Krosz

Full Name: Krosz
Alias: 'Commander' (mostly formerly)
Age: 26
Birthday: Spring
Race: Aeralfos
Occupation: Monster commander (formerly), wanderer
Pronouns: He/him
School of Magic: Farore
Beast Form: Black, corrupted variant of his normal form



A life without loss. A fairly consistent rise through the ranks, further studies and resources. Learning rather more than his brethren were able or willing, all for the sake of helping the monstrous army claim victory alongside this Twilight. A life without particular difficulty, a job to finally take on and oversee.

Just for everything to be shot down to ruin, the majority of his 'army' fallen in a floating city to varied forces. To leave him embarrassed and defeated, but not ready to retreat.

Though Krosz himself might call his own personal 'story', of a sort, rather shallow, the pure and simple fact was, it left him bitter, dejected, and lost. Nearly ready to lash out against anything and everything, no matter which 'side' it may have been on, yet with something of an underlying, grudging fascination. Of another town in the sky that held both winged folks and surface dwellers, of flying ships, of societies and mannerisms so very vastly different than the brutal, cutthroat world he grew up and rose up in.

Now he finds himself quite directionless, but trying to keep his aggressive tendencies down at least a little, already having seen a few monsters -- or something similar -- fight alongside others. A possible opportunity... but something he's yet to truly decide upon.