Arin of the Southfields
Arin, the Southern Scythe, was never meant for war. His land at the southern tip of Zoa is fertile, where moss and grain defy the frost. His scythe, once a humble tool, gleams silver now, reforged by a smith who owed him his life. When Arin fights, he moves as though reaping—a single, practiced sweep that cuts through armour and bone alike. Each Newbloom, he returns home to help his people with the harvest, his hands steady and quiet, his eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting trouble to sprout from the earth. To his kin, he is a guardian spirit who still tends the land; to outsiders, a ghost who walks from the fog to claim what trespasses.
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178 AHM
34 Years old
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Man
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