Virtues of the Brutal

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Could you please save the strength for me,
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Name: Tarsyphanus(Tar-si-fa-nus)

Age: 20

Gender: male(if all are male, why is there a gender section :D)

Appearance: (will add pic later)

Arête: strength

Personality: very kind, sometimes naive, and not very smart, his personality does not fit his intimidating appearance or his brutal assignments, he was ridiculed as a glutton throughout his childhood, and had to get his food by fighting, but when finally he had enough food- no one ridiculed him anymore- he was a huge, powerful man. he eats a lot, and has quite the temper, he can get angry and lose control, but he's very loyal and obedient.

Weapons: his weapons- and entire fighting- is nothing like the spartan way of fighting- he has a huge bow, which most people can't draw, and a sword and shield for melee, when he's fighting in melee, he's a berserker, hacking, slashing and tearing limbs with his bare hands. his insignia is a stallion.

Other: he's a bastard, up for love.
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Save Wisdom for me and another spot in the helot too. I will post a profile later.
:)Life is full of hard times and good times. Lift your chin up, Ladies and Gentlemen.



For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein