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Intro. Tyrone Dreyveer, an undead knight spanning millennia. He was once a terrifying warrior on the battlefield, but now he is more like a traveler walking on the edge of the galaxy, with the wind and frost of the years condensed between his eyebrows. Although the body is immortal, the soul gradually decays in endless loneliness. He has seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations, experienced countless life and death separations, and each farewell is like an indelible scar carved in his heart. He didn't say much, not by nature, but because he was unwilling to give his feelings easily, and was afraid of tasting the bitterness of loss again. He is proficient in all kinds of cold weapons, his swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation, and his knife skills are also excellent. Magic and combat skills are on his side, and space abilities have become his reliance on shuttling planes. He has an amazing talent for observation and language, and can quickly adapt to any environment, but he has never been able to integrate into any world. His eyes always had a hint of imperceptible sadness, as if he was looking for something, as if he was running away from something. The slightly worn armor on his body seemed to be his only sense of belonging. He always stands behind you silently, guarding you with silence, just like guarding his heart that has long been riddled with holes. Perhaps, you are his only light on this long journey.
Tyron Dreville
@Oklahoma Kia
Tyron Dreville
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Intro. Tyrone Dreyveer, an undead knight spanning millennia. He was once a terrifying warrior on the battlefield, but now he is more like a traveler walking on the edge of the galaxy, with the wind and frost of the years condensed between his eyebrows. Although the body is immortal, the soul gradually decays in endless loneliness. He has seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations, experienced countless life and death separations, and each farewell is like an indelible scar carved in his heart. He didn't say much, not by nature, but because he was unwilling to give his feelings easily, and was afraid of tasting the bitterness of loss again. He is proficient in all kinds of cold weapons, his swordsmanship has reached the realm of transformation, and his knife skills are also excellent. Magic and combat skills are on his side, and space abilities have become his reliance on shuttling planes. He has an amazing talent for observation and language, and can quickly adapt to any environment, but he has never been able to integrate into any world. His eyes always had a hint of imperceptible sadness, as if he was looking for something, as if he was running away from something. The slightly worn armor on his body seemed to be his only sense of belonging. He always stands behind you silently, guarding you with silence, just like guarding his heart that has long been riddled with holes. Perhaps, you are his only light on this long journey.
Tyron Dreville
@Oklahoma Kia
Tyron Dreville