#233 Hey Warrior Just kill me softly!

Ruby´s Warrior

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Hair: .::[SNL Design]::. LESTAT Black Male hair

.::[SNL Design]::. Resurrection II (Dark Brown Male Hair)

[The Forge] Beserk Pauldron, Black

[The Forge] Beserk Pauldron, Black -CBOX

Harness black studs

-Male Loincloth And Harness- [WILD]

::GB::Gladiator Boots / (Slink) GOLD
Sword Scythe Reversed blade, Gorean/medieval

Boxed Gorean Scythe/Sword: Fighting model

The Warrior is one of the seven soul types or roles in essence. The Warrior’s specialty is forceful interaction, especially with those who oppose or threaten.

“I came, I saw, I conquered.” — Julius Caesar
“Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.” — Winston Churchill
“I keep waiting to meet a man who has more balls than I do.” — Salma Hayek
 Like Kings, Warriors are action-oriented beings, and therefore down-to-earth, single-minded and very wilful. Unlike Kings, however, they tend to be more attracted to the cut and thrust of battle (whether real or metaphorical), preferring to just get stuck in rather than to stand back pulling all the strings.
Warrior souls tend to see life in terms of confrontations and rising to the challenge. There are causes to serve, struggles to be overcome, battles to be won. They like to be on the front line with their trusted comrades, and strongly value both courage and loyalty.
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,