Maniac born to dance upon the Grand Stage, Chiriel The Akron Cavalier.

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"Lady Wraith. For so long, I called out for your guidance."
"And when was it finally given to me? I held on to it. But I've come to understand from your words? Maybe I had it within me all along."
"Lord Shadecrest, I longed to impress you. When I did, the path forward only became clearer."
"Peace."
"The very enemy of the path I walk. Not of the world but of a solemn, calm wind which may engross me instead."
"Then I would begin to rot. Ants would crawl into my skin and begin to eat from within until nothing is left but a hollow shell of ambition and hatred which once burned ever so brightly."
"However, I know it will never find me, for I've only just begun my war march. Even if I start such in solitude, I know I'm not alone. I know out there in this world, there lay people with twisted, shallow hearts such as my own."

"It will soon become my duty to mold them, for I've finally caught up to the man in the mirror."
"My name is Chiriel the Akron Cavalier."
"My name is Mortimer the wanderer, ensnared by hatred." 
"My name is ____" 

"No- My name matters not. It's not important. What I seek is freedom."
"Unconventional. Yet one which will be found. I will free myself and those close to me."

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