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Autumn had long last made its decent. The tree leaves are in an array of reds, golds and browns. 

Chion could remember many a time, walking along the banks of that river he was so fond of. Basking in the sunlight and embracing the solitude. To be one with only he and Mother Nature. Smells of fall linger around, as he makes way through the town. Pumpkin and ginger. While he did not care, for supply runs typically (the perks of being a lowly cadet), he did enjoy the walk. 

And a chance, for his mare to stretch her legs. A rather beautiful one by the name of Visare. She’s the only one in truth, whom trusted him after a series of bad owners. No one else could tame her. 

  Hailing from a family of German/Scottish immigrants, Chion was born and raised in Dartford, Wisconsin a small village in Michigan coming into the world on Christmas Eve morning.

Quiet is what one may notice about him at first, yet, behind his eyes a strong will to survive the Revolution lingers. He had no friends growing up except for that of a small fox, when he was a child named Todd. Unfortunately, to his horror his father killed the animal out of pure spite. Years later he died from alcohol poisoning.

Though the witch trials may have passed, his mother was still looked upon with distrust amongst their peers of Dartford. His father's reputation was bad enough, they said. In turn they were forced out into the woods. While Chion does not harbor any hatred, trying to remember his mother's firmness of that hatred eats away at your soul, that bitterness still lingers deep to a small degree.

When she died of consumption years later, Chion made the decision at aged twenty to sign up for the war. Abusive as his father was, he did teach him some ways in archery when he was a boy of nine. It would prove useful for his position in Washington's army.

Though unsure what his fate will be, Chion made a solemn vow to keep going. No matter the price.