Sven
Sven moves like a wire drawn taut, all limbs and motion, his twin rapiers flashing with the uneasy rhythm of a man who fights by instinct, not doctrine. The streets of Turin had once known him as one of Catus Remo’s crew—a lanky accomplice with more nerve than sense. The botched robbery ended that chapter in a blur of shouts, crossbow bolts, and the crack of iron gates closing.
Now he drifts, carrying his blades across the borderlands with no banner and no clear plan. He laughs too easily for a man with blood on his hands, but there’s tension in it, like he’s waiting for the world to even a score he no longer keeps. When the Battle of Border erupted around him—wrong place, wrong time—he cut through chaos not for glory, but because his feet refused to flee. The adventurers he saved called him a hero; Sven called it bad aim.
He travels still, chasing no coin, no cause—just distance from who he was. Yet wherever conflict brews, there’s always a chance some tall, awkward swordsman will stumble in, blades whirling, wondering whether he’s saving lives or just making new mistakes.
Tall, lanky member of the Caged Snakes.
After a botched yandu robbery, Sven decided that he need to go on an adventure of his own.
He was Catus Remo's only actual friend before the gang formed.
Knowing that Catus went down the wrong path, Sven want to carve out his own route and make his own mistakes.
Carries two rapiers.
Sven accidentally ended up at the Battle of Border and helped save a group of adventurers also in the wrong place.
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