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The Tor-Southport War was well underway when Theron Mazetti was approaching the midway point of his teenage years. Eager to join the fight, he spent a great deal of his time investing himself into studies of warfare and more specifically the deadly application of ending a life through the use of steel. He began his dueling career fairly young, though not in any sort of professional sense. His first duel was allegedly with another youth who had insulted his hair or touched his hair, the accounts of the exchange which led to the first duel of the Mazetti nobleman are murky at best. The Tor-Southport War began to wind to a close just before he was of appropriate age to serve within the Ostrian military, but serve he did. War's rarely halt indefinitely. Even if the participants change from one conflict to another, there would always be a conflict that demanded soldiers willing to put themselves in harm's way. Or end a war before it began with a few deft strokes of a blade in the midst of a duel between two champions. Theron has spent much of his adult years serving the city-state of Ostria and it's rulers in the form of House Mazetti. When he's not invested himself into the duties of a soldier, whether that be the rank-and-file or something else entirely, then Theron can often be found wandering the world. He claims such wanderers are without aim and often with little more cause or purpose than to see the sites, experience the people, and sample their wines. The wandering lifestyle began to become less and less with time. The needs of the House far outweighing the needs of the wanderer after Theron was named the Sword of Ostria. He would need to learn appropriate time management in order to see to his duties as a Sword and his alleged hobbies.

Theron's hair is dark and rich. The silken strands shine with the light from within. A majestic, metaphorical light. A light you don't touch. Often raked back from his face, slicked back carefully so that it tumbles back to his neck. Other times it is carefully bound within a leather strap in order to bring the passionate hair into order. Beneath all of that is a man with a nearly perfect nose, pursed lips faintly marred by smile lines at either side, and a strong but rounded jaw. When he smiles, one could claim that it threatens the very shadows around him. Dark brown eyes are hard, making him prone to occasional baleful stares. Unlike the rest of his features, his eyes tell a far different story. A life of danger and evading death has left Theron with a stare which some onlookers may describe as detached. From the neck down he is a paragon of physical fitness with a finely tuned body from a decade or more of warfare, long marches, and desperate fights for limb and life.

Theron is a man who is often quick to share a smile and a laugh, sometimes at inappropriate times. As a man who has witnessed a great deal in his relative short years he's learned the importance of seeing the lighter side of day-to-day life. While his humor is consistently free, he also began his career as a soldier at the earliest possible time he was able and as a result that has bred into him the sense of discipline necessary to put himself under wraps when necessary. Often slow to anger and quick to crack a joke, Theron is often passionate about his causes. Little can rouse his anger like someone messing with his hair.