Name: Sparky
Species: Male Lucain (M)
Diet: Carnivore
Level: 12
Element: Earth
Offense: 30
Defense: 19
Precision: 34
Endurance: 20
Speed: 23
Fame: 22
Passive Traits: Disciplined, Pure Soul
Battle Traits: Fissure, Entangling Roots, Extended Claws, Sharp Vision, Spiked Body
Acclimation Forest Dweller, City Dweller
Healing War Medic, First Aid
Magic Dispel Illusion, Lifesense, Spirit Sense
Personality Perceptive, Poly Graph, Focused
Physical Dash, Keen Hearing, Keen Scent
Social Defender, Tracker
First battle had gone... Not as well as planned. But hopefully this one would go a bit better. After all he just wanted this whole ordeal over with so he could just stop fighting. It wasn't really his thing. As Sparky stepped into the ring again, he very nearly ran back out, tail inbetween his legs. He did not like hunters. Their coldness and resemblance to stone just through him off, in a scared sort of way. And he was supposed to fight one, and come out victorious?! Who did they think he was, some sort of superhero? Heck no. The lucain took a deep breathe trying to calm his nerves. If only he was just slip into battle mode again like the other time already. Then he wouldn't have to worry about these stupid fears and crap. The lucain sighed as he tensed his body, warily takin gon a fighter's stance he had recently discovered.