[hider=Kornet Herakles Leventis]
[b]Name:[/b] Herakles Leventis
[b]Nobility:[/b] No
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Greek

[b]Age:[/b] 20
[b]Physical Description:[/b] Herakles is a broad-shouldered young man, who stands a hearty 6' 4". He has long legs and arms with muscles that bulge against much of his clothing. Multiple scars varying in severity mar an otherwise perfect complexion. Black hair, usually cut short crudely, connects to a neatly trimmed full beard that hides a pleasing jawline and a pair of slightly full cheeks hollowed on either side by deep dimples. A permanent set of shallow wrinkles adorn his brow, likely a result of the innumerable hours unsuccessfully puzzling out engineering problems.
[b]Rank:[/b] Cornet
[b]Magic-Rank:[/b] n/a
[b]Goals/Aspirations:[/b] Step out of his father's shadow. Embark on adventure and make a name for himself.
[b]Personality:[/b] Herakles is a young man with the confidence of someone who's never wanted for anything a day in their life, yet he wears it modestly. He is generally plain spoken, preferring to demonstrate than to explain. He is known to be audaciously bold and venturesome. In contrast to his family's calculating nature, he is primarily intuitive, allowing his senses to guide him rather than his assessments. More than anything he values persistence and dedication. He recognizes that not every person is fit to meet the exacting expectations of others, but also knows that with those two traits little can stand in your way. 
[b]Backstory:[/b]
Although there is no noble blood to be found in the Leventis background, Herakles' family have come to know wealth on a scale not entirely dissimilar. His father, a brilliant man with a knack for manufacturing and a particularly strong business acumen, rode the back of an industrial boom that placed him and his family well within reach of a life of luxury. During the years of the American revolution and the Seven Year's War, Herakles' father built an arms company to rival the ages. Of his three children, he expected no less greatness than the example he himself had set. Having laid such a tremendous foundation, it would only be fitting to watch his legacy be carried on by his progeny. Even as the youngest son. Herakles was no less heir to the full weight of his fathers expectations. Groomed from an early age to be a leader in the illustrious company, he learned of the long days and longer nights that the life entailed. Early to rise for tutoring, off to the factories to be hustled about examining the machinery, attending meetings to hear about production, sales, new engineering ideas. Where his brothers took to the technical projects like to fish to water, Herakles floundered. Their intellect was set to rival their fathers, but for Herakles things would never come so easy. He was by no means a simple boy, but his strengths undoubtedly lied elsewhere. 

During meetings, he had little to add by way of inventive designs, but none could deny the weapons expertise he brought to the table. Where his brothers excelled in their development, Herakles was anyone's better in their application. While they rattled off their theoretical specifications, he put them into practice. He spent most of his free-time outdoors; building the firing ranges, hunting, even teaching the local militia from time to time. Whatever placed a rifle in his hands felt most like home. 

A healthy rivalry grew between the siblings, nurtured along by their father's competitive spirit. Herakles was the youngest and his brothers had no intent to let him soon forget it. Swimming, wrestling, and horse-races quickly became the way to settle any dispute. And in a family with three hearty young men, little imagination is needed to realize that anything and everything can quickly turn into a dispute. It was during one such quarrel that Herakles' fate met with the prospect of joining the military. The idea had been circulating more and more recently throughout the city and it greatly appealed to Herakles. He was prepared to purchase a commission and made his intent clear. He had leadership experience and no one knew their way around a gun better than he did, but a few issues arose nonetheless. Firstly, officer billets were generally reserved for nobility. No rule existed barring his admission into the officers' corp, but it was hardly conventional. Moreover. his father was deeply uncomfortable with the idea of sending his son off to war when he had already worked so diligently to provide him all he might need in life. For Herakles, though, it wasn't enough. Something more called to him; something intangible, but hauntingly persistent. His brothers were sent to talk some sense into him, but there would be none of it. If they had any intent of hindering his plans, things would have to be settled in their usual fashion. When Herakles bested both of his elder brothers in a wrestling match, his father softened and acquiesced. Unbeknownst to Herakles, while he definitively defeated his eldest brother, the other allowed his victory in order to bolster his chances to answer what he felt to be his calling.
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