Prince Raimon Thrax
If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.
Description: He is a well muscled man, his form striking a balance between form and function. The sort of musculature that can only be acheived by someone with the time and dedication spent towards honing his body. He has a strong brow and perceptive dark eyes that takes in his surroundings for any potential threats. He keeps his hair cut short to his head, the better not to get in the way in the middle of a fight. He has a bearing befitting his noble birth, while at the same time a deadly aura around the man.
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Personality: There are several words that could be used to describe Raimon but almost all of them can be summed up as Severe. At first glance he appears to be a man of poor humor and riggid discipline, save for in the training grounds or the field of battle. He takes towards combat of all forms with a severe and oft disturbing relish that might cause disquiet with more civilized folk. People close to him have rumored that if you can get the man to laugh though that it is a cheerful sound and a smile will light up his face. If you can manage the feat anyways.
Background: Raimon Fidante had a fairly typical childhood. He was often in the shadow of his brother and Cousins growing up, which suited him just fine. He was a quiet child, serious even at a young age. Despite often overlooked he was always close to his brother. It was said the only think he loved more was fighting. As soon as he was old enough he trained in the Fidante yards, preparing himself should the need be called on to defend against invading Oathlanders. An opportunity that he dearly hoped for.
He served his family with distinction, a ferocious warrior on the field of battle. He took to the field in both the Silent War and the Gyre War. When his brother died he was despondent for a few days before reporting back to the training grounds once his mourning was done. It seemed he was set to train and to fight until the end of his days. Politics seemed to have other ideas. If he had any complaint about his betrothal to Princess Vega Thrax, he gave no inclinations of it. He faced down his new wife and the wedding with as much stoic determination as he faced anything else. Now he serves House Thrax and awaits the chance to be unleashed on their enemies.