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Name: Dustin Bernard
•Age: 21

•Gender:Male

•Race: Human

•Current Appearance:

He stands at a height of 5'11 and is built with the body of a typical frontline grunt. He has green eyes, brown hair and pale skin.

•Personality: Dustin is a cool headed man when off of the field and can be a source of entertainment for his fellow soldiers. He cares for his brothers in arms and will put his life on the line for them without a second thought. On the battlefield though he is cold towards his enemies and will take pleasure in killing them, though he does well to hide his joy when in combat.

•Brief Backstory: Dustin grew up within the slums of the Grandia Empire and lived along side his fellow street urchins and little sister. They stole, fought and cheated to ensure their survival. Though at the age of twelve he allowed himself to be caught by the authorities when trying to rob a rich citizen to let his sister and fellow urchins escape. He was thrown in prison and suffered its harsh and neglectful conditions seeing as how the guards saw him as just another rat that dirtied their homes. Through merciless beatings and cruel starvation Dustin grew to hate his homeland and was ready to curse its name. That is until Emmett Frederick, a captain within the empires military did his monthly browse of potential soldiers. They were much cheaper this way. Dustin despised the man once he picked him out along side a handful of other imprisoned thugs and dragged him to the nearest military base for training. Dustin had arrived at that base with hatred for his own homeland, but the first night there he was fed, bathed and given proper treatment. Hell, even Emmett arranged for meals of their choosing to be made for them. Dustin and the others who were picked simply questioned the man with hesitation. Emmett simply smiled and said, "I treat all men with great potential as if they were my own." They were all confused and somewhat shocked. They had potential in this mans eyes, even though they were just your common criminals. Dustin saw the man in a new light and decided to give this military life style a chance. Years have past now and Dustin and the original band of thugs and criminals have grown into fine soldiers. Dustin was even able to house his past street urchins and sister with the help of Emmett. His love for his country has now changed and he is prepared to give his life to protect all he has earned.

•Abilities: Dustin is known to use little of his magic, but when he does it is clear there is potential. There is even talk of moving him and his men to a Greatarmor unit just because of how talented he is.

•Skills: More than excellent when it comes to marksmen ship, has what some would call a 'hawks eye' when it comes to spotting things from a distance, can raise moral without even trying and is finally quick thinking and resourceful in desperate situations.

•Equipment: A standardized semi-automatic rifle of the imperial army, a pistol gifted to him by Emmett, trench knife, grenades, backpack to carry the essentials and a watch given to him by his sister.

•Origin: Native
@VitaVitaAR Thank ya kindly.
@VitaVitaAR Quick question, what are the colors and uniform set up for Grandia?
@PoiHello, good to see you as well. :)
Sweeeet, I'll have my stuff up when I get home.
@VitaVitaAR Very interested.
Jason side and stared down at the graves with a pained look. That could have been him, or Brienna in those graves. The very thought caused him to shudder. He gave the graves a quick prayer of peace before turning away to see Samuel entering the house. Jason took a deep breath and jogged off after him. "Sir! Sir, can I have a word with you?" Jason asked as he neared Samuel. He stopped and looked towards Jason with a neutral look.

"Ah, Jason lad, how can I help you?" he asked while leaning next to the houses entrance. Jason stopped and gripped his swords hilt with nervousness. Samuel raised an eyebrow and waited for Jason to speak. After a few awkward seconds Jason took a deep breath and spoke.

"What was it like when you first killed someone?" he blurted out and a mentally slapped himself. Samuel seemed a bit surprised by his question, but soon a look of realization came to him and he let a low sigh escape him.

"Ah, so that is what's been bothering you since we arrived. I should have known seeing as how you're a recruit," he said and crossed his arms before looking at Jason with a stern look. "When I killed my first man ya say? Well I was no stranger to death when it happen, but I will admit taking a life felt a bit different," he said and rubbed his chin to find the right words to describe it. "It felt as if it wasn't for me to decided and take his life, but the heat of the battle blinded us, as it does with any soldier. When the battle ended it had felt like I was pulled from one reality to another. I remember not being able to sleep or eat for month because of my guilt. Hell I wasn't even fit to do my patrols," he chuckled dryly. Jason listened closely and felt as if Samuel was simply copying his thoughts. Was this how every soldier felt after their first kill?

"S-so how did you get past it?" he asked with desperation in his voice. Samuel shook his head.

"It was a long time before I was over it, but what pulled me from that path of despair and guilt was my beloved wife," he said with a smile. "She aided me through my troubled times like an infant and made me grateful to be alive. Though I will say the guilt still remains within my heart, but it is my will to live a longer life by her side that gives me courage to continue on. I pray for forgiveness from the lord and my fallen foes and thank them for letting me stay on this earth a bit longer," he said while letting a sly smirk. "So Jason, what I am saying is find your happiness and never regret what you must do to keep it, because others will surely be willing to rip you away from it and take it for themselves," he finished and sighed as he walked over to Jason and patted his shoulder. "Hope I could give you helpful advice lad, I understand what you are going through and I will aid you in anyway, as I do with all of my men," he chuckled and walked into the house. Jason watched Samuel leave and looked to his feet as he pondered the words he and told him. The guilt remained, but the thought of leaving Brienna seemed to make the guilt vanish. He felt true happiness with her and he didn't want to let that go. He wanted to keep that happiness and stay with it for as long as his life will allow it.

He tightened his fist and looked up into the sky with a small smile of relief. His world of guilt and sadness was gone and replaced with gratefulness and love. He was alive and free to be by her side, that is all that matters.

@Wick

Alright cool then, though I may be hitting the hay myself in a bit. Long day and all.

@Wick
@Wick So question, should I speak for Samuel or should you?
Jason listened to Briennas words and felt a bit of relief to know she understood what he was going through. His smile grew after her lips met his and he simply nodded. "I would, I still need to pay my final respects," he said before looking her over one last time. The flower in her hair seemed to make her glow even more and he chuckled as he gently pinched her right cheek. "Ya know, you look much cuter today. I'm having trouble keep my eyes off of ya," he chuckled and offered his arm to her. "Come on, lets go say goodbye."

@Wick
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