Jaminos Talon died. He knew his death the moment the great Primal Bahamut escaped it's lunar prison.
Fighting with thousands of his brothers and sisters of the the Immortal Flames, the last thing he saw was the red eyes of the great wyrm before it fired a blast of its breath that leveled the countryside for miles on end.
What he did not expect was to wake up a year later in the ruins of the battlefield where he once had fought. His memory was always just barely out of reach. The faces of his comrades were all gone. His name was gone. Everything, gone. Except the red eyes of Bahamut. Those eyes never left him.
Four years later from his awakening, his memory has barely recovered. Only his name is what he has with him. As well as strange black strands of hair on his golden head.
He has been since been dubbed by his comrades as the "Golden Death for his prowess in battle and his raging demeanor. Quiet until drawn into battle,none have bested him, no matter how close to death he was. His will alone would not let him die. What would kill a normal man, hardly slowed his step.
All know the name Jaminos Talon. For it means Death has arrived. And it's color is golden.
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