CrowScar

CrowScar

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Hero? Villain? Who does this powerful and diabolical warrior who strikes fear into the hearts of all those who oppose him fight for? The vast civilization of Europe set during the Medieval Ages has been attempting to comprehend the origins of this mysterious savior, and destroyer. CrowScar. A mid twenties man raised from the Darkness itself. Quite the character with pale skin, and long, dark brown hair, CrowScar's skills are beyond compare to that of even the strongest fighter in all the land. Read as CrowScar embarks on a journey to discover dark evil, a new world, destroy empires, and find himself along the way. With his flawless armor and weapons, he's unstoppable. -I hope you enjoy. c:
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