Byzon Hardin

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**Name**: Byzon Hardin, Sahrad of Fairavon, Commander of Byzon’s Unit, Captain of the Garrison in Konushum, and Elder of clan Vixis-Hadri

**IGN**: Byzon\_Hardin

**Age**: 42

**Race**: Human

**Gender**: Male

**Personality**: On the outside, Byzon is a kind older man with a lot of years of life experience on his side. His demeanor is laid back with a nice western sway. Everything that Byzon does, he sees it to perfection and completion. Byzon greets everyone as if they were his lifelong friends of his or even family. He is always trying to help anyone in need and take in new people that are looking for a place to stay. Most days he runs his town as if he was the father of a close-knit family.

Deep down he has a burning desire for power, not to use it in a bad way, he merely wishes to gain power so that he might make the world a better place. His constant hunger for power causes him to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He has limits though for the most part, due to the purpose for his lust for power being driven by his desire to make the world a better place, he will never double-cross anyone who he truly cares about unless it is absolutely necessary. Anyone that shows him kindness will receive that kindness 10 fold, but those you wish to do him wrong or hurt the ones he loves most, he will hunt them down so they may feel his wrath 100 fold.

**Backstory**: If you ever ask Byzon where he is from, he will always tell you that he was just some lonely wanderer across the world of Rathnir, roaming everywhere, meeting everyone, and making either a lot of friends or a few enemies. He fits the part as well, he’s got just the right air about him to convince everyone that he was just a “highwayman”. However, this isn’t the whole truth, his real story is much greater and tragic. Allow me to tell you the true story of Byzon Hardin, or as the story of old would call him, Vixilon, The God of the Metallic Dragons.

Some time ago in the faraway forgotten world of Belamor, there was a man by the name of Pixis. Pixis was in his early twenties and a wanderer of the land, going from town to town taking whatever work he could and whatever drinks he could buy. Not much is known about Pixis, but one day he ended up in the small coastal town of Fairhaven where he met an old Blacksmith named Brom. All that is known between the two is that Brom took Pixis in under his wing as his apprentice and taught him everything he knew for a few years until Brom’s unfortunate passing. It didn’t take Pixis very long to sharpen his skills into the finest blacksmith that anyone in the area had seen.

One night, while Pixis was in the local tavern called the Rusted Nail he ended up meeting a man that went by the name of Byzon. The two met because of the moment that Pixis walked into the tavern that night he watched as Byzon went around to each person in the room preaching to anyone who would listen. So Pixis sat down on a stool, ordered a drink, and lazily watched and waited for his turn. It didn’t take long for Byzon to approach him, Byzon was a stout man visibly in his thirties, with a deep and rough voice, dressed for adventure. Byzon says, “Hello friend, you look like a stout, young, individual ready for a little adventure. Might I offer you an accord?” Pixis shows a bit of hesitation and caution on his face and in his next words, “Alright then… I’m listening?” Byzon with much excitement on his face proceeds with, “Exilant friend, now, I am sure you know the story of the dragons right?” Pixis shows a very strong expression of humor, Byzon continues, “Now now friend, trust me, I have a simple expedition. I know the location of an adult emerald dragon. All you gotta do is travel with me to the specified location, we set up camp, you get me to the dragon and BOOM… you can have all the treasure we find there.” Pixis glares at Byzon and says, “That’s it? What’s the catch? You can’t sit here and just tell me that you expect me to pack my things, travel with you to the Gods know where, take you to a dragon, and I can just have all of the treasure hoards. There has got to be something to this you are not telling me.” Byzon says, “I promise you, friend, there is no catch. I have told you everything I can tell. So… Do we have an accord?” Byzon gives Pixis a wink as soon as he finishes the question and suddenly Pixis is compelled to believe him, he has not a worry in his mind about the adventure. Pixis looks at Byzon and says, “Yes we do!” They both eagerly shake hands and Byzon says, “Go pack your things friend, I’ll meet you at the north gate at first light.” And so the next day they began their journey for the emerald dragon.

It would take the two of them about a week of straight travel, only stopping to rest until they reached their destination which was on top of an abnormally large hill. Upon this hill it felt as though you could see the entire world, Pixis even believed that he might have been able to see Fairhaven from the top. It was at this point that Byzon would tell Pixis to set up "permanent" camp. They would end up spending about a month in this camp, setting it up with everything they needed, it seemed to Pixis as though Byzon might be trying to build a home here. From time to time Pixis would ask Byzon of his intent or the current purpose of the task, with little response in return. Daily, Byzon would venture off for hours at a time, Pixis would notice this but would ask little question overall with a prediction of the responses he would receive.