Darren Caedric (DAIR-en KAY-drik)
Darren was once a soldier, disciplined, honorable, and respected among his comrades. Whether on the battlefield or in the ranks, he lived by a code of duty, serving with unwavering loyalty. But his life was forever altered when he fell in love with Seraphyne, a woman whose very existence set her apart. Their bond defied the boundaries of their worlds, a love forbidden by the divisions between their peoples.
Despite the risks, Darren and Seraphyne’s love endured, until tragedy struck. Her death shattered the life he knew, leaving only grief and the burning need for vengeance. The loss hardened him, reshaping his sense of purpose.
Now, Darren fights not for nations, banners, or orders, but for her memory. His honor remains, but it is tempered by a ruthless edge born of pain. He operates in the shadows as a rebel fighter, standing against those who would perpetuate the cycle of hatred that tore Seraphyne from him. Feared by enemies and mistrusted by allies, he moves between worlds, belonging fully to neither, yet commanding respect from both.
Scarred by battles past, Darren’s appearance reflects the life he leads, rugged, hardened, and marked by survival. His dark hair falls in a tousled mess, and his piercing eyes burn with the storm inside him. The gear he wears, whether armor or tactical kit, is practical and worn from countless fights. Across his back, he carries his weapon of choice, a longsword in some worlds, a rifle in others, a symbol of his past and his unyielding loyalty to Seraphyne’s memory.
Mental characteristics
Morality & Philosophy
Darren walks a fine line between pragmatism and the fading remnants of the idealism he once carried as a soldier. He has seen the world’s cruelty firsthand—how power is twisted to serve the few, how justice is too often a tool wielded by those who already hold control. This understanding has hardened him, but it has not broken him. He does not kill without reason, nor does he take pleasure in violence, but he will not hesitate when the moment demands it. To Darren, morality is a luxury for those who have never had to fight to survive.
Honor once defined him, but over time he came to see that the codes he lived by were a cage—rules designed to uphold systems steeped in corruption. He no longer follows the laws of kings, nations, or institutions. Instead, he lives by his own code, one built not on ideals but on loyalty, purpose, and necessity. He spares no room for blind mercy, yet he despises cruelty for its own sake. If he must take a life, he does so with precision and without hesitation—but never without the weight of what it means.
Above all, Darren values loyalty—not the hollow kind promised in oaths, but the kind forged through fire, hardship, and sacrifice. He does not trust easily, nor does he expect trust in return. The world has taught him that trust must be earned, not given freely. He no longer views life in absolutes; to him, the world exists in shades of gray, where the only true justice is the justice one carves with their own hands.
Species
Age
35 years old
Children
Pronouns
He/Him
Sex
Male
Eyes
Striking, intens, sharp steel-gray
Hair
Short, tousled dark brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Lightly tanned
Height
6’1”
Weight
195–215 lbs (88–98 kg)
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