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Kaidan; First of the Dragonguard
Kaidan;
The Strongarm
‘I’ve learned that if you feel you have no place in this world, you must make one.’
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Age: 25
Height: 6′4″ / 194cm
Weight: 260lbs / 118kg
Birth: 14th First Seed beneath clear skies, just as the sun crested the Horizon.
Stone: The Lord
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Kaidan was a boy raised without roots, and it shows.
He lived much of his life as a lad on the roads with Brynjar - or rather, eyeing the roads warily from what the grisly old Nord considered a safe distance. Brynjar, you see, had the ghosts of his past to contend with, and for all his efforts to the contrary, he wasn’t quite able to stop those looming spectres from sinking their ghastly teeth into Kaidan’s present.
Kaidan was trained from a young age to fight. Swordplay, marksmanship, and the contemplation of battle stratagems were everyday topics of conversation for him. He’d learned how to gut a man and bury the evidence before he’d ever learned how to read. As he grew older, his swordsmanship became a point of pride - and it was pride that lead him down his darkest path.
Regret, for the longest time, kept him caged within in its shadows.
But from those shadows, Skyrim called - and he followed his feet to heed that call in search of something... more. You see, Kaidan is a wanderer in search of a home, but belonging has always been just out of reach.
Perhaps he’ll finally find the place where he belongs, back where it all began, in the North’s wild embrace.
Perhaps.