Nothing marks his body except for a piercing on his left ear for his silver ring earring. Rovioll has big, dark-red tinted, bat-like wings.

Height:

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5'10

Weight:

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184

Body Type:

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Rovioll remains a fit but non-muscular

Differences:

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Nothing really.

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Biography:

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Like most summons, Rovioll existed in a another dimensional plain until called by a worthy master. In his world he was a plague of the innocent, a nightmare. When called, he was such in that world. He was never meant to fight during battle, he was suppose to reap the souls of those marked by his master. In forgotten ages he recalled being summoned by those powerful and doing his job with pride. That was his contract. He enjoyed it. Even when he wasn't summoned he knew he struck fear into those "pure" wizards who thought sensibly. That was until his next master bit off more than he could chew.
When you use magic to bring forth a summon, two things can happen. One: when they are summoned, they do what they are suppose to do, and leave; or Two: they break from the bonds of their master too weak to control them and do damage upon the world. How much damage depends on how powerful the summon is. That such thing happened to Rovioll. In his last masters desperate attempt to save his life from greater enemies who wanted to kill him, he summoned Rovioll o' Vekaeda. Thinking that the catastrophe Rovioll would cause wasn't as bad as his trouble, he committed himself to a contract that was burned by his summon. As payment, Rovioll made his master suffer a thousand deaths before he died, his masters enemies, worse.
Nothing could really be said after that. Since his freedom, or "birth" if you will, Rovioll has been a loner. He tried to cause chaos and mayhem, but it didn't feel as enjoyable as he thought it would be. Being both mellow and patient, he didn't milk his freedom as quickly and sporadic as others would be. He "breezed", rather than "rushed". However, no matter what he did, there was something missing. He figured it was homesickness, but that didn't explain everything or make a lot of sense. Purpose? Maybe. He never figured it out. Rather than delve into this mystery, he continued to be patient, savoring his time among a world he drifted in, terrorizing where he could.

Personality:

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Mellow, patient, calculative.

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Liɮes:

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.♥.

Terrorizing people

.♥.

Seeing fear in people

.♥.

Seeing chaos among people who are close

.♥.

Dark environments.

.♥.

Women with a backbone

...and so on.

Disliɮes:

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☣

Bright places

☣

Holy and blessed objects

☣

Priests

☣

Betrayers

☣

Awkward silences

...and so on.

Fears:

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He doesn't really fear anything

Others:

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Rovioll is weak against anything holy and blessed.

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