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Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения! И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день
A child of light and darkness. He spent his entire life on the island, the homeland of his father. Long ago, he saved his mother from those seeking easy profit. Many years have passed since then, and during this time, Helkehon learned much from the people, who he thought were foreign to him. But it only seemed that way, as he didn't know the people of his mother, scattered throughout the world. Therefore, he decided to embark on a journey to piece together the history of a once-great race, about which his mother told him in the long evenings, knowing only a small part.
Icy calm and composure, imperturbability, readiness for any surprises, resilience and endurance, cruelty and ruthlessness...
Helkehon doesn't like to talk unnecessarily, and in general, he rarely speaks, mostly conveying information through gestures. Because of this, some mistake him for being mute.
Helkehon's constant companion is the black jaguar Mellon, always ready to help his master.
Weapons: an elven bow, arrows with serrated and widened tips, a retractable silver spear (like the cute one from the well-known movie about the hornless demon), two stabbing knives. A ring on the ring finger of his left hand, given to him by his father. According to him, it possesses unknown magical power.
This is all I could come up with for now; maybe I'll think of something else later.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Damn, Ar is right. Ment constantly messes things up, whether it's the number or the character. I'll choose again now.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи