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The younger brother to the previous Count of Twainfort, Mihaly Riven, grew up with his siblings, did not exactly have an expectation to grow into a particular mold of this role or that role. Being directionless as he was didn't suit Mihaly, who wanted to be more than some too priveleged noble, even as a young boy. His uncle, Ignacious Riven, saw to that. A well-renowned swordsman, arguably one of the most skilled in the County, gave the young Mihaly direction and tuteledge, making his nephew his squire. The young Riven didn't know what real duty was, not until Igancious drilled it into him. Knightly tenants, something to aspire to. But without the Valardin romanticisim. Duty. Obligation. Protection. Mercy. As the years passed, Mihaly never became Sword as his uncle had hoped, but not because he couldn't do it, rather because Laveer had other requests for him. Through skill and deed that made his mentor smile, Laveer asked Mihaly to lead the knighthood of Riven, rising to become Knight Captain. It was a role he gladly took and excelled at. So much so is that his job and role became everything about him, perhaps not to the point of obsession, but enough that it took the majority of his free time. But that time was devoted to protecting Twainfort and Riven, offering years of experience and wisdom that many aspiring young squires, both noble and common alike looked up to. Despite never marrying or having children of his own, many of these young men and women he saw as his own wards, and that alone was as fulfilling as if they were his own. This was majority of his life, and he was content with it, staying in Twainfort and keeping it safe. It was rewarding, if not difficult and challenging work, even as age and injuries started to rack up in numbers. In time, he began to realize that he could not do this forever. Recovering from wounds took longer, stiffness started to creep into his bones when he would wake up. He can still fight, and still be more than a challenge yet, but he sees the sun starting to set on the horizon. It was during this time that he was requested to Arx, to take up the mantle his uncle carried a lifetime ago. To become Sword of Twainfort, with the express purpose to find, train, and pass on his knowledge, skill, and title of Sword to the next generation of Twainfort knights.

When he had hair, Mihaly's was already going grey in his youth. Now that he's middle-aged, while there would still be color left, his has gone slate-grey, the remaining hair that covers the sides and back of his head kept shaved short, the rest having receeded to baldness. Thankfully, he has aged gracefully, a combination of wrinkles, lightly weathered skin, and a few scars has given him a mixture of distinguished experience and the wisdom of a fatherly figure. As well as the well-manicured beard that covers his jaw, chin, and mouth.

Some might look at Mihaly and think he is a stern and focused man, with a particular devotion to what his career has led him to be. That would only be partially correct. Duty, obligation, and justice, tenants of knighthood are just important as mercy and compassion, a lesson he has tried a great deal to cultivate among his squires and knights. Mihaly cares, intensely. In his older age, he views himself to those under his command as family. He tries to be a teacher and mentor, a fatherly figure to those who need it, as he has no immediate family of his own.