He grew up in Markev hearing tales of valor against the undead foe from his drunkard father. As a child he found himself in fights often trying to live up to the standard he had set for himself set by his father's supposed acts of valor. When he turned 19 he took his closest friends and set off into the world to make a name for himself as a warrior.
He now returns alone and worn. His dreams of glory faded after an intensive 9 year campaign that not only took his comrades but a piece of his soul.
He walks proud, His boots padded to make him appear an inch taller than he actually is. At first glance his eyes would seem playful and full of youth but on closer inspection it would be apparent that he hides his pain well. scars cover any parts of his body where his armor was weak. Each scar its own story, yet you won't hear any from him without a fair amount of alcohol in him. He keeps his face clean shaven to tame his ego and remind him of those he's lost because of his own foolish pride. Although his dreams of glory through blood are gone he still wants to make a name for himself through humbler means, being a productive member of the community, defending the weak, and ultimately starting a family of his own. He longs for release... eternity in the Seven Skies... but he fears he will never reach the after life. Not after the shame he’s brought on himself.
Playful blue eyes
Medium length blonde hair
Warrior's build
Scars dancing around various places on his body
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