I am Chaos. I was not always what my name represents but have decided to follow the dark path of life. Men fool themselves into believing light will somehow conquer all but the truth is there is more dark than light in this universe. At 6'5" and an easterner I tower above all. My dark features and physical strength intimidates anyone who comes into my path. I will use these and skills I learn to conquer all and become the ruler.
"Carefully study the well-being of your men, and do not overtax them. Concentrate your energy and hoard your strength. Keep your army continually on the move, and devise unfathomable plans." -- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
A unshaven man who was tall and fully armored came up to me while I was asking directions. He said he knew where I was going and bid me to follow him on his horse. I took up his offer only to learn that he was aware of my name and circumstances. I was surprised and asked how he knew. He explained his connection to my mother and it made me rather suspicious but I decided to not dwell on it, at least not then. In the end it seems like he will be someone that will look out for me when I an in need of assistance.
Chaos the Paladin is raised. I, Chaos, have died but am alive again! How can mine blemishes leave me with my 1st death to carry me downward overwhelmed in this world of the middle ages? It is mine lack of aspiration.