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Name: Alexander Godfrey.
Age: 32
Race: Human.

Occupation: (Self proclaimed?) Aristocrat of ancient bloodline. Aspiring industrialist and businessman. 

Weapon of choice: Cadre of hired thugs and knuckledusters between him. He is not a fighter but if cornered, he will attempt to defend himself and fend off attacker with his sword. Decorated with ivory handle and encrusted gold and jewel decorations. Hardly meant for any real combat.

Personality: Smug, holier than thou, elitist and aristocratic. Everything we love to hate about corrupt nobles. He boasts about his skills with sword, his wealth, the women he beds. But if placed in a situation that would turn against him, he either tries to flee or pay off the attacker. His most dangerous assets are not his weapons or hired thugs. But rather his silver tongue. Superstitious and to be honest, afraid of wild magic. 

He sees himself first and foremost as an aristocrat. And especially in these troubled times ought to have standards! There has to be an order! There are common men who serve, and those who lord over them. Job of an aristocrat, is to stay an aristocrat. 

Bio: Born to those who attempted to make a fortune out of the disasters that faced others. His parents were both aristocrats, merchants dealing in metal, slaves and weaponry. Slowly they managed to grow their fortunes even further. And when they passed away, everything was left to Alexander as their only son and sole heir. Spoiled child, who had been taught that the world was his plaything. Had grown up equally ruthless and haughty as his parents. And was ready to offer his goods and favor to those who proved themselves worthy. Always eager to indulge fellow aristocrat to his hospitality or grant his favor to those willing to deal with him, low-born if they may be. After all, it harsh world out there. 
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