Slayer

Cyn made her way back to the Blazing Typhoon. The blacksmith has taken longer than she expected but she supposed that was because of his other patrons. Still her weapon had better be perfect. After receiving the odachi Cyn curtly thanked Macradon and began inspecting it. The weapon looked just as she wanted and only use and time would show if the smith’s skill was as good as everyone said. Cyn thanked the man again and then left with her new weapon. She’d still need a someone to show her how to use it though. Weapon collected:

Cyn walked into the Blazing Typhoon, a half sneer on her face and her long scarlet hair trailing behind her. Before she wanted to do anything permanent and legacy making in this game she wanted to get a better weapon. In fact she wanted the best weapon she could afford. Which is why she came to this blacksmith shop. The sign outside did say grand master on it so she expected the smith to be the best. She came up to the counter, ignoring any other customers in the room, and put down four materials. “I want a sword capable of inflicting lasting wounds. I hear your the best so you best be able to

Username: Slayer Real name: Cynthia Moordenaar Age: 19 Gender: Female Height: 5’9” Lvl: 7 Sp: 16 About: History- Cynthia Moordenaar has no room in her heart for mercy, kindness, or love because she was shown none her entire life. She was raised by exacting parents that let her do nothing but what they wanted her to do. They picked classes, sports, hobbies, even what friends she could have. And in everything they picked they expected, even demanded, perfection. Her family was rich, but Cynthia was not spoiled. Everything that happened to her was fo