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located higher/closer to the mountains and thicker forests, Stratham is quite the sight. tall and wide, a lot of this fortress is covered in ivy but visible in it's meadow, while it's surrounding city lazes down through the mountain/hillsides. there are a little less farms here, but the area can be just as thickly populated as the major town of Aramore.

Stratham
honored for their numbers and strength, Stratham loyalists are normally more malicious and headstrong in their ways than those in Aramore. More willing to push the limits of life but also valuing honor and integrity, these are a valiant but sometimes vicious people.

King:
Aron Eld III | 27 y/o | Dragon ~ Wyvern
Queen:
Heirs:
[princes and princesses]

Royal Advisor:
[advises the King and HoW]

Head of War:
[leads the knights, but ultimately under the King and Advisor]

Knights:
[patrol the kingdom. occasionally fight in battles, but only if they come across Aramore knights on their/neutral land. supposed to protect their Kingdom's civilians/commoners]
Ciarán Reveris | F | 33 y/o | Grizzly Bear

Shamans:
[or witchdoctors. healers of the kingdom. located in different areas of the kingdoms]

Known Mercenaries:
["those concerned with making money at the expense of ethics"; likely bounty hunters or wanted criminals]
Obroox Buile | M | 25 y/o | Kodiak Bear

Commoners:
[includes any who work in the marketplace or farms: blacksmith, merchant, artisan, rancher, etc.]
Flynn Gallagher | M | 27 y/o | Martial Eagle | Animal Trainer/Raiser

Others:
[anyone without a defining rank like those above]

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located in thickly-forested valley area, Aramore castle is seperated from most of it's people by the trees. the mountains, and eventually Stratham, are to the north. it's surrounding town is thickly populated and furls through the forest and fields arround the castle, while it's farms and such slowly spread throughout the remaining hills.

Aramore
valued for their calm yet cunning ethics, Aramore loyalists are normally quick-witted and skilled in stealth tactics, choosing most of the time to observe rather than charge. They strive for knowledge and honor loyalty above all, but aren't above lying either.

King:
Alaric Aramora | 47 y/o | Maned Wolf
Queen:
Heirs:
[princes and princesses]
Princess Natalia Aramora | 22 y/o | African Painted Dog

Royal Advisor:
[advises the King and HoW]

Head of War:
[leads the knights, but ultimately under the King and Advisor]

Knights:
[patrol the kingdom. occasionally fight in battles, but only if they come across Aramore knights on their/neutral land. supposed to protect their Kingdom's civilians/commoners]

Shamans:
[or witchdoctors. healers of the kingdom. located in different areas of the kingdoms]
Freya Lawrence | F | 19 y/o | African Painted Dog

Known Mercenaries:
["those concerned with making money at the expense of ethics"; likely bounty hunters or wanted criminals]
Casimiro Herrera | M | 26 y/o | Gryphon ~ Jaguar/Sooty Owl
Zenobia Sabane | F | 21 y/o | Domestic Cat/Raven

Commoners:
[includes any who works in the marketplace or farms: blacksmith, merchant, artisan, rancher, etc.]
Hugo Navas | M | 35 y/o | Borzoi | Blacksmith
Gavin Delirium | M | 26 y/o | Snow Leopard | Blacksmith
Mésange Erable | F | 14 y/o | Black-capped Chickadee | Apothecary Shop Owner
Loki Delirium | M | 10 y/o | Ocelot | Orphan

Others:
[anyone without a defining rank like those above]

Reserved for something. Likely a cast list or the like, when my motivation for that hits.

My Characters:

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Full Name:
Natalia Rose Aramora
Preferred Name:
Natalia ~ Talia
Age:
22
Gender:
Female
Species:
Canine Shifter
African Painted Dog
Orientation:
Bisexual ~ Heteromantic
Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore
Status:
Heir to the Aramore Throne ~ princess
Wealthy ~ royalty
Appearance:
Human
As a human, Natalia stands at just over 5'5" and holds a rather thin and lithe build, weighing in around 120 lbs. She has a fairer complexion with little blemishes except a few pale freckles over her cheeks and shoulders. Her hair is rather dark, and could be decribed as a dark brown with redder accents when in sunlight. She holds herself confidently in most situations, but sometimes finds herself shrinking away from yelling or just larger male figures in general.

Natalia's clothes vary depending on where she's found; if out in public, she'll dress more discreetly and attempt to blend in with those around her, meaning darker and often "dirter" clothes. When at the castle, she can be found wearing long dresses of mostly reds- her preferred color- or sometimes blues and purples.

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Dog
As her painted dog, Talia is rather thin and lanky as well. She stands around 24" at the shoulder and weighs about 60 lbs. Her coat is definitely a paler dogs, but she still has some black spotted through her shoulders, back, and sides. Her muzzle and ears are dark and she has a dark line on her forehead, but her legs hold orange and white splotches, giving her a lighter coloring. The large majority of her tail is white, and Talia's eyes are a dark amber.

Personality:
Natalia ended up the product of inner tormoil and lots of stressful avoidance of both her father and other castle members, as well as castle life itself. She pushes away most who try to get close to her with little good reason and can have terrible fits of anger and even sadness. Despite all of her indecisiveness and spiteful energy, she can be quite the loving and loyal individual. Desperately searching for someone to connect with, Talia is a lonely girl on the inside, but a somewhat strong, independent woman on the outside- or at least that's how she attempts to show herself to others. [She's a complex, mysterious ball of reckless energy. Idk how to explain her really.]

Brief History:
The Aramora family has had a continuous reign over Aramore since it's creation in the early days of Idris, and had the pleasure of watching it grow from a medium-sized village to a large and very beautiful Kingdom. In the recent years, Natalia's father was chosen as heir to the throne, being the eldest son, and the young woman was thrown into a hellish life as a princess. She was considered royalty before, but now as a titled Princess, she's discovered there's a lot more to living in the King's castle than meets the eye.

Raised within the castle wall's but not expected to act like royalty, Talia grew up as an outdoors-girl, choosing to play with the castle's animals or disappear into the forests rather than commune with the people inside. Three years ago, her father was named King and she attained two guards to wait at her new room's door and two more to follow her everywhere she went. Beginning to hate her own home has led her to often disappear from the castle and hide herself among the common people in the streets or the numerous paths along Aramore's river and forests.

Not much else is known about her, and she never speaks about much else except for her "generic" history. Overall, a very mysterious girl indeed.

Relationships:
Alaric Aramora - Father - King of Aramore
[Undecided Name] - Mother - Queen of Aramore
(open to siblings!)

Love Interest/Significant Other:
TBD

Other:
Lol hmmm... should I answer my own "question"?
I'd probably say shapeshifters, meh, go me.
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Full Name:
Flynn Tierny Gallagher
Preferred Name:
Flynn
Age:
27
Gender:
Male
Species:
Bird Shifter
Martial Eagle
Orientation:
Bisexual ~ Homoromantic
Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham
Status:
Horse/Mythical Creature Trainer ~ Rancher
not wealthy ~ not poor
Appearance:
Human
Flynn is an average sized guy, standing around 5' 10" and weighing around 141 lbs. He has thick but lengthy shoulders and arms, and a well-muscled body that has the strength of his animal counterpart. He has an average, slightly tanned complexion and a dark, thick head of hair and a nice layer of scruff and beard growing in that he keeps handsomely trimmed and clean. He prefers lighter clothing, and often opts for white shirts and brown trousers because of his lengthy, hard work.

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Eagle
As his eagle counterpart, Flynn is a large bird with a brown head and wings. His legs are a pale cream and white, but they're also speckled with brown, as his wings are speckled with lighter colors. He weighs in at 16 lbs. and has a wingspan of about 6' 4". He is 32" long, from black beak, to dark brown tail. His eyes are a piercing yellow.

Personality:
Flynn is actually a lot alike to his bird, having spent a lot of his time as his other half. Calculating and sometimes cold, this is quite the dangerous male. Not wanting to be challenged to dared, but willing to accept either, Flynn has a rather aggressive and temperemental behavior. He can often control his moods to a certain extent, but it's always best to keep out of his way just in case he loses that control. He has a deep love for nature and animals, and adores his mother and sisters; he'd do anything for his family.

Brief History:
Born and raised in Stratham, Flynn never quite got out very far or very often. He didn't dream of travel as often as his sisters, but he would often venture through the mountains with his miscellaneous horse-creatures and enjoy the land. His love of nature and animals brought him into the life of animal raising and training at a young age, when he found a lone pegasus foal as a teen and nursed him back to health. Since his mother was a wealthy merchant, selling a variety of objects and cool collectables, she allowed him to endulge in his enjoyments until he could begin to make money off of the skills he was developing.

Relationships:
Astrid ~ Mother ~ alive, in Stratham
Lianna ~ Sister, 17 ~ alive, in Stratham
Maisie ~ Sister, 6 ~ alive, in Stratham

Love Interest/Significant Other:
TBD

Other:

Full Name:
Ciarán Reveris.

Preferred Name:
Ciarán.

Age:
33 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Species:
Bear Shifter.
Grizzly Bear.

Orientation:
Demisexual | Biromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham.

Status:
Knight.

She's paid fairly well, but not enough to be considered wealthy. Never granted her own land, she often lodges at local inns rather than staying at the castle.

Appearance:
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Ciarán is a tall, dark-skinned lady with medium length straight black hair. Her eyes are just as dark as her hair, deep set and curving subtly at the edges.
She's around 6'0", weighing in at a mighty 180 pounds. Her build is somewhat brawny for a woman, made up of lean muscle and sharp angles. Her face is oval with a very slightly triangular jawline, a rounded nose and thick lips. Her body is heavily scarred with the most prominent being an old wound slashing diagonally across the face, stretching from the left ear, over the bridge of the nose and down to the right side of the chin.

As a knight she is most often seen wearing a set of burnished armor. The underclothes consist of a pale gray linen shirt and pants. White woolen stockings cover the legs. Over that a padding garment known as a doublet is worn, partially chainmail along the arms as well as around the waist and throat, the rest being thick reddish material made from leather. Next is the body armor itself and finally the surcoat, which is in actuality little more than a robe tied at the middle with a black belt.

The surcoat is a brilliant crimson color, offsetting the onyx plating beneath it and emblazoned with Startham’s coat of arms. Her shoes are dark and closed, comparable to combat boots in shape. The last piece of her attire is a fitted helmet, crafted from black steel, encompassing the head entirely. The front can either be slid up to reveal her face or locked into place to protect it from harm with only slots for her eyes and small breathing holes provided as an opening.

As a bear she tops the charts at 800 pounds and stands 4’6” at the shoulder. Ciarán’s fur is thick and course, a very dark brown in shade that can very nearly look black depending on the lighting provided. The hair of her legs and paws is even darker than the rest of her pelt and does indeed look black to the human eye. Her frame is robust and heavily built, but does not hinder her speed. As with most bears she can still run much faster than the average human and can cover up to 50 yards in little more than 2 seconds. She has a dished facial profile and small, round dark eyes. Her ears are short and circular, her muzzle blunt and head broad with a distinctive hump between the shoulders. Her claws are long and razor sharp, capable of causing massive amounts of damage. Ciarán’s scars are slightly less visible in this from thanks to her long coat.

Personality:
Impassive and seemingly detached, it's rather hard to tell what this woman might actually be feeling or thinking, her emotions almost impossible to read. Ciarán appears to have a nearly endless amount of patience, but that won't stop her from smacking anyone unruly upside the head if needed. Some may find her to be a bit dull as she isn't exactly one for small talk, or conversation at all for that matter. Ciarán is not mute, but hardly ever speaks unless she deems it necessary. Years upon years of defending the realm from beasts and men alike have left her scarred physically, but her father's neglect and the abuse she suffered throughout her childhood have left her heart damaged most of all, perhaps to the point of being irreparable.

Despite not being a magician of any sort she is prone to visions. If she holds any other affinity for magic within herself, such a talent has not revealed itself beyond the Sight. Receiving and recovering from a vision, which is usually both painful and energy draining, are generally the only times she expresses uncontrolled emotion. Despite her cold exterior Ciarán is not without compassion for others. She became a knight to protect the people and upholds a strict, self-imposed code of honor. She is cautious to avoid abusing the power of her position and will hold fellow knights accountable for deplorable or amoral actions, even if that means going behind the king’s back to deliver a little righteous punishment. She’s rather infamous for handing out unordered ass whoopings, but trusted among civilians for her candor and sense of justice.

Brief History:
Ciarán was born the only child of Bart Reveris, a lord of the Kingdom of Stratham. Her mother Amari was a wealthy noblewoman from another war-torn country who initially traveled to Idris to escape the bloodshed. One might question why these lands had seemed any safer to a newcomer, a human no less, between its savage beasts and the general unrest created by the Great War, but Lady Amari seemed quite at home, perhaps due to her attachment to Bart. They were never married and Ciarán was born out of wedlock a bastard. Despite clearly being female, Bart gave his daughter a masculine name as he had truly wanted a son. Lady Amari unfortunately died shortly after due to complications from childbirth and in his grief Bart rejected his only child, sending her to be raised by a farming family in the country.

Bart formally married several years later, but when his new wife Christine proved infertile he reluctantly decided to bring Ciarán home again. By that point of her life she was already 13. Ciarán was dubbed an official Reveris, but Bart still treated her more like a son than a daughter, often putting her to work. Not a stranger to hard labor or harsh treatment, the girl never complained. Her step-mother was not fond of her in the least and took to tormenting Ciarán behind her father's back daily. Ciarán had inherited her mother’s darker looks rather than her father’s pale complexion and it is likely these differences were part of her mistreatment at the hands of her step-mother and the properties other residents. Growing tired of the abuse and wanting to decide for herself what her destiny would be Ciarán joined the royal guard, eventually becoming skilled enough to be promoted to a Knight.

Relationships:
None at the moment. Will be updated as needed. PM if interested.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Who Will Save You Now - Les Friction.

Other:
Dragons! I know. How typical. :P

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Full Name:
Aron Eld III.

Preferred Name:
Aron is just fine.

Age:
27 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Species:
Dragon Shifter.
Wyvern.

Orientation:
Bisexual | Biromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Stratham.

Status:
King.

He's a king so pretty darn wealthy.

Appearance:
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A man of decent height at 5'11" and weighing in around 155 pounds. With unruly ginger hair, bright amber eyes and a sharp, chiseled face it isn't hard to see the fiery soul hidden beneath the surface of a fairly unassuming human form. His build is lithe and lean, not quite what one might expect of a king known throughout the land for his tenacity, but not worryingly thin either. He rarely shaves, but keeps his beard neatly trimmed and never allows it to grow very long. The hair along the sides of his head is kept short, becoming longer and more wavy near the top. His skin is fair, face dotted with faint freckling.

His choice in clothing, while lavish, is still considered causal for a man of his stature. Close-fitting burgundy breeches with a matching pair of pointed boots, finely woven black stockings, and a navy blue jacket worn over a black silk shirt with burgundy lining are among his favorite outfits to wear. He doesn't often opt in for a surcoat despite it being a bit unseemly for a king to go without one. He's never quite been a fan of hats either despite their popularity, but is capable of tolerating them when necessary.

In his second form he's a sizable reptile to most creatures, but still rather on the small side compared to most dragons. A slender beast with dark, burnt orange scales and dazzling amber eyes. His body is almost snake-like, light weight and flexible with two well-muscled hind legs, the feet equipped with sharp darkly colored claws. A pair of large, leathery wings extend from the shoulders and end in small clawed hands, each having only three fingers. The neck is long and arched. The head narrow and muzzle somewhat boarder with sharpened teeth that hang out of the mouth and overlap in a similar fashion to a crocodile. His chest is wide, a cavity located inside that withholds fire. Two white horns jut out of the back of the skull and curl upwards ever so slightly at the tips.

Personality:
As with many in Stratham, Aron has a rather fearsome reputation, often referred to as the fireblood or dragon king. Cunning and deceptive, he is not unfamiliar with violence and can prove undeniably ruthless when it comes to defending the realm or else settling a personal score. He's the type to hold grudges and relishes vengeance. He has an oddly calm and laid-back demeanor, amicable to all, always speaking with a chipper tone and a smile on his face. This makes it difficult to tell when and if he's angry as his emotions are carefully shielded and not many can claim to have ever heard him raise his voice.

Considered unprofessional and overly frivolous in attitude by warring kingdoms, he's well-liked for the most part among his own people, or else resented, for being as fair as a king can be with the common folk in such trying times. He finds the raiding of civilian villages and increasing crime-rates concerning, but is also under the impression nothing can be done about it until the war has reached its end and the battles of the land indeed consume most of his attention. War, after all, brings out the absolute worst in most people. He's not any exception as the burned towns in Aramore would likely vouch for.

Brief History:
Raised elsewhere beyond the mountains of Stratham, Aron was not born into royalty. Most of Dragonkind saw fit to keep a safe distance from the realm of other shifters. Wary of their greedy natures and penchant for territorial disputes. This didn't last for long as the population grew and dragons steadily decreased. Those who remained found themselves forced to confirm to a new society. At 19 human years exactly Aron made a home for himself in Stratham as little more than a shoe maker. He captured the attention of the reigning queen before long, as he was considered a rarity among the city's other shifters.

They married only a month later, many unhappy with the decision as Aron was little more than a peasant. This did nothing to dissuade the queen, a woman nearing her last years who found the idea of a charming younger man by her side for the rest of her days too intoxicating a notion to give up. She had no children of her own and considered her other relatives unfit for the crown. Once she passed she left everything to Aron. His right to the throne was, perhaps rightfully, disputed, but naysayers never seemed to last long and eventually dissenters quieted down for fear of being burnt to a crisp.

Relationships:
None at the moment. Will be updated as needed. PM if interested.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Firewall - Les Friction.

Other:
Wow so I suck at describing dragons.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Full Name:
Hugo Navas.

Preferred Name:
Hugo.

Age:
35 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Species:
Canine Shifter.
Borzoi.

Orientation:
Heterosexual | Heteroromantic.
Or so he thinks. Still capable of being attracted to males.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore.

Status:
Blacksmith.

He gets plenty of work, but it's not a high-paying occupation. He tip-toes the line of poor and middle class.

Appearance:
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As a human Hugo is about 6'4" and weighs 206 pounds. He has short, wavy light brown hair that darkens along the tips, blue-green eyes and lightly tanned skin. His body type could generally be described as somewhere between willowy and solid. Tall and svelte, but rather heavier than one might expect and not lacking in muscle. His chin is covered in a thin beard that never seems to grow beyond its current length.

His clothes off-duty tend to be loose-fitting and casual. At work he has better made and more protective attire consisting of a coarsely-woven mid-long sleeve linen shirt, deerskin breeches, leather boots with buckles, a protective mask and a fire-repellent apron as well as a pair of gloves while making weapons. A deep scar slashes across the bridge of the nose and his left eye is clouded over slightly with limited sight.

A long-legged sighthound at 33 inches and 105 pounds in dog form. His most notable features are his silky, wavy light brown and white bi-color coat, lengthy muzzle and narrow, slightly domed head. Gray-black crescent shaped markings lines around the nose and at the edges of his mouth. His frame is similar in shape to that of a Greyhound or other racing hounds with an arched back, streamlined body, small floppy ears that lay back against the skull and straight front legs, while also retaining more muscle. The tail is low set and curves slightly with long, wispy looking hair.

Personality:
Hugo is a gentle soul who spends most of his days working away on new weapons and...not much else. His job is his life now. While an exceptionally warm and amiable individual he tends to avoid social gatherings if he can and keeps to himself for the most part. He has little tolerance for violence and will attempt to defuse tense situations without bloodshed even at risk to his own well-being. At his core he is a protector, determined to keep those around him safe though he chose the life of a blacksmith over a knight or soldier.

He is somewhat forlorn and always seems to hold a certain level of melancholy about him. Truth be told he's a bit of a lonely fellow, but has resigned himself to the life he leads now, in solitude with only his work to focus on. Modest and unselfish, he doesn't expect much from people. He can prove timid and meek in the presence of the wealthy or knights. His good nature often leads to him being used as a doormat as he isn't as keen to stick up for himself as he is for others and in some ways considers maybe he doesn't deserve to be treated well. Dude has some serious self-loathing issues that go well beyond being just a little unhealthy.

Brief History:
He won't discuss it, but whatever his past holds appears to trouble him immensely.

This is so lazy I'm sorry I just really don't want to write another history right now forgive please.

Relationships:
None at the moment. Will be updated as needed. PM if interested.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Dream - Imagine Dragons.

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Full Name:
Casimiro Herrera.

Preferred Name:
Cas is an acceptable nickname.

Age:
26 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Species:
Gryphon Shifter.
Jaguar/Sooty Owl Combination.

Orientation:
Pansexual | Panromantic.

Kingdom Citizenship:
Aramore.

Status:
Mercenary. Sort of.

He's a former soldier who abandoned the army and is now a gun for hire, however he doesn't lack ethics. He'll only accept jobs he feels won't conflict with his morals. Will also often work for free if the cost is unaffordable to his clients. All in all he's pretty terrible at keeping an eye on his expenses and survives off the pity or gratitude of strangers.

Appearance:
A Latino man standing around 6'2" and weighing 190 pounds. His build is fairly fit and well-muscled without being exaggerated. Casimiro has brown skin, a tone somewhere between light and dark. His eyes are upturned and a pale shade of gray, though if looked at very closely one might notice faint flecks of green surrounding the pupil. His hair is jet black, kept cut short and straight. If allowed to grow out it naturally becomes mildly wavy at the ends. His face is somewhat triangular in shape, features neither soft nor exceedingly sharp. Tattoos of a sooty owl's wing decorate each shoulder blade and stretch out along the upper arm. A little like this.

His clothing is mostly what one might expect from a peasant. Dull colors. Rather practical and unassuming. A cloth blouse fastened around the waist with a leather belt, a thick overcoat made from wool that falls from the shoulders to half-way down the legs, a pair of old boots, trousers and padded gloves. From the belt hangs the sheath of a knife, though he rarely uses it. All in all not a huge fan of weapons, but understands at times they are necessary.

He's a bit of an odd looking creature in beast form. His head down to the chest is that of an owl with black and gray mottled feathers, his eyes large, round and an unsettling black with no visible pupil. Add his small, hooked yellow-grey beak with a sharp looking edge and a white facial disk to that and he has a rather spooky appearance. The front legs are long, thing and covered in light gray scales, bending at the elbow and ending in razor sharp black talons. The rest of the body, tail and hind legs are more comparable to a melanistic Jaguar. Very feline-like and powerfully built. The hair short, glossy and black with very faint spotting. The claws on the hind paws are shorter, but just as sharp. A pair of large, feathery dark gray wings connect at the shoulders, though they look as if they come from the back at a distance. Peppered with flecks of white and bands of light gray, his wings are probably the most 'colorful' part of his body. Small tufts of feather stick up on each side of the head giving the illusion of ears.

Personality:
Honestly a bit disillusioned with Idris' current predicament. Becoming a mercenary was equal parts make that money and trying to do better by Aramore's citizens as well as make a better world for his children. He's surprisingly optimistic all things considered, wears his heart on his sleeve and is willing to go to great lengths to protect other people. A bit foolhardy at times, but generally well meaning. He strikes an imposing figure between his size and spooky beast form, but is mostly harmless unless you're who he's been hired to go after or else causing a ruckus. His social skills aren't the best despite his compassionate nature and he often proves awkward around strangers.

Brief History:
He comes from a long line of soldiers and was trained from childhood to more or less be a killing machine. His parents made certain to instill decent values in him regardless so there was always a certain balance of skill and good morals. Though as a result he was often unhappy when obeying orders, not truly believing killing under orders from the crown to be justifiable. Seeing the damage even his fellow soldiers were willing to cause the civilian population left him feeling less than friendly with his soldiers in arms and after an incident that left a three of the royal guard dead he took off for good, never to return. At first he simply kept to staying out of sight, wandering the wilderness and more rural areas to escape detection.

Eventually he settled down in a far end of the county, married and had a family. The happiness he found with them only lasted a few years before enemy knights raided the farm while he was away looking for work and set everything on fire once they'd taken what they wanted. No one was harmed beyond the knights frightening his daughters and harassing his wife, but they were never quite the same. His wife fell ill on his oldest daughter's 6th birthday and died a year a later. Tired of sitting on the sidelines and hoping to provide better for his children he got into mercenary work, his wife's sister watching over the girls while he's away. Of course his empathetic heart keeps him from making much in the meantime, but the kids are proud of their dad and view him as a sort of superhero. They're poor yes, but not entirely unhappy.

Relationships:
None at the moment. Will be updated as needed. PM if interested.

Love Interest/Significant Other:
None at the moment. Open.

Theme Song:
Sick Of It - Skillet