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About Hirru

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    Jade Hunter
  • Birthday 09/01/1991

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    Vice Commander

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  1. This was the first time that the hunter was in such a weird place. Everyone there seemed like they were top dog and were more important than him. Even though he had never met any of them, he was somehow knew their names. What sort of place was this that could beam such thoughts into ones mind. The hunter thought about that last part for a second and remembered what Shield had said once. Everyone had some kind of helmet on their heads in real life that was giving them sensations through some sort of wavelength that could be used and read by the brain, and read back into the machine to give
  2. The two of them were exchanging hard and heavy blows to the giant troll, and it had shown. Of course, Freyd had dealt the most massive amount of damage that the hunter had seen yet, but it seemed to take a told on him. The hunter couldn't have the troll try to target his friend, so as Perci did his thing, the hunter rushed forward like he had before against the Hassan. A deadly slash would sever the shattered arm before plunging the blade deep into the trolls chest, like a spider clamping down onto a person's skin. His two handed sword may have been a small toothpick to the giant troll, bu
  3. The red skinned troll had gotten up at this point, and aimed his attack towards the dark haired, red eyed one. His fist was about to connect before a swirling light would spin around his arm, carving a path of orange scars along the whole of the arm. A large impact upon his forearm would throw the punch way off the mark, and into the adjacent wall. Looking at the wound, in a large crater in his skin, the troll could see the green haired swordsman with his blade still stuck within the creature. As it pulled its arm back, the hunter would pull out from the creatures flesh and retreat as far
  4. "Huh?" The hunter was speechless. This was really the first time that someone didn't understand what was going on, but that seemed to dawn on the hunter too. His betrayal wasn't fully going out. Could it be that Hikki boi was suppressing the information, was it all just the front liners of that day that knew of the events of that day. "Oh.. I.." The hunter pulled out a teleportation crystal from his battle ready pack. He waved it around a bit, as Hirru remembered what happened. "In the Council fight, one of the five members was a small boy called Durares. He was essent
  5. "Heh, Oikawa wasn't one of us. He was apart of another guild, but still got roped into the assassination of Zelrius. No, the third vice-commander was our good old Mack himself. The boisterous man self promoted himself the moment Opal killed Ssendom. At least he kept the ball rolling for a while, and we kept plowing through each hurdle. Until he disappeared, that is. He's didn't turn mad, or at least we don't think he did, but anyone would with little Chewie destroying your food stock." The hunter began to smile a bit more. "After some time, we got another player by the name of
  6. "I don't know who that was. He could have been a subordinate of the old Council, or he could have been part of something new. All I know was that he knew something about the last boss of the 23rd boss raid." The hunter sighed normally now, as the talking was getting him to calm down a little more. Though, the information within would put him on edge. "You're right that some of us got sentimental. One tried talking to them, which kind of worked, but only to get some information out of them. Another would try enticing the bosses to stop fighting, it never really did well either.
  7. Hirru's rage didn't seem to subside as the form of the man was destroyed, being weaved into the mass that was Freyd's weapon. The only thing he could see from the Hassan was the mask revealing a grave smile and a small mouthing of words. 'Good luck' "GAAAHH!!" The hunter pierced the ground with his sword. Another one died before giving him any information about the whereabout of Durares. He would have to get in contact with Baldur to head into another den. They were the only dungeons that seemed to give him any sort of closure. Still slightly pissed, the hunter sighed to re
  8. The figure couched from the strain to his old body, but it was nothing compared to the efforts of his predecessors. He grunted before holding his ribs, there wasn't much time left in his life to waste it on this. The dark haired one had asked him a question, and he could only cackle through the rasping coughs. A dark shriveled hand appeared from under the robes pointing towards the hunter. "I would like to say the same to him, but it is easily seen where his allegiance lies. I wonder. How is the boy?" At the mention of 'the boy', the hunter instantly knew where this was going.
  9. "Huh..? Oh.. yeah. Life does indeed suck at times, and it's been doing it quite a bit lately." The hunter found himself realizing that he was going off on one of his tangents. If he could, Hirru would talk all day and night about the exploits and antics of the Blades / Knights. They were all hilarious and precious memories for him. The hunter's eyes seemed to downcast a little before bouncing back up. They may have been his past, but all of those memories were what made him what he was now. Who knew what he would be if he hadn't have met Xion at that faithful fountain in the Town o
  10. "Oikawa has since redeemed himself, and has been an active member in the front lines. He may also be taking a break from the stress the front gives, though." He chuckled a bit before noticing two more mobs lying in wait far from the caravan itself. "Opal, however, claimed herself a member of a player killer guild named, Laughing Coffin. She still came to the front lines to help, but it seemed that she had ulterior motives. In the end, she died too." The hunter would never tell that Opal fought against Laughing Coffin from the inside and died trying. It was all in a final mes
  11. Realizing that he may have overstepped a bound that he shouldn't have taken. After acknowledging the answer to her question, the hunter noticed that the lady before him straightened up and her eyes were actually paying him far too much attention than what he called for. He would hold his hands up, palms out in a show of no harm, though she didn't seem care about that. She introduced herself as YenaZoul, but prefered Yen for short, it seemed. The hunter would oblige the introduction with his own. He was also impressed by her acknowledgement of him not being a full resident of the first flo
  12. While switching out his bangle for the armor more suited for combat, the hunter would continue recalling his past. "I've done a bit of research into it, and it stands to reason that anyone that took the Vice-Commander role within the Knights of the Blood Oath would find themselves going mad, die or go missing. Each of the five Vice-Commanders we had seemed to have one of the three things happen, if not a combination of them all. I don't know why some of them did what they did, or why. I'm still wonder if one of them will truly come back, and I'm just looking at the Monument of Life for
  13. "Oh don't worry. If I'm fully lucked out, the amount of dungeons that are seen are incredibly stupid. As long as they are within my range of sight, then I will always find one. It's just a matter of which one to pick from." The hunter would boast while slightly trying to imitate a certain two handed axe wielder. It made him laugh a little before returning his accent back to normal. "Sorry, I didn't mean to boast like that. Just recalling those guys gets me back into my old spirits. I'm sure they're all still out there somewhere." He would continue on from where he left off
  14. "The Knights of the Blood Oath, huh?" The hunter took the two potions and stared drinking them one at a time. "Well, we were one of the top three guilds to rush through the Frontline. Before I started to help around the eighteenth floor raid, I believe we've officially been around since the 13th floor boss raid. At that point in time, we were actually a merger between the KoB, and the Crimson Blades, a little guild of boisterous idiots that couldn't do no wrong. That is where I joined in." A huge smile ran across the jade hunter's face. The memories of Mack, Xion, and Beores
  15. "Thank you." He would say before sitting down opposite to her. She really didn't seem to mind, or was it that she didn't care? The hunter could not tell. Though, the sound of her voice trailing a bit was concerning. It had been a little over two years since everyone got stuck in this game. It could take a heavy toll on those that decided to keep safe in the Town of Beginnings. He wanted to say something or ask, but that was poor form. Everyone was there at some point, or another. In facts, Hirru himself.. Instead, he would take an order from one of the NPC waiters that freq
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