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[h3][b][i]Rowan Aksel Kaides[/i][/b][/h3]
[b]Age:[/b] 19 [29] | [b]Height: [/b]6'1| [b]Voice: [/b]Bass
[h3][i]First Life[/i][/h3]
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From a young age, a thing was clear.

As long as he was in a fight, he was closer to an animal than a human.

There was no explanation, no big moment that resulted in his inclination. From the moment a training axe was placed in his hands he launched himself at his trainer, attempting to kill him and disregarding any pain until the instructor was forced to knock him out for his own safety.

At first it was taken as a boon.

Surely, a Knight of the House of Kaiden who could devout his life to complete his mission was beneficial, all that was needed was to teach the child control and they would have another capable Knight in their ranks. However, as he grew up things didn't change. Meditation, potions, spiritual cleanses, none yielded a solution, he still reacted like a corraled beast each time he was prompted to fight.

Maybe in another age they would still have tried to help him.

Instead, they took a look around and deemed him another failure in a generation full of them.

It didn't help that the contrast with his twin was so marked, she had all his good traits and none of his drawbacks, something that she never hesitated to remind him. Yet, he could still live with that, he may have been a failure between failures but even so, he... he had already accepted his fate.

Then Estelle fell.

From then on he shut himself emotionally, he became little more than a tool for the next five years, after failing to graduate he was sent to the military to serve under a more succesful graduate doing what had come to be expected of him without ever trying to reach for more.

When the war started he was often sent as a frontline and sometimes as a distraction during operations, not much different from an arrow fired blindly, set loose in the hopes it killed something but without really banking on it. His condition made working with others... difficult, too many times he ended up coming to blows with his own allies or jeopardizing their security thanks to his mindless rampage.

But even then, there was someone who became a source of light, a comrade who he could call a friend. A trainee sent to the battlefield with his death as a forgone conclusion but who due to luck or intelligence reached the conclusion that working with him could increase their chances of survival. Together the both of them developed strategies, his use of magic weak but ingenious in its use as a guiding signal, a conductor to his orchestra of violence.

Then came the fateful mission, where he gained the ability to distinguish friend from foe, and lost something far more precious.

His remaining years were nothing but violence with a notable exception, the only time he could proudly announce he saved someone. But even with such an achievement his fate as the blunt instrument was written in stone, and as human settlements were reduced in numbers the hope for another such encounter became nothing more than a fanciful dream.

It was a miracle he survived long enough to see Hadrum fall.

Well, 'See' might be a stretch, his last moments were not spent in the all-consuming violence that had consumed so much of his life, instead, he felt himself slowly bleed out as his half-dead body sunk under the water, his heart oddly calm.

When his eyes closed he saw it.

His consciousness faded little by little yet his attention was firmly on that all-encompassing color, as he looked at it he thought that maybe, just maybe, he was finally going to rest.

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Sherry: His more talented twin, acerbic and malicious, perhaps it was thanks to that rumored twin bond they are supposed to share, but he always saw her for what she really was... and still loved her all the same. He tried to visit her once when she was imprisoned, but he wasn't strong enough to reach her cell.
Vincent: His youngest brother, the one he wished he could have shielded from everything, but he was convinced that the moment he tried to help he would just cause a bigger mess that would leave everything worse. Watching him grow was painful.
Ferrucio: His twin's biggest pawn, though he held sympathy for his clear discomfort and situation, they never really saw eye to eye. Yet, he couldn't deny that he saw the other boy as a brother. Even on his worst days watching him play with Vincent always brought a smile to his face. He was glad to see him promoted to the Royal Guard.
Eryx: Of all his cousins he could say he got along with Eryx the best, no drama, no judgment from either side, just small talk and the occasional joke.
Estelle: She was the star that kept all attention away, who knowingly drew all gazes and relieved them as long as she shone brightly. He never realized how much he relied on her until she was attacked. Seeing her crumble was enough to extinguish whatever spark there was in his gaze.
Lucille: Unlike her brother, they never really interacted past some passing acknowledgment.
Ophelia: Little Ophelia, he never felt comfortable in her presence, like a bull in a glass house.
Isana: A Half-sibling he had some interaction with, and this first opponent during the Festival Tournament, he is still guilty he never spoke with her again but the way she looked at him left clear what were her feelings. She hates him.
Lucas: He knew Lucas thanks to his playdates with Vincent but never really interacted otherwise.
Rodin: A younger cousin, Mother always urged him to not interact with him.
Kaesos: He knew of Kaesos but their paths never crossed.
Allan: He knew of Allan but their paths never crossed. He reminds him of someone he would rather not remember.
Mateo: He knew of Mateo but their paths never crossed.
■■■■■■■■: His guiding light, snuffed by his own hands.[/Hider]
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[list][*][b]Biggest Failure:[/b] Wars are terrible events, but even during them bonds can be forged. Even during his worst moments he had someone besides him, he remembers a boy a few years younger, casting spells as he distracted the enemy. His corpse and the blood in his hands are things he can't forget. No matter how much he wishes to.
[*][b]Biggest Regret:[/b] The star fell and rather than reaching out he turned away and gave the cold shoulder, how foolish, how childish, how immature. Another mark on that scoreboard he had a single win in.
[*][b]Greatest Achievement:[/b] During one of his rampages he reached a small destroyed village, the same one he was sent alongside others to protect. While fighting he found a small girl. How hard he fought to protect her is one of the few clear memories he has of the war, more than 3 hours until others managed to rescue both of them. To his superiors it was another failed mission but for him... It's the only achievement he cared about.[/List][/Hider]
[h3][i]Equipment[/i][/h3]
[list][*]Axe
[*]Guantled Fists
[*]Plate Armor[/list][h3][i]Abilities[/i][/h3]
You have [b]4 Experience[/b] to spend here
[list][*]Physical Strength: 1st Rate
[*]Aura: 3rd Rate 
[*]Magic: 0th Circle 
[list][*]Intuition - An (often) correct subconscious guess on attempts at his life [list][*]Increased chance of dodging lethal attacks[/list][/list][/list]
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