YaBoiSmox

YaBoiSmox, is a citizen of Astyllea residing in Liovelda Lapidosa. Along with that, Smox is the mayor of a town named Eryrith and is a commander for Astyllea's military. having particpiated in multiple wars, a few being The Alamayn Civil Wars, Allium-Coaliton Wars, and the Uldarash Civil War. Join date being back in June 26th, 2021.

Prior to Eldham/Rathnir
Smox would be born in lands far away from Eldham and Rathnir, into a noble family known for being some of the best when it came to sword combat. As expected, they would train Smox in sword combat daily in hopes that one-day Smox would be a skilled Swordsmen. Smox, much like the other members of his family was a prodigy when it came to sword combat. He would learn quickly, and would already be extremely skilled despite his young age. Sadly, one day his parents would become sick with a plague that swept the land. Smox would still train, as that was all he knew and used it as a coping mechanism. Sadly his parents would pass in their sleep due to the plague. This would leave Smox in a state of shock, as he was confused and didn't know what to do. Adoptions weren't a common thing in his old lands, so he would stay in his empty house for a couple of days, barely being able to survive.

This would be, until a group of Bandits and mercenaries would take him in. At first he would be uncomfortable with the idea of how they made money and how it felt different from his old family. As time passed, he would grow close to them and felt at home around them. They would teach him how to hunt and make money since his parents hadn't had enough time to teach him before their passing. As expected, bandits teaching a kid how to make money wasn't the best idea. Smox would believe that raiding towns was the best way to make money since that was the only way he had been taught. Once Smox would train more, and grow older he would join his friends in raids and help them rob people.

However, the bandits would be in as much danger as the people they hunted and slaughtered. mercenaries would hunt them down, as they had huge bounties on their head. They would constantly lose members, thanks to mercenary attacks. Until one day when a group of mercenaries would find their base and slaughter them. Everyone would die. Smox was despondent and scared, as the only people, he had felt at home with had passed away, twice now. Not to mention his base location was now public knowledge. Depressed by the fact he had to see the base all his friends had passed away at and panicked knowing there would be more people coming for him, he would sail away from these lands in hopes of finding a new place to call home. He took nothing other than one of his best friends' sword with him. A sword called Murasame.

Alte
He would be on seas for weeks on end, hoping to find anything. Soon enough, he would arrive at new land. The land he would soon know as Rathnir. Upon arriving he would search the coastlines, in hopes of finding a new town to call his home. And eventually, would stumble across a small squatter town named Alte.