So im pretty much done, except for equipment. Heres a preview
Sareth Vorn was born under a blood moon in the borderlands of Anuire, where superstition outpaces fact, and fear clings tighter than faith. As a changeling bearing the tainted blood of Azrai, he was marked from birth. His golden eyes, bright and luminous, gave many pause. Whispers followed him like a second shadow:
awnsheghlien. Blood of darkness.
Rather than shrink from this legacy Sareth embraced discipline to master it. He joined the border legions as a young man, where death took many and doubt took more. But Sareth never wavered. With blade and command, he carved a place in the ranks, not through brute force alone, but by the force of his presence. Men who feared his blood soon feared failing him more.
In campaign after campaign, Sareth’s charisma bent unruly battalions into disciplined killers, and his swordplay made folk wonder whether he was born of shadow or steel. His enemies learned to flee at the sight of his banner, a black wolf against a crimson field, and even his superiors began to offer curt nods instead of wary glances.