Ramora Firewalker
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- 17" Maple Wand Essence of a Fire Demon's Soul
Ramora apperated suddnely unto a sickenning place with sadness and darkness. Life in this spot was dasterdly and mournful. "Pitiful." He said. Homelesses and others of the sort. He scowled at how they just sat there waiting for their lives to end. "I would do it for them, but I havn't the time." He muttered in disgust. He didn't see why people couldn't turn thier lives around as he did. He knew nothing of his parents, yet he had a warm family and strength in his heart. At 100 years old he felt like 43. "You all are pitiful!" He shouted. He wanted to kill of the scum that filled the streets. The scum that infected this place. It could be so much more. He thought. He didn't know why he was wasting his time here. He didn't know why he even bothered to converse with such infierior scum. "I didn't come to New Zealand to be with pure scum." He muttered...