Kinda a mess, but just wanted to get it out there.

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[h1][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aftOCaPnsns][color=ed1c24][i]"No more excuses."[/i][/color][/url][/h1][/center]
[h3][b][i]Rodin Larion Kaides[/i][/b][/h3]

[b]Age:[/b] 16 [26] | [b]Height: 5'11[/b] | [b]Voice: Baritone, warm, clear [/b] 

[h3][i]First Life[/i][/h3]
Do you know what is awful about being a half-elf? On one hand a half-elf is more attuned to magic than a human, but on the other hand they were less attuned than full blooded elves. Half-elves were also more attuned to aura than full blooded elves, but less so than full blooded humans. They can only be described as genetically mediocre and that can also describe Rodin or at least that was his excuse.

He was born to an adventurous nobleman of the Kaides' house, son of Deividas Kaides, who came back with an elven wife of noble status or equivalent and baby Rodin in his arms, which must've been a sight that nearly gave her father a stroke. Five years later, Rodin's twin younger siblings were born and like any elder brother he was told by his parents that it was his duty to look after and protect them. Of course, like any other enthusiastic elder brother he took to it like a bee to a flower. 

Once he was old enough he took on the training placed upon him by the family tutors with great earnestness and without complaint, something that carried forward into the Collegem Yllustr. Rodin was naturally talented in using polearms, but none felt as comfortable in his hands as the simple yet elegant glaive and his elven heritage attuned him to magic than his peers. Rodin was a model student, exemplary in both his dedication as a warrior and fealty towards his family, a promising role model for the future generations of Kaides. 

And then it came to a halt, his progress suddenly came to a near stand still. It was as if he hit a wall and no matter how hard he trained, no matter how hard he smashed that wall he never made so much as a crack because talent was overrated and hard work without direction was pointless. His magic was laughable and he was nowhere near able to squeeze out a droplet of aura from his body. There was no help because why would there be? He was a Kaides; you are either strong or you are not. If he could not break through himself, then this was his limit. 

[i][b]"Of course this was all he could amount to. What did you expect from a half-breed?"[/b][/i]

Those were the cruel words he would suffer from those within the academy and the worst part was that he was beginning to believe it. Why even try anymore?

At some point he was brought by his parents to a function as he was the eldest child, surrounded by dignitaries from within Luzia and from other kingdoms. An awkward night of gossip and sneers though that was not what he remembered mainly of that night. With a racing heartbeat and flushed cheeks he saw her from across the room, a noblewoman that he could only describe as such: 

[i][color=ed1c24]"Of all the people and finery in this room, the kingdom, and beyond she is the loveliest."[/color][/i]

And yet, he could not dare approach her. She was surrounded by those so much more competent than him, those deserving of so much more respect than him. He was a disgrace of a Kaides whose blood was watered down. All he could do was admire her from afar. 

This was the cycle of Rodin's life; watching others surpass him as he pined for a girl that he never even spoke to before, something that he would admit is kinda creepy, and was just a general disgrace to his family. This was the life of a bonafide loser. 

Eventually, Rodin just couldn't take it anymore and at 19 years old he just left it all behind. It would've been better if he died in a ditch forgotten by his own family, by everyone. To make ends meet he worked in a small mercenary group that traveled around the kingdom and the neighboring kingdoms. No matter where he went and what he did, his past life would always linger in the back of his mind along with his regrets. At the same time though, for the first time in a very long time he was... happy? The people he traveled with cared not of his past or of his heritage; they treated him like a real person. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. 

In a short amount of time he met so many different kinds of people and in many different places. Sometimes, depending on the duration of their stay, Rodin would teach the village children how to fight with a polearm for self defense against bandits and some magic to help with daily tasks. Watching these kids perform these tasks so clumsily was like looking at a mirror; he could see his own faults and his own shortcomings. It allowed him to see where he needed improvement and to break out of his own bad habits, something that the Collegem never allowed him to do. 

Two years later, it all came to an abrupt end; the demons were invading Luzia and Rodin and his fellow mercenaries were soon conscripted into what would be known as the Demon War. Forcibly reunited by fate with his family, Rodin would fight alongside them in a bloody, horrible war. One by one, comrades and family were slain on the battlefield. Those who mocked him were torn to shreds and those who he swore to defend were left in the piled bodies of mass graves because there were not enough people to bury their dead. The irony certainly was not lost in him that he somehow survived while those more capable had not. 

Rodin had buried his mercenary companions by his own hand and he could only ask himself why he was still fighting; his father was dead, his friends were dead, the entire bloody world was going to be razed by burning winds and demon malice. Maybe it was his own penance for being such a disgrace to his family, maybe it was seeking atonement, maybe he wanted to at least protect the small part of his life that once made him happy, or maybe he was already dead and was too much of a coward to just die. 

The final day came, the stragglers and dregs made their symbolic last stand. Rodin fought like hell, but ultimately fell. He laid on the battlefield with a broken body, bleeding on the scorched earth and the only thing he could do was weakly laugh a blood garbled laugh. How could one single man have so many regrets and failures? 

He could've once again cursed his watered down bloodline, but he knew the truth of the matter. If he worked just a bit harder, a bit smarter, instead of blaming an absurd inferiority complex fueled by those that did not matter then maybe the day would have been so different. Maybe everything would have been different. He could've stayed in school, he could've stayed with his family, he could've approached her...

His final thought as he looked up at the burning sky was, [i][color=ed1c24]I wonder what my first words to her would've been?[/color][/i]

And then he woke up in his bed, ten years earlier. 

[h3][i]Equipment[/i][/h3]
[list][*]Steel glaive
[*]Throwing knives
[*]Plate armor[/list]

[h3][i]Abilities[/i][/h3]
[list][*]Physical Strength: 2nd Rate
[*]Aura: 1st rate 
[*]Magic: 1st Circle 
[list][*]Arcane Hand - Allows the wizard to telekinetic abilities strong enough to lift up and interact with small/light objects.[list][*]Sub-Sub-List for Upgrades.[/list][/list][/list]

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