Alex Mor’ain, has never been known to be the brightest of his youth, not known for his overly extensive prowess in knighthood. His knowledge of arcane spells is lacking to say the least, and even basic combat coordination is unimpressive.  

From birth till now all he knew was this endless void, a life dominated by training and noble ways of conduct. Strict hours of intense training with sharp instructors ready to criticize at the slightest mistakes. For the most part of his existence is learning the deep innerworkings of nobility.  

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All he knows is that from the moment of his birth to death is to take on the crimson crown of his father, take up the mantle of nobility, walking the broken field of corpses. As any first born of nobility, he was bred to becoming the pillar for the family's growth, a path that follows a predestined fate. Taking not only the crimson crown and mantel, but also the broken sword carved with names, names that echoed “Instability, assassination's, blackmail....”

Forgoing the weakness of friendship, and following the cruel arts of contracts, while walking on a much-twisted path. At least until an unfamiliar soul slowly filled this hollowed vessel.