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Description:

Ba'krew Grez: known as "Krew" by most. Age: 18, Son of Duke Wyndell Grez of Oramore. He has a slender athletic build and of slightly tall at 6 feet, and weighting a lean 182 pounds. He shows more of a sculpted body from his frequent work out sessions with his personal trainer. His Raven Black hair is cropped short and neat, a more traditional hair style. His Grey Blue eyes tend to be flat exuding a constant sense of calm. His skin tone a tanned olive, even though his activities did not take him outside often his money keeps him tan. 

Concept:

Late senior year in High School he was inspired by Timalties, a Barron Noble who has made himself a "Man of the People", and a Knight Errant. His perspective drastically changed so now Krew chooses to earn his title and privilege like his idol did.  Even thought earlier on in his childhood and high school he was a bit of a play boy taking full advantage of his life of nobility. His father Duke Grez upholds the traditions of Nobility. He is a prominent figure in the realm of business and finance. This has allowed him to build many connections and influences. He has become know has a man who, "supports the successful" and without his support, success can be difficult. But Krew now believes that even though nobility is a birthright, respect will never be. He wishes to earn his title and inheritance by proving his worth without the help of his family's name and influence. This came with much resistance from his father. He struck out on his own, and entered the competition.
 
Introduction:
   "Ah! My Ba'krew, come join to me in the study." The voice of his father displayed the vocal training of a master. The eloquence of his tone and the pacing of his words existed in a delicate balance of perfection.
   "Yes your Grace?" Krew said questioningly as he entered the study.
    "You have the privilege of meeting Count Morvan, Leader of the King's Air Force. Many young men would cherish such an opportunity."
    "They would cherish it no more than me my Lord," Krew said as he gave a slight nod to his father. "My Lord Morvan, it is truly a pleasure and an honor to have you in my family's home." Krew bowed slowly yet stiffly as any Gentlemen should. His greeting was met with a small upturned smile from Count Morvan and wide grin from his father. Krew waited patiently for his father to continue and explain his intentions.
     "Yes, Lord Morvan and I were just discussing some recent opportunities at the Academy, and given your inherited abilities it would reason that you have much potential in his new venture." Krew shifted his gaze slowly to Count Morvan in an attempt to determine if the motive for the visit was his.
      "I thank both the Count and You for support; however I have yet to apply to the Academy. I still am considering other avenues of possible education. Perhaps I should learn the art of business as you have to uphold the family's interest…" He was cut short by his father who would not have any more talk of anything other than acceptance.
     "Nonsense, my boy we both know that your skills exist elsewhere. Your younger brother Helms will make a fine business man. I have taken the liberty to apply on your behalf, gentlemen like us need not worry about such things that privilege will provide. I have your acceptance letter right here, you leave next month." Krew tried unsuccessfully to withhold the shocked expression that would betray his emotion.
     "You go too far my lord. I beg your pardon Count Morvan, but I must decline your acceptance at this time. Please forgive my denial, I mean you no ill. However I would rather earn my admission like all other deserving applicants. 
      Krew turned to face the Count and gave a respectful bow, "My Lord, I shall look forward to any opportunities that your academy can provide until I am able to earn my acceptance as any noble and commoner alike could. I intend to compete in the "Force One" tournament and perhaps I may see you again should I win." His father stood with cheeks quivering in frustration but Count Morvan maintained his slight upturned smile. His father began to speak but quickly held his tongue as the Count interjected.
      "Very well, your honor impresses me young sir. We shall test your wings to see if you can fly." Krew's father was doing his best to maintain his composure in front of the visiting nobility. Krew had hoped to have this conversation in private, but perhaps the company would end up better for everyone. He was very aware of all the influences his father had to use to acquire such an acceptance but Krew could also not allow his future to be tainted in such a way. Krew remembered something a good friend had said; "a granted life of privilege is not the way to the people, it my grant you trinkets but it will never grant the love and loyalty". "My Lord Duke show no malice towards your child, for every sparrow must leave the nest to fly free from the nest. I would say you lucky as this fledgling fly's without a forceful shove." Count Morvan took steps towards Krew and gave him a single solid pat on the shoulder, "I wish you all the best and with a spirit like yours I foresee good things in your future. Feel free to send me correspondence now and then and let me know of your success. Until then my your ancestors watch over you and may you bring them honor and grace."
      Krew adjusted his stance and regained his composure. "Thank you for your kind words. I shall remember them in the future. It is my hope that my actions will be worthy of such notice. We shall see just what the future holds and perhaps we will meet again." His father waited until the Count had been shown out before addressing his defiant child.
      "Do you know the deals that I had to broker to secure this for you?" He said as he waved the letter in the air, beginning to lose his composure.
      "Please sir, take no offense at my actions I only seek to prove myself worth to uphold the family prestige. As you have made me aware on countless occasions my actions in the past have never helped the family. I beseech you to allow me the chance to honor the family through honoring myself."
      A cold distance separated the two without any attempts to warm it. The Duke was always the Duke no matter the company. "I speak plainly and without gilding so that you may hear the definitive seriousness in my words…" He locked Krew in a cold stare for a few moments before proceeding. "If you fail me, you fail the family and I will forever consider Rowel my only child. You will lose all ties to your inheritance and your title. You will become as common as those you seek to serve."
      "You do speak plainly father and your words do not go unheard. I hope that for both our sakes I can retain the families honor. I…" With a crisp wave of his hand the Duke ended any rebuttal. Knowing that the conversation was over Krew turned and exited the study to consider his future and consult his mentor.
      During the long drive to Timaties' estate Krew replayed the scene with his father over in his mind hoping that there was not something else he should have said or done. Then he thought about all that he was before Timaties came to see him. He remembered his first repulsor bike, and his second one less then twenty-four hours later after attempting to demolish a house with the first. His actions and escapades frequented the papers with all his crazy and irresponsible stunts. Like the day he went hang gliding naked because someone dared him to; or his frequent beach get-a-ways with a different girl each weekend.
      The life of excess was going to kill him one way or another. He had already been on "Those crazy Nobles" twice and had yet to even graduate from High School. It was for these reasons that Timaties sought him out. One morning after a long night of things better left unsaid that ended with Krew past out on the beach they met. It was an atypical introduction to say the least…
      It was the summer before his senior year when Krew awoke coughing and sputtering sand from his mouth, when another wave of sand impacted his face. The sand was followed by a strong deep voice, "Is this the life that you choose to leave behind? Is this the memory that you wish to impart to the rest of us?"
      Wiping the sand from his face hurriedly so that he could see who was addressing him, "What? Who are you, what do you think you're doing. This is a private beach." Krew's eyes began to focus slowly on the giant of a man that now towered over him.
      "One question at a time please I do not wish to be rude, and miss one." The giant stated without any hint of a smile.
      "Rude! What? You've just kicked sand on me."
      "I was merely trying to open your eyes, young sir." The stranger said shaking the left over dirt from his shoes.
      "Twice!" Krew snapped very indignant and attempted to quickly stand before the effects from last night forced him back down."
      "Ah yes, perhaps the second was more for fun, for that I ask your forgiveness but I have come to save you from a life full of wasted potential." My name is Timaties." He said as he leaned over Krew and offered his hand to assist him up.
      Krew slapped the hand away and said "your forgiveness is denied, and you will have the lash when father hears of this."
      "Alas for you I am the Barron and hold political sway over your father, so my back shall be spared from any retribution." Timaties bent low offering his hand again. This time Krew accepted his help and stood up.
      "…What?" Krew wrinkled his brow and his eyes lost focus. He could barely get out the word from thinking so much.
      "As you know young sir you are quite the trouble maker, but I see something more, I see a man, possibly a great man. So I am taking it upon myself to inspire you, to mold you, to transform you into something that is better………
A year had passed since their first meeting and Krew could look back on it and see Timalties change him like metal in a forge. Timalties had become like a father to him, showing him love, something he had never received from his father. Timalties tough him values once completely foreign, such as the sense of duty, loyalty, respect, and most of all honor. To this day Krew continues to learn and grow, and he knows now that he will always as long as his lives.
       The day he was to leave for the competition Krew awoke at the foot of his bed he saw a small square box. He opened it to find a wooden coin with the family crest on one side and the word, "Remember" written on the other. Not quite sure what it meant he pocketed it and got dressed to leave for the airport.