Akronian Battlestorm

Akronian looks like a myth until you notice the small things. The way he checks exits. The way he stands slightly ahead of the group. The way his hands never drift far from the sword. He has the steady heart of a guardian and the instincts of someone who grew up hunted. The storm gift he carries is not clean or heroic. It is power with consequences, and he has learned to live with the weight of it.

He was born to bandits and raised around firelight deals, stolen food, and fast exits. When he was ten, his world cracked. One morning, he woke up alone, cut loose at ten, left to make sense of hunger and cruelty on his own. Pains people found him before something worse did. They took him in the way harsh people sometimes do, by putting him to use, then slowly letting him belong. He grew into a protector because it was the only role that made sense in a world that did not offer mercy. When he recovered the legendary Oversword, the storm inside it woke up. The power changed what he could do. It did not change what he feared.