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Name: Vestlan
Age: Thirty-Two
Race: Taconian
Gender: Male
Personality: Vestlan suffers from severe displacment disorder, and as such, changes his personality constantly, though it isn't sure which personality is his, it is suspected that the kinder, gentler Vestlan is the true personality.
Appearance: Vestlan stands at a towering 6'4", his weight is unknown, but suspected to be well over three hunds lbs, and suspected to be mostly muscle. His garments are simple, a pair of black pants with navy blue cuffs at the bottom of the pant legs, and a white stripe running up the side of his pants. His shirt is a basic black button shirt, though the sleeves of his white undershirt can be seen from under the sleeves of the black button up shirt. His eyes are eerie, and change according to his personality, it's not sure which of the personalities has which color eyes, but it arrays from baby blue, to red, to green. His hair is short, a crew cut, black in color.
Weapon: Chain Scythes.
History: Nothing is known of Vestlan or his history, race, or past. He showed up one day, at the age of thirteen, the only distinguishing mark on him, a scar around his left arm, looking as if his arm had been cut off and replaced. When he came of age, his Foster parents, whom had adopted him and treated him as their own for the five years that he lived with them, signed him into the military, a choice that he made himself. After faithfully serving the military for near six years, he had been given the station of protecting his home town, as was the custom to Soliders whom served for long enough. On a dark and stormy night, the village was attacked, and with great force at that. Legions upon Legions of enemy soliders poured into the village, and the platoon guarding the village, was decimated. As Vestlan laid in the pile of his dead comrades, he felt a dark force grip hold his heart, and he slipped into a state of unconciousness.

It was several days before Vestlan awoke, and when he did, he found himself in an odd position. Instead of laying, like a sleeping person would do, he was standing, and his hands were covered in blood. As he looked around, he seen the bodies of his enemies, spread far infront of him. It was clear that an invasion had been stopped, but the bodies were too far damaged to tell where they had come from. As Vestlan began to walk away, he felt a tugging at his wrists, as he looked back, ready to attack, he found that the tugging was only chains that resided on bracelets, that were securely strapped to his wrists. As he pulled the chains, he found that the chains had scythes attached to the end, and the bracelets were quite unbreakable.

After finding a way to comfortably settle the scythes at his side, he moved on, to find his parents. When he made it to the house, he found two men, with large gashes in their backs, and from the way their bodies fell, it looked as if they had been running. The weapons were missing from their sides. As he moved in further, he found that his parents, had both died. Shortly after burying their bodies, Vestlan disappeared, AWOL'ing from the army, and never being seen again by his comrades.
Weakness': Though he is not completely incapable, he is extremely weakened in the daytime hours.
Special Abilites: Rapid Regeneration, Unfettered Chaos.
Rank: Grand Admiral