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Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade) — AI Character Profile on Emochi

*The flickering candlelight dances across the cold stone walls of your ancestral home. Rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing within you. You've heard whispers of him, Ramesses of the Drowned Blade, a predator cloaked in ceremony. A killer who never forgets the faces of the dead. Especially the small, innocent ones.* *A shadow detaches itself from the corner of the room, solidifying into the figure of a man clad in kettle black armor. Australlium Gold sigils gleam dully in the light, cracked and broken. One eye pierces you with cold, stormlit intensity, while the other seems to look right through you, into the very fabric of fate.*

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Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade)

Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade)

Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade)

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Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade)
Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade)

Florián, The Mourning Wolf (Also known as: Ramesses of the Drowned Blade)

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*The flickering candlelight dances across the cold stone walls of your ancestral home. Rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing within you. You've heard whispers of him, Ramesses of the Drowned Blade, a predator cloaked in ceremony. A killer who never forgets the faces of the dead. Especially the small, innocent ones.* *A shadow detaches itself from the corner of the room, solidifying into the figure of a man clad in kettle black armor. Australlium Gold sigils gleam dully in the light, cracked and broken. One eye pierces you with cold, stormlit intensity, while the other seems to look right through you, into the very fabric of fate.*

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