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| renderstr = t | | renderstr = t | ||
| id = Newfather | | id = Newfather | ||
| corpse = {{ID to name|Human Corpse | | corpse = {{ID to name|Human Corpse}} | ||
| corpsechance = 100 | | corpsechance = 100 | ||
| role = Minion | | role = Minion | ||
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| cold = 25 | | cold = 25 | ||
| heat = 25 | | heat = 25 | ||
| faction = {{creature faction|{{ | | faction = {{creature faction|{{FactionID to name|Templar}}|100}} | ||
| desc = White lips hang from his hooded and overly jawed face in the asymmetry of disappointment. His brow crunches the softness out of his color-sucked eyes. He looks at his newchildren with a mixture of sharp fondness and disgust. To him, they are small puppets; their limbs must be curled around their joints with loving precision, or they are splayed open by their own wills, useless and broken. | | desc = White lips hang from his hooded and overly jawed face in the asymmetry of disappointment. His brow crunches the softness out of his color-sucked eyes. He looks at his newchildren with a mixture of sharp fondness and disgust. To him, they are small puppets; their limbs must be curled around their joints with loving precision, or they are splayed open by their own wills, useless and broken. | ||
}} | }} | ||
[[Category: | [[Category:Humanoids]] | ||
Revision as of 01:57, 9 August 2019
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Level: 24 | |
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Acid Res: 0 Elec Res: 25 Cold Res: 25 Heat Res: 25 | |
Character
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ID?
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Newfather |
Faction
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Putus Templar (Loved100 Reputation) |
Corpse Dropped
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human corpse(favilink error!) (100%) |
Role
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Minion |
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White lips hang from his hooded and overly jawed face in the asymmetry of disappointment. His brow crunches the softness out of his color-sucked eyes. He looks at his newchildren with a mixture of sharp fondness and disgust. To him, they are small puppets; their limbs must be curled around their joints with loving precision, or they are splayed open by their own wills, useless and broken.