Fabien

Strong male, very fit and dead.

sharp facial features.

His purple eyes make quite the impression on anyone he meets. He also has a large purple cape. He just likes purple alright?

He has his trusty sword that has been with him since his crusade against the Bezjan scum, The Sword of Ghelfen.

The boy sat atop the walls (short story introduction)

Fabien was born to parents of minor nobility, who had lost much of their wealth in recent times. Still they saved up enough to buy him the best education possible in their circumstances, as learned men and women were becoming rarer by the day. After all, this was The Era of Crisis, the age of bezjan raids and cruel disease, all of which ravaged the urban population centers greatly, though some cities still held. Kathatas was one such city, protected by its ancient walls which had stood for many centuries and by a sizable garrison for a city of those times. Indeed Kathatas was perhaps the richest and largest Rasini city, even if Rasinoplita had arisen in the recent centuries as the more powerful on the field of battle. Still even with such relative prosperity, the city was still faced with the same troubles as most other urban centers of the time. Most recently being a target of a large Bezjan assault, which thankfully had been repelled.

Fabien walked beside the walls of the city in the evening, he stood and stared up at them for a brief time. He always wanted to know what the view was like from up there. Of course, only soldiers were allowed up there, especially now that it was getting darker. Fabien was split you see, split between two sides of himself. One side wanted nothing more than to be the perfect child to his parents, the ideal rule abiding citizen who served the community first and foremost, the perfect man that everybody needed. The other side yearned for a break in the monotomy of it all, he didn't wanna spend his life, in a world already filled with so much dreariness, being some kind of machine. He sneaked over to one of the few unmanned towers. The cities manpower had been reduced as of late due to the recent Bezjan assault, and an increasing number of raids.

His childhood was marred with such devastation, well known members of the community dying either on some raid out on the fields outside the walls, as was most common, or in battles with the Bezjan hordes. He heard tales of how life used to be from some of the older folks, people who had seen the world crumble right before their eyes. They would tell tales of bustling trade, military success and the kings who ruled in those times. There weren't many kings anymore. The only one Fabien knew of was the king of Rasinoplita, apparently he was supposed to be the ruler of all Rasina, though nowadays that felt more like a joke than anything else. The bezjan activity out on the plains made travel between the cities of Bathae too difficult to properly exert any dominion over the region.

Fabien was now inside the walls, though he had many stairs ahead of him before he could reach the top. He would have to be very careful not to make too much noise as he went up the stairs. Being caught would be very bad for his image as the perfect child, which he had so carefully built up for his parents. Fabien's parents were very different people, his mom, Ana Nadia, was a devout and strict lady, she had instilled Fabien with a love of order and had taught him the importance of discipline and respect. He wondered how she would react if he was caught, it might as well be the end of the world. Fabien's dad, Tzimiskes Nadia was a little more free spirited, though it was clear that his daring nature had been somewhat tempered by both his wife, and perhaps the world around him. It was him that taught Fabien the art of negotiation whenever they went to the market together. Perhaps he could even convince Ana to go easy on Fabien if he was caught. Nevertheless regardless of any consequences Fabien might face, he continued up the tower.

As thanks to the education his parents bought him, Fabien had learned to read and write, which had served him well as the library of Kathatas was the most exstensive in Rasina. He would usually go there to study on his own, when he was done with either lessons, chores or military training. It had become mandatory for all kids to receive military training from age twelve and up, as the threat of incursion was never far. Fabien very much enjoyed both reading and sparring, as they both gave a form of escape from the dreary world around him. A particular favorite book of his was the biography of Rex the Great, the first Rasini king who converted to Geminism, which had since become the main religion in Rasina. Rex was said to have been the greatest Rasini king, both due to his skill in politics and his apparent virtue, which was said to be a rare trait in Rasini monarchs. Fabien grew to admire him as the ideal leader, a virtuous man with enough backbone to actually fight against evil. Maybe if he was still alive, the Bezjans would be the ones cowering behind walls.

He took the final steps up the stairs, making sure to not make any noise. He was finally up on the walls, Fabien felt a rush of relief as he stood there. The sun had almost set completely, and he could see the landscape getting darker and darker. He felt the wind brushing past him, a cool breeze that should have left him freezing, but which instead exhilarated him. The boy sat atop the walls... Marching could be heard in the distance.

Fabien was not concerned with sexual matters and didn't quite get what the fuss was about, in other words he was asexual.

Fabien was pretty well educated for his time as a child but missed out on most of it due to his school burning down, oh and his entire home city. Pretty rough childhood. He did however learn to read when he teamed up with Erasin as well as learning a touch of theology.

Fabien was employed by the gods to smite bezjan cheiftains

Definitely has an eye for military matters, those who served under him couldn't help but appreciate the sheer gravitas his words held. Even if those words were often

"Clean your damn armor soldier, you don't think this is a vacation do you?

— Fabien Nadia

Fabien is under the belief that his life is one simple mission, destroy the Bezjans. Since the sack of Kathatas that has been his single motivation, a single flame in his heart that keeps on burning strong. He has however over time opened to the possibilty that his life could be more than endless missions.

Fabien often doesn't give anyone the benefit of the doubt and is naturally suspicious due to his upbrining. He hates the feeling of doing nothing and still scoffs a bit at others who take long breaks. He has however changed a bit for the better when he met Artemis in the divine temple.

Has a fondness for sword fighting to relieve stress and loves board games.

Is very hygienic for a former soldier, unusually so. Often very awkward in casual social situations, which others are very shocked by when meeting him for the first time.

Enjoys bathing every day, and washes his hands at least ten times a day. He also washes his helmet daily and cleans his scale armor at least every week. he also washes his noble clothes every day. and he encourages his soldiers to clean their armor as much as he does. he cleans the sword of Ghelfen obsessively.

His confidence when it comes to formal matters are not to be questioned or equaled by anyone. He does not have a single clue how to live a casuel existence though, unless its downtime on a mission ofcourse.

Loves to clean if he doesn't have anything important going on as he hates not doing anything. He hates wasting time and understandebly hates small talk.

Cleaning is what this man does for fun, that and board games, they are the only time waste he isn't immune to. He would of course argue it is good for the mind and he may be right, but he knows deep down that's just an excuse.

Speaks an ancient form of Rasini and a bit of some old pannalian. No one undstands a word of that anymore though so hes learned modern Rasini and Artesjan too. He's still got a way to go with Artesjan though as he finds the language confusing and annoying to learn.

I can't believe Artesjan children are subjected to this kind of torture at such an early age, would've kicked them out of the coalition if i knew they'd invent a language like this. Cant pronounce a single damn word.

— Fabien being taught first grader Artesjan (He doesn't even know about the dialects yet)

Fabien is not one for spending vast sums of money on trivial things so he has quite the collection. He would give most of it away if anyone asked but everyones too shy to ask the chosen champion himself.