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    So to finish up the attire and design of Hayden. Greying hair, Green eyes, A button-up leather shirt, Somewhat shattered chestplate covering said shirt, his build is on the muscular side with scorch marks along his chest and stomach, his arms are slightly lanky but still strong enough to hold his beloved axe with pride, He has a tattered red cape for a bit of flare, a pair of leather pants covered by the protection of metal. So, not to get off to an edgy start but. PARENT KILLING TIME! Hayden had a nice upbringing. A adventuring dad with a stay home mom that had a love for archery, plus, the family dog was fluffy. At age 7 he'd be able to hold his war axe present day, though he always fell down about two minutes later. At 9 his Norland village was attacked and razed in the Rubern War, killing his two sisters, mother and father. Leaving him and a two year old dog in the wild. Hayden was only ever taught the basics of hunting, skinning, cleaning, and cooking. Orasu, his lovely pet died while helping Hayden escape a grizzly bear at age 14. Hayden's mental state started in a downward spiral, making him pass out in the woods due to stress. He woke to a bedroll under him and a near warm campfire in a tent. He'd been taken into a Mercenary company, first starting off by feeding the horses and cutting lumber. Soon evolving to a ruthless hired axe at the age of 19, he'd grown a knack for cutting people in half for making him chase them or put up a fight. At 27, he'd gone on a job for the company with three others, assassinate a king. Long story short, it didn't work, the king's guards caught Hayden after his comrades left him to take the blame. Realizing all he'd been was a money maker for the company and not a valued member, he'd sold out the entire company and the contractor, causing his sentence to go down to a severe beating. After being released, he'd travel around the kingdoms. Soon enough landing a job as a royal guard at 29. He'd love the rush of a fight, but a good amount of the time lost. And during said fights his armor would be broken up. Soon enough he quit of embarrassment at 41. He kept the armor and the last sliver of his pride as he continued traveling, knowing he wouldn't be able to start a family at this age, he just doesn't want his name to be forgotten in this life.
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