#yes his arm isnt thru the shield strap

[adahlenan]

Alidaux Revacholiere- the frozen heart

A young man all too familiar with the dark side of Ishgardian society, Alidaux picked up his arms in hopes of making a difference. A shield to protect, and a sword to cut down those who had forsaken their oaths and morals. Born from the cruelty of those who had sworn themselves to the defence of his nation, he promised to never again allow the Temple Knights to abuse their power. Unfortunately, he was only one man, and turning a blind eye had become the status quo in this game of high and low born. Becoming frustrated and disillusioned to his cause, Alidaux's already tall walls grew even stronger, blocking out anyone from growing close to him, even as he reached out to others for warmth. As one cannot expect others to be warm and open without giving the same in return, the young man found himself alone yet again, his original goal out of reach, and his stoic and guarded demeanour all he had left. Unable to face his family and his problems head on, he chose to flee. Signing up for the Ilsabardian Contingent and setting off for the war-torn and decimated snows of Garlemald, hoping that this time maybe he could make a difference for the better.