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An ex-assassin of the Frozen Light. Many many men, some great, some not quite so, have fallen before this warrior. His talent in the art of killing reign high above even the most outstanding ranks of assassins. He rose through the ranks of the Frozen Light quickly and after what seemed like a heartbeat, grew into the leader the guild once longed for. However upon archiving this, he disbanded the guild. This puzzled all whom stood before him, but they all agreed to follow the order. Thus the Frozen Light Assassins were no more. Soon after this, he became a mercenary warrior, and grew rather adept in the ways of the sword. Having used daggers and knives most of his life, this was strange to him, and those who knew him. As a mercenary, he fought many in campaigns against various enemies, and explored many reaches of the planet. One battle in particular returned him to the site of the guilds old Sanctuary. There was a large battle going on outside, but he stole into the refuge, seeking a treasure he once lost during the disbanding of the Frozen Light. He came to his room and found a small girl nursing a baby polar bear who seemed to be orphaned. The battle grew more intense and many loud shouts could be heard as men invaded the guilds Sanctuary. Soon they were trapped and arrows were flying everywhere. By instinct he ducked behind a overturned table and drew his icy blade, but as he did, he heard a shriek of pain. He looked over and saw the girl collapse next to the bear as blood began running out from under her. He quickly threw the table up to block a path, and ran to her. She was struck through the heart, and he could do nothing for her. It wasn't fair, she didn't deserve this. And the bear, no one would take care of it now, it was already close to death anyway. But as he looked, the bear was indeed dead. He rose from the corner they were hidden in, his sword flaring with an icy hatred and as he rose, something else of ice slowly formed over his right arm, it took the from of a shield, but the odd little shield had a bear-like from, or at least the head of one. As it finished forming over his arm, an arrow that was aimed at him hit the glassy blue wall that was now covering him. As the arrow fell, there was a deafening roar that filled the entire room. The men that had forced their way into the room merely stared, mystified by where this sound had come from. And before them stood a man, who swore from that day forward, that he would defend life, an no longer take it. He had become the Defender of the Frozen Light Sanctuary.