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Carried
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Protective Item
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Carried
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Weight
Speed
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Feats
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Special abilities
Other Possessions
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Loc
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Display Spells & Powers
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DC
LEVEL
Spells
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Bonus
Spells
Cast
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Jussio was born during the last stretch of the last war. At that point, his father was already a distinguished veteran, having had fought in many battle all over Khorvaire. He many claimed his was blessed, for he would return without a scratch time and time again. In his mind though, luck had truly touched him when he was struck down by a Canaith warforged and left for dead behind enemy lines in the Cyre countryside. He would wake up days later, his wounds wrapped in bandages, under the care of a young woman. Alone and of little resources, she could use nothing more than mundane methods to nurse this soldier back to health. Something that would take a combat medic a day, at most, took 4 weeks. When he finally left, the two left together. Once back within the house’s sanctuary, the soldier took a small leave to regain his edge and the woman took up the d’Deneith name. As such, Jussio’s path was set from the get go. Born in Karrlakton, and raised in the House d’Deneith’s main compound, he almost learned to use the sword before he could walk. He was a natural, to boot. He would have surely turned adopted Deneith’s worldview, seeing war from the sidelines and as a business, if not for his mother. She hadn’t been given the choice to watch and living in the thick of it made seeing it as an outsider impossible. Many others amongst the house saw her emotional investment as dangerous, but simply chose to criticize her views behind her back. Jussio, however, grew to understand. He was sent to Rekkenmark academy, where they were hard pressed to iron these viewpoints out of him. Even after countless lessons and arguments, he was unbendable in his point of view. This, at least, was rather admirable. He did have a sense of justice; he was honorable in a duel and proficient in his with a blade. Then it turned out he was also marked. It manifested during a particularly grueling training session, a long series of duels with other students, culminating with a round against a warforged ‘instructor’. Losing his strength, but determined to win, he was barely able to overcome the instructor, many onlookers thought he was done for multiple times, but his opponents blows seem to lose course at the last moment. It was only after that match, when he removed his gear, that he saw the Mark of the Sentinel starring back at him on his right shoulder. He graduated with honors, and he actually served in the last 2 years of the last war. He was sent to the Darguun border, where his squad clashed multiple times with against the goblinoid rebels. The day of mourning brought this to a halt though as the nation was recognized, even if viewed with animosity. Jussio’s military career had been short, but eventful. He returned to Karrnath as a recognized soldier and combined with his growing mark, as brought him plenty of respect. His father believes that this may be going to his head and urges him to keep his modesty. Afterall, he’s still a soldier, one amongst many. After the war, his mother wanted nothing more than to find any surviving friends and relatives. Learning of New Cyre, she quickly left Karrnath and moved there. Her husband, now past his glory years, moved there too, but can rarely spent more than a couple of weeks at a time at home. His House needs him at the Sentinel Tower, where his years of experience can be of use. Jussio has spent these years as a Blademark, his missions taking him all over Khorvaire. Ha has grown more confident, and he hopes to surpass his father in position within the house someday. Currently in leave, having just finished a job in Sharn, he’s heading to New Cyre to visit his mother. She’s not entirely happy with his current career path, and would have preferred if he’d join the Defender’s Guild or become a Sentinel Marshall. In a way, he would too. Carrying out justice, protecting the weak, those things call to him much more than acting as a hired sword, but there’s just so much more room for growth as a Blademark…
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