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Rank :

30

Main Affiliation :

Teacher

Full Name :

Kavesh Trovensky

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Age :

unknown

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None

Description :

Fading into existence, a man with no real link to time would casually stroll into the view from the darkness of the hour. Name? He never understood the word of a name. In context, he was a man that would stroll into every existence from time to time again. His essence was laid across the pages of history, but in truth he was just a figure within the passing ebbing flow of time. If he must have a name, the title of which he was granted from his oldest set of memories was the title "Kavesh Trovensky". He was once a lord, a matar, a priest, a king... and the man with the magic button. His sword was stained with the crimson flow of both the Greeks and the Romans. His speeches alone stirred the masses to rebel against the magistrates and the laws of the land. Nevertheless, if he were asked if he had a hand in the fall of the Roman empires or the rise of the American colonies... he would simply shrug with a simple reply "I just placed a gold pebble in the middle of the road. Sometimes a man would pass by and leave it be. Others would pick it up and bury it through the sands of time itself. But eventually a man would come along and invest it into something greater than himself. Gaining the tools necessary to either become one with justice, or slipping into the darkness of greed and deciet." As the tide of the hour reached the current time period, Kavesh counted his pieces quietly. He was called upon once more by the wishes of time to offer his services to HHSR. He never understood why he needed to teach a few kids whatever class that needed him so, but he only would accept it as a new fate and challenge along the road of tomorrow. From the darkness, bright piercing blue eyes would gaze upon the school from which the call beckoned him to follow. As if it were a priceless gem laying upon the alter ripe for the taking. Maybe, just maybe... this was his final resting place. Stepping upon the stones of his forefathers, he climbed those stairs of destiny with the hopes of accomplishing his one, final task.

Limits :

...No blood.

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