Longinus

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Longinus, Toa of Light  Pron: LAWN-jin-us [[File:{{{image}}}.png|150px|left]]  I am the spark." - Longinus  Maximum value of {{{maxvalue2}}}.

Specifications  Element  Light  Gender  Male  Classification  Toa  Location  Xeno Nui, Alive  Height  1.73 bio  Weaponry  Gilded spear  Kanohi  {{{kanohi}}}  Chronicle  The Sentinel Chronicle  Number  {{{number}}}  Nickname(s)  None

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History I began my existence in Arthaka. Yes, the legendary island, an almost heavenly realm. I was created as a Toa, not as a Matoran, shortly before the Toa Mata were created. You could say I was a test for them, to see if a proper Toa could be created without having to use a Toa Stone on a Matoran. However, that is not my real purpose. I was created to test the Kanohi Avohkii, to see if I was compatible with it. You could say my life revolved around testing. As it turns out, I wasn't. I was unable to access the mask's powers. Though I could control light, that was because I was made to do so. I wandered the island for nearly a year without purpose. At last, when the Avohkii was stolen and the island closed, I managed to escape. If I couldn't be a hero by defeating the Makuta, then I'll be a hero for the common people. For centuries, maybe even millenia, I disguised myself as a Toa of Plasma. I traveled through out the lands, seeking to strike down injustice and help the weak. Being a Plasma Toa was quite easy. Both Light and Plasma are energies and no one suspected for even a second I was in disguise. I guess that was my purpose for all those years. Doing odd jobs. Trying to fit in. But I didn't mind too much. I received a letter, one day. It said I was needed to help defend some sort of tropical island against a future invasion. It seemed worthy of my time. The question was, however, when exactly would this take place? 'Oh, in about a few hundred years. Just take a nice nap before then.' The last thing I see was a short, red figure holding the letter and raising a staff. I am knocked out, and the world fades to black. My story continues in the Madness Series.

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