Leader of the Grimoire Guild
Black, long hair neatly coiffured to reveal a lean, lived-in face. Small amber eyes, set delicately within their sockets, watch attentively over the mines they’ve become enchancted by for so long.
A sword left a mark reaching from just above the right eye, leaving blueish tint to it, running towards his upper lip and ending on his upper lip leaves a fascinating memory of lost comrades.
He’s loyal, quick and skillful. But what’d you expect from somebody with his disturbing past.
He was born and grew up in a wealthy family in a developing village, he lived free of worries until he was about 15 years old, but at that point life changed.
He lost his siblings in an akari raid and was left for the vultures. He had to survive in a unkind world and he turned to crime to be able to feed himself. What came as a necessity, became a way of life. With his wisdom and inginuity, he managed to reach full potential and battle the elements.
Serosia Neta helped him rise to power.