War, bloodshed, death, loss and glory--it is what has been sewn into the Iron-souled warriors fabric of being. It fuels him. War has ravaged his dreams, day and night. He craves the thought of battle; the idea that so much blood could be spilled and so much death could occur. The adrenaline rush. The heat of battle. It was pure ecstasy to him. His belligerent nature is fueled by sudden outbursts of anger and aggression. Flowing through his viens, is the very need to suddenly attack, to be rude, to fight back and never back away from any challenge that might present itself to him. There is a natural air of confidence that reeks of self pride. His posture, without inspiration or coaxing, assumes dominance. He is a creature that desires control over everything and everyone. His perverse nature and natural affluence in self-destructive behaviour would imply a lack of values and morals. Choas relieves the restless demons and somewhere in this dark exsistance he finds humor. He is not without a white-hot temper and is easily angered. His persona is saturated with an over inflated ego. He is openly proud of himself and his accomplishments. He completely lacks humility. He does not seek the validation of others and confidently spearheads his own ambitions without consult. He knows no boundaries with others and has no respect for anyone, save a select few whom has gained his trust. He is observing, cold, and calculating. He uses his intelligence to stand apart from others. He often uses others's weaknesses against them. He can be social, given he is around the preferred crowd, but at other times he is distant, lost to himself and in his own thoughts. He aims to better himself in every way. He tries to be constructive, always making improvements and never satisfied with the results.