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(-) Sometimes can be quite indifferent, apathetic, calculative, placing duties before everything

A lone wolf. Carlisle doesn't really like to talk too much, only when needed, and would rather be by himself in a quiet place instead of mingling around. He would rather be on the training ground instead of wasting his time socializing with the other nobles.

Carlisle's contribution and talent in the military shone during his early 20s. He led his troops to battle the nomads who were waging war on the kingdom. He fought bravely even though the injury from the battle stayed as a scar on his shoulder, but he thinks of it as a souvenir from the battle.

Now, at the age of 30, he has finally risen to the major rank, but still never good enough to get acknowledged by his father. The father-son relationship was still strained. Carlisle admitted that Viczar was a great warrior, but he never became a great father to him and his siblings, for he was rarely at home, even during special occasions. While Carlisle did take great pride in his lineage, sometimes he couldn't help but resent it; thinking of it as a curse rather than a blessing. The heavy price that comes with the family name sometimes felt like it was crushing him.

Those words were always coming out of his father's mouth since Carlisle was young. The duty he didn't have a choice but to accept. Being the eldest son of the Viczar Khangarid, the training Carlisle received was harsher and harder than anyone else, with the expectation of him continuing the lineage of being a great Skymarshal; something that has been passed down in their family. His father didn't hesitate to punish him if he wasn't able to finish the task of the day, pushing Carlisle to his limit many times. Thus, resentment started to grow in the young Carlisle's heart.

His mother was the only one who gave him the attention that any kid should get. With her soft, soothing words and healing touch of a mother, Carlisle could breathe for a moment inside her embrace, relishing in the warmth of Reina Khangarid.

It was right after he graduated from the academy that Carlisle immediately joined the military, building his career slowly despite being the Marshal's son, without any special treatment. During this time, he met a woman who later became irreplaceable to him, but alas, the Khangarid blood in him was too strong as he, like his father, put duty before everything else; resulting in the pair drifting apart from one another. He put his anger, sorrow, and pain into training, determined to get stronger than ever.