Personality: He respects who respects him but is usually very friendly
Backstory: When I was a filly of 13 years old his parents gave him a scimitar my birthday but 3 days after robbers attacked the family farm trying to defend the farm my father stopped me and took my scimitar to defend the farm my father could repel the robbers but he died in the success , a few days after a stranger came and spoke with my mother to take me with him she accepted, the stranger took Herlin and left far away of the farm when we cannot see anymore the farm the strange started looking for a object in his saddlebag and pulled out a mask and start to get it closer to my face what i see in the mask cannot be explained and i decided to call it The mask of cruelty.
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