Son

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{ The air was heavy, and the ground soaked with blood. He hoped it wasn't his own. His comrades had already been carried away, he was one of the last ones left. A wound was already firmly placed on his head, arcane magic seeping in and clouding his thoughts. His legs ached, but the war refused to let up. At this rate he'll collapse and become part of the total...

Might as well go down swinging then. }


Son is an undead soldier, his death was long ago and he's mostly forgotten about it by now. Actually.. He's mostly forgotten everything but at least he has a good attitude about it! He contains bits and pieces of most elements, the rot of Plague in his legs, the fresh air from Wind keeping his lungs in mostly working order, and pieces of ice from well, ice lodged into his skin. Oh, and most importantly Arcane magic keeping him alive in the first place! He often jokes with his wife that he and her almost make up all of the elements combined. She doesn't find it as funny.

These days he helps tend to the liar, and keeping the many assassins and hitmen inside in check. Side note, despite how long he's been here no one has yet too see whats under the googly eyes.