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Cripthon
The One Blessed by Mars
Level 114
Life points
100 %
Experience
29.13 %
Strength
808
Dexterity
961
Agility
961
Constitution
961
Charisma
528
Intelligence
961
Armour 24179
Damage 569 - 633
Attention

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Guild: YAKUZA [YKZ]
Language

Character description

⚔️ ᶫC ͦR ⷡI ͦP ̾T H O N ⚔️

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 ⚔ LOBOS DO NORTE ⚔






⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣾⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⢻⣿⡟⠙⠻⣿⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡿⠋⠹⣿⣿⢳⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⠀⠀⠀⠙⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⢹⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⡇⢀⡾⠀⠀⠘⣿⣷⡀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⣴⣿⠏⠀⠀⠹⡆⢀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣷⣸⣇⠀⠀⠀⠸⠹⣿⣽⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⣮⣿⠟⠹⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣸⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⡿⠋⢿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⡿⣷⣤⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⣴⠿⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠋⢻⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠁⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠛⠦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠞⠁⠀⠀⢹⣿⡈⠑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⢀⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣄⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡤⢀⣤⡾⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣦⡀⠢⣽⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣴⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡠⠄⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠤⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣦⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⣴⣾⠟⠺⠾⠿⢿⡞⣆⢰⣿⣿⣧⢀⡆⣿⠿⠷⠶⠺⢿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⡷⢶⠶⣤⣀⠈⣧⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢸⠃⢀⣤⠴⣶⠶⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣿⠿⢋⣾⠃⠀⠀⣀⢸⣯⣄⠛⠦⣍⣸⣦⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣤⣏⣩⡶⠟⢠⣼⣿⢃⡀⠀⠀⢿⡍⠻⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⠋⢠⣾⡏⣀⣴⣾⠁⢀⣠⣿⣒⣒⣠⣀⣛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢂⣤⣄⣒⣻⣧⡀⠀⢻⣶⣄⠘⣿⣄⠈⢻⣷⡀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢰⡿⠁⣠⣿⣿⠿⢋⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠠⠞⠛⠉⠹⣿⠏⠈⢿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠘⣿⡟⠉⠙⠳⠤⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⡟⠻⢿⣿⣦⠀⢻⣧⠀⠀
⠀⢀⡿⠁⢰⡿⠋⠁⠀⢸⣿⡷⠋⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡏⠀⠀⠈⢿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠘⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⢳⣿⣿⠀⠀⠉⠿⣧⠀⢻⡆⠀
⠀⢸⠃⠀⡏⠀⢀⣀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣴⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡁⠀⠀⠀⠘⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣷⣬⣿⣿⠀⢀⣀⠀⠘⠆⠀⢧⠀
⠀⡞⢀⣴⠾⣿⣿⡿⠀⠘⣿⡟⠙⣿⡅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⢀⣠⣤⣦⣤⣤⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡏⠹⣿⡇⠀⢸⣿⣿⠿⣦⡀⢸⠀
⢠⣧⠟⠁⠀⢸⣿⣧⠀⠀⢻⠀⠀⠹⣷⠀⠀⣸⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠀⢹⠀⠀⣼⡟⠀⠀⢹⠁⠀⢸⣿⡿⠀⠀⠙⢾⡇
⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⢹⡆⠀⠀⠉⠉⣙⣿⣿⣏⣉⠛⠀⠀⠀⣿⢀⣼⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣇⠀⢰⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⡄⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⡟⠃⠀⠀⢀⣼⣷⠟⠁⠀⠀⣀⣴⣦⠀⢠⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣆⢸⡇⠈⠛⢦⡀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣷⣶⣶⠾⠛⠛⠳⢶⣶⣾⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⣠⠞⠉⠀⣿⢀⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣾⡇⠀⠀⠀⠙⣄⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⢠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⠈⠇⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠇⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⣸⡀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⠁⣿⠀⣴⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣷⣿⡇⠈⡇⣿⣿⠃⡇⢀⣿⣾⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠹⣷⠀⠘⢸⣿⠈⠀⢸⡏⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡿⠀⢻⡆⠀⢸⡏⠀⢀⣿⠁⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠈⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠇⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣇⡴⢰⢠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣇⢸⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀




Nas sombras geladas, a fúria desperta,
Lobos do Norte, feras na guerra certa.
Cripthon avança, aço em punho, sem perdão,
Rasga a carne, domina o chão!

Não há escudo que o faça parar,
Seu rugido faz o medo reinar.
Corpos caem, sangue é o preço,
Na arena, Cripthon é recomeço.
Guerreiros mortos, histórias em dor,
Só sobram ecos do nosso terror!

Lobos do Norte, ferozes e letais,
Nossa força é o medo dos ancestrais!
Marchamos juntos, sem hesitar,
Na guerra eterna, vamos reinar!