The nameless one. He's lost his memory, other then snippets of a life before that was from another dimension, He awoke on this dimension with the sword nearby him on the shore of a strange lake. He's had, conflicting thoughts crossing his mind, but for the most part he seems in control. He's mostly calm, polite, and reserved, but something's a miss with him.
Next we have.
Name: Darius (he keeps his last name to himself)
Born: in a village that no longer exists as anything but as fields of Dusk Flowers among ruins.
Age: Despite having white hair, he's only really 29.
Marriage status: He's yet to talk about it.
Bio: Born in a village of 25,000 souls, he was a happy lad. Until a war came to his village. He doesn't talk much about it, but he carries with him the flowers that bloom in the local of the tragedy that made him the last of his village, his people. He's become a mercenary, or thug, or hitman, as he's oft to be called all of them. Personality: He is both cold and yet soft, for he seems to care slightly about the dead and 'gifts' them with the flower. He's pretty spiritual, and will even tell people to live life, and not to let it slip past their hands.
