C'est quoi, ça?
Klyde tourna son regard vers Solanne, bien qu'il fût difficile à lire pendant que la lumière s'abaissait, et parlait tranquillement en regardant l'horizon. "Je m'en fiche. Le Culling a soif de sang, comme moi. Alors dirigez-vous, et je suivrai." Il n'était pas dur, il était direct, et se fiait à leur jugement en l'espèce. Il n'avait vraiment aucune idée d'où ils devraient aller dans la perspective d'engager cette forteresse, aucune idée ne semblait vraiment bien à ses yeux, mais son commandant lui a toujours appris à être prudent. Mais... regarde où ça les a menés tous les deux, Klyde est maintenant un ennemi de l'Empire et son commandant est mort, et a étiqueté un traître. Bien qu'il ait parlé une dernière fois et qu'il ait voulu clarifier une chose : « Mille Axes est à moi. » Et avec ces paroles, il se tint debout, et attendit qu'ils commencent à avancer dans la direction qu'ils choisirent.
Klyde était prêt à se battre, et il espérait que la tête rouge et Nako étaient aussi.
Name: Klyde Jensen
Alias: The Undying
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Personality:
Shattered is one good word to explain Klyde’s persona, The original man one could’ve met had in all essence died. The man left behind had nothing to lose, and no one to forgive. When one does find a way to get him to speak more than a few words at a time it should be taken as a unique occurrence, or a bad day for the one receiving his words. However. do not mistake this for being a hateful person, Klyde seems rather dark, but he does have a kind heart.
Klyde before:

Klyde After:

History/Bio: Klyde was honestly your average boy, born in an average family, in an average life in the capitol. His father was a smith, and his mother was a tailor, they made a fair living in the Capitol, when he came of age, he went straight to the military and signed up. He joined at 18 and quickly got to training with the rest of his unit. He excelled with bastard swords and two handed swords. Though it was clear, he had plenty of raw strength and talent to be honed into a great soldier. So his unit’s commander, after two Years of Klyde training, fighting and rising through the ranks of the unit, was placed under the commander’s personal tutelage, slowly shaping Klyde into a lethal swordsman, able to swing the largest of greatswords with hardly an effort. As time went on the two became a feared duo on the battlefield, slaying the Empire’s foes without fear.
Though nothing good lasts forever, as the saying goes. As the two grew more fearsome, some in the higher ranks feared them, and the risks they presented to the fat, rich and cowardly noblemen that helped line their pockets. So they sent them on a new ission, out in the middle of nowhere, and there they saw her...Esdeath in the flesh, was sent to kill the pair. They simply stared at her at first, unsure of why someone like her was here, that is, until she tried to kill them.
The fight ensued for as long as the duo could fight it, though she easily was able to whittle down and injure Klyde, and slowly, painfully kill his commander before him. This lit a burning ,searing rage accompanied by bloodlust, giving Klyde the strength to rise, badly wounded, and full of hate. With his damaged body and wheezing breaths to suck in air, he seemed almost dead. This made her...Smile at Klyde, in short complimenting his will, insulting his commander, and having the rest of his unit executed.
As his commander laid dying, Klyde was asked to take his Imperial Arms, and avenge the true worth of the Empire with it. The good that still remained, lived within Klyde, were the words that he parted from this life with. These are the words that motivate him to this day.
For a couple years he was a roving swordsman, killing bandits and those who harm the innocent wherever they may hide. No matter the number, he is their destruction, their undoing. To them, he was called The Undying, for no matter who he faced, nothing could kill the man so far.
Though, he did meet someone who piqued his curiosity, they didn't fight, but they spoke of a way to get his revenge, a group called Salvation. If this group helped him obtain his revenge on that harlot. He would do it, so he joined salvation and grew in strength and skill. He now had a goal, and ways to reach it.
Weapons: The greatsword he had eventually made himself over the years of service, whilst on leave, and his Commander’s Imperial Arms.
Imperial Arms: The Culling, a greatsword that gets deadlier and hits harder the longer you are in combat, at the cost of one's stamina.
Armor: Full-layered plate designed to allow freedom of movement and good protection, custom made for Klyde after the incident, also has his original military armor stashed somewhere safe.
Skills
Able to wield two greatswords in battle, and still move rather well.
Specialized in close to mid-range combat.
Is extremely resilient in combat, hard to stagger, and hard to stop.
Is capable of out dueling some of the strongest warriors with his homemade fighting style, which blends heavy overhead swings with other momentum building attacks. This style aims to make Klyde's offensive hard to stop, if not impossible. Where others are fast, Klyde is brutal.
Other Talents:
Is a decent smith, so most weapons and armor can be repaired with the right materials.
Has a knack for spotting an enemy's weak spot in a fight.