As such, the character is fine, but I think it starts out too powerful. Perhaps I should've held the OOC back until I could finish my own character for comparison. Have a look and try scaling Nianxi back to match him and you can consider yourself done. 

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Name: Seth of Valeria.
Age: 36.
Race: Human.
Mark of the demon: The skin on his right arm is black, like it s covered in soot.
Profession: Traveling swordsman/Mercenary.

Appearance: [img]http://th09.deviantart.net/fs7/PRE/i/2005/192/1/4/Vaitz_the_swordsman_by_Archaia.jpg[/img]

Bio: The house of Valeria was once strong and influential. We were noblemen, rich, beautiful, powerful. Then the demons came. First they laid siege to the Capital of Veiron, ending all communications with the outside world. We endured the fear. 
They climbed the walls, killed the soldiers. We fought with them.
They ran through the streets, slaying civilians with their claws and fangs and horns. We defended the weak. 
The killed the king. We fell into despair. 

I remember it like it happened just yesterday, even though I was only a boy. 16 years old, not yet a man. I was engaged to a beautiful woman, Elena. We were in love and was to be married later that year, when the leaves turned red. But the demons broke the walls and stormed the city. My father was among the first who fell, my brother came next. My master drew his sword and rushed head first into the advancing horde. His every strike, stap and sweep felled an Orc or a demon, to him it did not matter. His blade kept moving even if it had to cut several of the beasts in one swing. A truly magnificent sight. But i had no time to enjoy his swordsmanship this day. He had attacked so furiously for only one reason, to buy me some time to get Elena out through the secret passage. 
But they found it first. 

As I gently lowered my beloved down into the hidden tunnel that would take her to the edge of the city, to safety, she was pulled down into the darkness. I heard her scream echo in the darkness. With my father’s sword, the blade of Valeria, in my hand I went in after her. The tunnel was big, dark and empty, so I ran. I knew the maze by heart and ran for the exit as fast as I could. Suddenly I heard steps up ahead and the whimper of my beloved. I held my sword high and yelled “Let her go free, fiends! Face me!” 
Then they came at me. I couldn’t say how many they were, I just started to cut them down. Like my master had shown me, I kept the blade in motion, I let it cut through the enemy without hesitation and spilled the blood of many fiends that day.
When the Orcs and imps were slain I looked around for my beloved. I found her dying further along the tunnel. The beasts had put a blade through her chest. We were alone, i could hear the chaos above, people running, screaming, trying to get away, but we were truly alone. 
I tore a piece of her dress and tried to stop the bleeding. I sincerely believed that if i could just keep the blood inside her we’d find someone who knew what to do outside the tunnel. 
The bleeding wouldn’t stop. I tried everything, but the blood just kept coming. After a while she reached up, touched my cheek and whispered. “My saviour.” 
Then she was gone. 
I carried her lifeless body out and away, didn’t stop until we came to the closest village, Buant. They helped me bury her under a tree, She’d always loved trees.

There was nothing more to do. I went back to Veiron a few days later, but the city was in ruins. Bodies everywhere, even those of the Warriors.
What could I do? I was a nobleman, I had no skills that would earn me money to stay alive. I had my sword and my hatred of the demons, I became a mercenary, taking every mission I could that involved slaying orcs or aiding those in need. I’ve paired up with some of the nastiest people imaginable to reach my goal. The death of every single demon. The goal of our king. 
Long live the king!

Equipment: His clothes, some money, a longsword and a dagger. He wears no armor except for his gauntlets which are made of full plate and quite capable of stopping a sword. 

Other: Even though he was born a noble Seth has long ago been forced to give up any dreams about himself. He sees himself as no better than anyone else.

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