Kresimir Braktisur was born a Dark Elf, along with his younger brothers. He was born in the city of Renelia. He loved to study the Elven culture as he wanted to learn more about his own culture. Kresimir was treated regularly, yet sometimes wasn’t liked among the others.
Kresimir had enjoyed studying for the amount of time he was in Haelun’or, until his father and mother had died due to an assassination. Kresimir took this death very deeply and soon it felt as if he had lost all emotion. He was then adopted by Ardit Braktisur as they had lost their father too. He came to Ardit Braktisur along with his two younger brothers.
Kresimir tried his best to keep his head up as he was the oldest of his biological family. He blocked away his emotions, acting as if he was alright, yet he wasn’t. Nobody in the family ever asked about his well-being, and due to that, he wasn’t able to take it anymore, he broke. He became someone who had no emotion, he was one who didn’t care for life. Kresimir began fighting, assassinating people who he deemed worthy of death.
Kresimir had become someone who didn’t care for anyone but himself and his brothers. He did not care for the money, more so the people he killed. He deemed them a waste and killed them off for the sins they committed towards anyone or anything. He was given a nickname by someone he had killed, before they were dying, they called Kresimir ‘Akuma’ and that is what he has called himself ever since.
At the moment, Kresimir had departed from Haelun’or, journeying off to Morsgrad, trying to figure out anyone who can tell him the whereabouts of his siblings.
“I’ve come here with my brothers, I’m unaware of what they seek but personally I am here for fame and maybe wealth as well if it becomes an option.” *He’d murmur in a deep monotone voice as he stared down into the male’s eyes with a neutral face*. “Oh? And how will you try to gain fame?..” *Asked the male, enthusiastically*. “Through anyway I see fit...I’ll most likely pursue the same thing I’ve tried doing before” *Kresimir would respond*. “Oh? and how is th-.“ *The male would ask before Kresimir put his hand over the male’s mouth, leaning forward and quietly whispering* “Don’t ask”. *Kresimir would remove his hand from the male’s mouth, straightening his back and walking off but not before offering a friendly wave to the male*. *Kresimir would stand still momentarily, looking up at the sun before sighing to himself and then he’d take off, sprinting*
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