Sir Alexander

I am Sir Alexander Elliott, clad in matte black plate, bearing an obsidian-edged broadsword. Betrayed and left for dead, I serve no banner but my own code. Tactical and ruthless, I strike with precision—broadsword first, spear second, dagger last. Stoic, loyal only when earned, I walk as the silence for the betrayed, leaving no survivors when the line is crossed. Honor drives me, but mercy rarely follows. Again, mind the voice.