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"The only reason I dwell in this diverse realm is one word… curiosity."Nexus is the Arch Mage of the “Mages Guild of Arcanum”, logging his knowledge and experiences of his craft. Currently being a reborn human cured from dark depths of the void, his age had turned back by seventeen years. Given a better and longer chance for life, he jumps at his great opportunity. Now increasing the intensity of his endeavor into the studies and mysteries of the arcane, as well as learning his place in military strategy.

Personality & Physical Traits
Nexus is a young mage, although his age can be deceiving as he was originally thirty six, now turned back to the age of nineteen. He has a clean shaven face topped with dark brown hair, jeweled with blue eyes, wearing tanned skin. He possesses a leather cloak striped with gold lines. The old cloak was given to him by his first master in the school of conjuration. His cloak covers a white buttoned trouser, and ends past the brown belt along the golden lines of his dark pants.

His height is around 5’9, he has a lean build, just for a mage like him. It took him a while to adjust to his younger body, as it was reborn. Many had questioned why the Arch Mage of Arcanum was young, but after a thorough explanation, they understood.

He is extremely knowledgeable in the schools of conjuration, illusion, light magic (elemental school), blood magic, and void magic. His loyalty can be extremely hard to gain, but once it has been earned, it lasts for many lifetimes. He has a special interest in the arcane, always hungry for knowledge. His expansive and knowledgeable mind knows how to follow orders, to reach a position to give them.

A few downsides to his behavior can be… manipulative tendencies. He seems to obsess on the tiniest details of his work, making completion seem impossible. He can also loose self control when presented to the void due to previous traumatic experiences, control he is in an effort to gain.

Birth
Born along the cold shores of Frostmarch, a boy given the name “Calrand” was an only child brought into a family of sailors, his mother unknown. Raised mostly at sea, Calrand developed a strong stomach and a lean build, good for running back and forth on deck, tying ropes and pulling up small sails. Calrand’s father was the captain of the ship, stern, organized, and known for a… “fiery” temper, “Fjalkard Firebeard” was his name. Fjalkard gave his son orders, and enforced a mindset to follow them, for now.

The Birth of a Captain
When Calrand reached the age of fifteen, his father had decided to begin the installment of a leader into his son. He wanted Calrand to lead the ship, lead the crew, and carry on his legacy. Calrand never wanted to lead a ship, but it wasn’t his choice. Calrand followed his father’s every order… and lecture.

Fjalkard began to teach him the arts of war, directing the ship, military strategy, and good leadership. Calrand took a liking to military strategy, he thought it neat how strategizing an army, or a ship, could bring him enjoyment. But he could never bring it upon himself, to be responsible for one’s death.

Well educated to become a captain, at the age of twenty, Calrand was ready to lead his father’s ship. Many had hired his crew for battle, cargo, and passage. They had made a good bit of coin off of their voyages and jobs. T’was till they realized that they could do anything, Calrand had realized death for his enemies was inevitable, never forcing him to question his ways, his crew felt unstoppable, and so did he.

Calrand became a sturdy and strong leader. He gave fire to his enemies, and blessed his close ones with light. They plundered, marauded, and captured. The wealth they had gained was unbelievable! Enough to build another ship! They stocked their treasures, and began to plunder more. A pirate he and his crew had become, and a good one at that.

All’s Fair in Love and War
Calrand had earned a good title, as well as a price. The crew had simply killed any mercenaries that stood in their way, more gold, why not? Their skill and leadership was unmatched. An unstoppable pirate crew, no one could stand in their way. Right?

Perhaps it as the overconfidence, or maybe it was misfortune, regardless, their fate was sealed after they had sunk an official military ship, that just so happened to be apart of the armada that sailed toward them. The crew had picked a bad time, originally sent to fight in a war, a storm of fury grew, as the armada witnessed the plunder of their own. The armada quickly disbanded their ship, as if they were nothing. Rams broke in, arrows flew, many of Calrand’s crew mates had died, and his ship was sunk.

Calrand was captured, with a big price on his head, that his captors intended to claim. Calrand was taken to one of harbors of his homeland, Frostmarch. A land he had offended greatly, he didn’t care. They took him in, paid the captors, and readied him for execution.

He walked, dragged his feet in chains, as he made his way towards the block. The executioner’s axe shined with misery, cleansed of the blood from the pirates before him. He couldn’t hear the villagers screaming at him, he could only see them in what seemed as such. The whole world had deafened, he was about to meet his end. He knelt, readying himself for death, and the axe swung.

Out With the Old, In With the New
The axe fell, tumbling on the ground. Confused and exhaling breaths of disbelief. He raised his head to meet the face of a man, cloaked in maroon leather, decorated with gold. He looked around him, the executioner was… gone? The people had ran, and there were no officers nor guards ensuring his execution. Only him. Calrand tumbled backwards, he gasped, “why?”The man had knelt down, lowering his height of 6’3, and smiled, “You’re fate was meant to be so much more… dear captain.”