Commander of the Castor Military and all it's associated branches.
Fifty years of service. It's not the constant visage of war that plagues his every thought. It's not the idea of death looming over every corner. No, it's the people that he's lost. Craven walks with the spirits of the damned, the people that he was suppose to help in the past haunting his very existence. Their wails and screams are so powerful that they are capable of manifesting themselves in the real world. Despite this, Craven holds a very serious, yet nearly casual demeanor. He walks with the confidence of a thousand men. He stands prominently among the crowd and magnanimously serves his people. He's a patriot if their ever was one.
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Ramius holds nothing on his person but his sword, the Mannifesta, and various tools for communication.
-The Mannifesta: A sword forged eons ago, capable of controlling the damned spirits that haunt Craven. Channeling their energy and siphoning the life force out of enemies.
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[Full bio in the works.]