Valgor.

Name: Valgor

Age: 25

Appearance: tall, long dark hair, blue eyes, fair skin, long silver earrings, wearing light armor, sword at his hip, large facial features – full lips, large eyes, thick long eyelashes, straight nose with a slight bump, broad shoulders.

Character: Arrogant, disciplined, cruel, loyal to the empire, proud, cynical, sarcastic, harsh, haughty, quick-tempered, vengeful, suspicious, traditional.

About me: I am the son of a military man, whose life was defined by duty and a strict code of honor instilled in me from childhood, when, as a boy, I watched my father, clad in the armor of the Imperial Guard, march through the streets of Aridor. His path became mine, and following in his footsteps, I joined the Guard, where I was trained not only in swordsmanship, but also in all the laws of the empire, which I memorized like sacred texts, to serve Vardard with unsurpassed devotion, as required by traditions passed down from generation to generation.

But there's something that poisons my service – this nomadic rabble that calls itself the Velthurds, vile scum, the embodiment of chaos, thieves and troublemakers whose presence defiles the order we guards swore to protect. Every time their colorful wagons appear at the gates of Aridor, our work doubles, because their children steal, their women distract the guard with their shameless tricks, and their men sow discord. I despise them, as does everyone in the guard, for they are a stain on the honor of the empire, and even the thought of stooping to their level, as some weak-willed guards have done, spending nights with their women, fills me with disgust; those who succumbed were either banished with shame or bore the stigma of dishonor for the rest of their days, a stain that no feat could wash away. When the Velthurds reappeared in Aridor, standing on guard, I already knew that we would face days full of anxiety and hardship, for their arrival always means chaos, always theft in the markets.