Appearance

Physical Description

Thin and surprisingly fit for his age. He has an obvious layer of muscle on his old frame.

Facial Features

Wild grey hair left unkempt sticks every which direction framing a thin face with one blue eye and one brown. a small beard with a few strands still hanging on to their original black color

Identifying Characteristics

Massive burn scarring leads from his mid torso on his right side to the eyebrow on the same side and extending all the way down his arm. His left ear is torn, and he is missing both pinkies. Lastly he has heterochromia one eye blue one brown. I don't have an eyelid over my right (blue) eye. Oddly, it never gets dry.

Physical quirks

Every so often you can spot him reaching to touch something on a cord around his neck. (They are his pinkies on a cord around his neck)

Mentality

Personal history

Born to a relatively wealthy family in the Venerate class as the eldest of 9, I strove to be a model Conditor and heir to house Crispii. At age 16 my mother disappeared while traveling abroad near Lazzaro. Decided to join the Archonate as (venerate military advisor) at age 18. Spent 4 years learning under an archon named Lucrezia Aurelia to become an effective battlefield general. At age 26, I earned command of my own Legion and chose deployment at the border of Lazzaro, perhaps in a vain hope to learn something of my lost mother. Quickly made friends with one of the Legates, Kastor Patroklos, who shared my philosophy that a leader should be able lead their troops from the front line. Entered the fray in a particularly bloody battle to support a buckling line and managed to win the battle, but was injured and sent home for a medical leave. Met a nurse by the name of Sandra Euadne, and fell in love. Got married before heading back to Lazzaro. While leading my century encountered a supernatural event and accidentally saved a powerful Djinn and was granted a wish. I didn't believe them and sarcastically wished my socks would stop getting wet. To this day, my socks are bone dry. Worth it. I wasn't so lucky in my next battle. I was severely injured and lost both my pinkies and was brought home again. After healing I told Sandra that I intended to return to a military position. This began the fighting and eventually the divorce. Ironically was assigned to be an ambassador in Lazzaro where I had some reasonable success for about a year. My life changed dramatically for the worse one day when the Lazzaran government arrested me under false charges. Shortly after I was transferred to the facility. I don't know what it was actually called if it even had a name but that's what I thought of it as. There I was experimented on for over a decade. I held out hope that Aeora wouldn't let me rot away here for a full 6 months. After I realized no help was coming I started planning. It took a long to gather materials and find an avenue of escape as I watched others arrive the same way I did and leave as a corpse. I learned after I'd managed to escape and make my way to a century at the border that I'd survived 12 years in that hell, and that Aeora did attempt to free me from incarceration until the Lazzarans claimed I'd died in prison and sent "my corpse" back to them. They got away with some minor sanctions that ended long before I'd escaped.
Somebody needed to make them pay and I was going to do it even if I had to do it alone and sacrifice everything else about my life to do it. I joined the Archeonauts have hunted the Draks ever since. I keep Aeora safe from cells of Lazzarans hiding in our own country. I managed to root out 6 before someone framed a young girl as a member of the Draks. I'm not done yet though. Stration himself now guides my hand and I'll see Lazzaro burn before I die.

Personality

Social