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Name: Charles VII Beradon
Race: Human
Position: High general.
Appearance: Rugged is the first word that comes to mind when describing Charles; the hard jaw line, stubble, scars tissue build up on scar tissue as a network of old injuries still left their mark. While standing at a mere 5'8", his sheer bulky width of muscle giving the impression of being able to rip horse in half - With his determined piecing brown eyes giving the suggestion that he might actually do such a thing if required.

Personality: Charles had never been a pleasant man to be around, and with the fall of Altranor, this hadn't improved in the slightest. Punctual, to the point, and a severe dislike of incompetence or time wasting. Able to go from calm and calculating to a ferocious rage in a matter of seconds, many a spy or general had been psychically assaulted after an incorrect remark or failure to succeed. The personal nature of the defeat had also entertained a bitterness, a repressed sense of failure, turning the unlikable man even less so.

Backstory: The Beradon's had always been a military family. Generation after generation of sergeants, generals and advisors to the crown. Where ever you found a Beradon, you also found a solider willing to do whatever it took for the kingdom, laying down the sacrifice of blood, and reaping the rewards of such actions. Near any victory of Altranor, there was always a Beradon nearby.

Things had been no different for Charles, given a sword and rigorous training in both the physical and mental painting in the art of war, learning from fighters present in the daytime, while studying the marks of generals past at night, and as family tradition entailed enlisting as soon as of age. During the campaign to the north Charles showed himself to be as ferocious a fighting force as any Beradon was expected to be. But his mind soon bloomed into his greatest weapon, accumulating into the battle of straightsburg where 200 men lead by Charles managed to stave off the advance of two thousand as the forests themselves were said to move to his aid.

After such a victory the promotions an military feats continued. Never showing a hesitance or stumble as he danced mentally around every opponent with ease. Until Ghant that was. It had been a feeling brought on slowly, a sick sinking as the realization of coming up against someone who was finally his equal, or possibly even greater. Charles had been used to being the only person thinking outside of the box, but now every dance, every action he made, returned and greater opposite reaction. He destroyed their supply lines, they poisoned the waters. He countered with priests and they sent in the necromancers, slowly but surely approaching the destruction of everything his family had worked for over generations. 

Notable Possessions: Crownbearer: An old hardened sword, battered and chipped as the kingdom it defended, yet still as sharp and swift as the day it had been made. Legend said that it had been forged by the first king himself, passed down generation to generation between the Beradon's
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