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It is little, and broken, but it is Home.
Private Halyven 
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
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ROSCORRO
He had not walked the streets of Halyven since that fateful day he encountered Kiada. Though unlike then no eyes followed him, bidding him to steal from the next horse he saw. It was here he had made and lost a friend in the same day. But that was the past and all had been forgiven. His heart felt lighter, filled with joy at regaining Kiada as a friend. He was truly blessed. His parents had sent him here in hopes that he would die (and he nearly had on more than one occasion). Never would they had expected him to survive for so long. Not only survive, but thrive! Despite all of its dangers and faults, he loved the rift. Sure it was an unpredictable, and sometimes selfish thing, but it was his home. It was here he met Taivas, Gwyn, and Kiada. He had found friends. Ones that had not been forced to be near him or care for him. Actual beings who cared for him because they wanted to in the beginning.

Never before had he thought that someone could actually look at him and not be overcome by fear or hatred. Because no one in his world actually came to like him on their first encounter. It had taken each one of those he now called friends more than a few visits to come to accept him. Though he did not blame them for this. It was their society and culture to shun those that were different, ugly. But here, he wasn't the strangest thing in the world. In fact, he was down right normal if you thought about it. He fit. So yes, despite the darkness that seemed to pulse through this lands veins like a poison, he loved it. Hopefully, with the piece of hope given to him by Kaos himself, he would be able to save his home. To heal it of its illness and restore its hope and light. Oh how more beautiful it would be then!

So with this hope within his heart, the giant Clydesdale pranced through the fallen city. Eager to explore and find others to share his light with. Perhaps not all would consider this place home, but they were stuck here none the less. Surely they would want to see it saved rather than destroyed. Even if it was mere self preservation that drove them to rescue the Rift in the end. Who knows, maybe he would encounter someone that was equally as fond of this land as he was?
"Talk."

But You Cannot Break My Hope!
I'm Still Undefeated!
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@Akumi
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 


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It is little, and broken, but it is Home. - by Roscorro - 01-09-2018, 11:01 PM