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Rethod is a slender individual - an athlete of medium height. He measures about six feet tall. He is slightly tanned. An extremely agile guy. He looks quite inconspicuous, due to his figure. Anyway, no wonder. He has perpetually uncombed dark-colored hair. They are not long, although sometimes every bit of hair obscures his inquisitive and poised - marine, oceanic you might say - eyes.
Personality
A man of many faces. At first glance, one can attribute to him conformism and adherence, as well as pettiness. But this does not characterize the "real" Kazura. He has no tendency to reveal his true self. He has a habit of distrusting unknown or people he doesn't like. Toward friends he is sometimes loyal, while he treats enemies without a shred of respect. Sometimes he tends to "ask a lot of questions." He is not strictly inquisitive, preferring to know what he is dealing with so as not to fall for the hooks he dislikes. His attributes are hedonism and reason. When he acts, he tries to do so with his head.
Abilities
Quite a skilled swordsman. He mainly uses one-handed weapons, but prefers one-and-a-half-handed swords. He practiced Nasoran for a long time, although he did so according to his preference. On the defensive side, he used dodging as often as blocking. The offensive side he tended not to modify. Although he has some abilities regarding combat, he uses them only as a last resort. Ranged weapons simply do not suit him. He has only tried the bow, and it didn't work out very well for him. He has never tried to shoot a crossbow; when he first saw such a weapon, he wondered for a long time what it was and what it was used for. In addition to his fighting skills, he is also familiar with operating a pick, and moving silently is not a problem for him. Sometimes he uses a metal flat bar when lockpicking. He can read as well as write in his native language, Myrtanese.
History
It started in full green Myrtana. He was born into a simple family. The city where he walked in his young years - was called Geldern. It was surrounded by numerous mountains, with various mines developing all around. His life was carefree, although his youngest years were filled with boredom and passed slowly. Slowly growing up, he realized a few things. One of them - the most important - was that he must eventually become someone. He visited the city's alchemist, blacksmith. He watched fights in the arena. He did a ton of things, but nothing suited him. Practically nothing. Only the arena had its charm in his eyes. He didn't like it because of the battering people. He admired the excellent swordsmen, their techniques, their movements, that finesse and precision. When the time came, the decision was not a problem for him. In days gone by, he undertook to learn the basics of combat. With quite a bit of time, Rethod gained as such skill in sword swinging. He practiced intensively, but the results were not great. However, even today he tells himself that every second spent training was worth it. Several years passed. Rethod decided to look around for something else, he was getting bored with the constant sword-swinging and was looking for a springboard. He enlisted in a group of local hunters, but he was so hopeless - both at framing game and the hunt itself - that the only thing he accomplished there was insuring the troop. Learning how to shoot a bow reminded him of his beginnings with white weapons, and was theoretically the same - painstaking. The difference was that ranged weapons simply didn't lie in his hands, he didn't feel the ranged combat, what with that - he let it go. He spent something around two months in the unit, but since nothing suited him or worked out - he decided to leave. One night he left the ranks of the hunters without saying goodbye. All in all, hardly anyone noticed any change in the group after he left anyway. When he finally got out of camp, he began a blind trek through Myrtana. Everything regarding the trek can be found in his notebook*. He returned to Geldern. He looked into the arena. He managed to win a couple of duels, got hit in the skull a couple of times. Walking around the city in the late evenings, he managed to spot a heavily guarded place. He did not yet know what was there, but he was sure he wanted to get there. The young swordsman began to take a terrible interest in the local area. The guards became a tad suspicious of him, so they stepped up their vigilance. None of the militiamen expected that the next night there would be a break-in at the vault. A sentry was lying in front of the vault door, his throat slit. The guards rushed in the direction toward the warehouse. The burglar was already about to take off, but when he turned around, he spotted three soldiers. Rethod grabbed his sword setting aside the valuables and faced his rivals. The first guard shook his head, said "if that's what you want..." and, without thinking, broke off violently in the direction of the thief. The guardsman aimed a cut from above, his blow was parried, in retaliation he tried to bring down the thug's jaw, but before he knew it - the opponent's sword head hit his chin. The man took a small, uncontrollable step back. The thief's sword was about to pierce his rival's solar plexus through and through, but there were two more guards there. They knocked the sword out of his hands and knocked him to the ground. They did not hesitate to crush his bones "just to be safe." The criminal was sent to a dungeon. A few days later he learned that at the first possible opportunity they would throw him on a ship to a prison colony on the island of Khorinis. They only gave him back his journal, as it was worthless to them.
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