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A dark mysterious aura surrounds him. His dominate attitude and disposition keep anyone from getting too close. Closed off by a love long since gone- he roams the land, a killer for hire. Death means nothing to him- of it he does not fear...His hands were made to weild a sword, his body made for long hours in the saddle.

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Not much is known of his past. born on a self sustaining farm outside the city to two parents who adored him. He was the middle child of five, known throughout the kingdom for his hellllpfulness, willingness and obedience. He put everyone else's needs before his own and rarely complained.

At seventeen he fell in love with a straanger to those parts. His parents watched their son drifing further and further away from them. They finally gave him an ultimatum, either stop seeing the girl, or leave his home.

Not being able to see passed his new found love, he yelled at his siblings and parents, saying they were angry that he had finally fund something in his life that they weren't a paaart of. He lashed out in anger at his mother accusing her of being jealous of his new love because up until then, she had been the only woman he'd been whole heartedly devoted to.

Leaving his home with only the clothes on his back and the love in his heart, he rode off to propose to his love.

Pulling up short before her house he felt his heart stop and rage flood his body. Standing at the door passionaately kissintg his friend was the girl he loved, the one he'd given his family up for.

He stared at them so long and was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't notice that they had seen him, nor had he noticed her swager towards him. Slowly he got down from his horse. He looked deep into her eyes and without realizing it, slapped her soundly across her face, leaving a red imprint of his hand. Her stunning smile quickly changed to one of shock, then pain, then fury.

"Stupid boy," she chidded, " did you think you were the only one? Did you really think I could love only you? Silly boy, I'm a woman who's used to being taken care of. You have not a penny to your name, but you were easy to play with." Slaping him, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Hurt and alone he got on his horse without a word, the rage in his eyes diminishing little by little as he found the doors to close himself off. To shut out the pain of what she'd said, to cut out the shame of what he'd done and said to his family. Choosing a direction at random, he vowed never again to let anyone get close to him.

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