Rygan_Deathblade
Evil
"My grandfather was a conqueror; a man who earned all he had and instilled birthright into his sons because of it. Arthur, or Audwine - whichever you prefer - was bred softer through no fault of his own and made of weaker will than Peter von Hallon. I never met his brother, or any of my cousins, but the same nature likely held them as well. There is no glory left anywhere within the name Hallon but shadows of the past. A disgraced family, or what's left of one, finally ran out of luck after a few generations of killing their way across worlds Old and New. Yet I hold pride in reaching for those wisps of legacy, and stubbornly find myself refusing to give up all the same. I've hidden until manhood under the laws of the old Reich, afraid and cowering with paranoia at imaginary daggers. For what, exactly? A few more decades of pretending? I am uncertain as to what I want from my time within this world. I know, at least, that I wish to die a Hallon and the right sort of man."
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