To outsiders, Westheid might have seemed a rather complex man. He could be a contemplative sage, a rakish prodigal, or even a kind and magnanimous Lord.
But to Westheid, these were all just facets of his personality. The role he truly yearned to play had, from the very beginning, never changed.
A powerhouse. A powerhouse in the absolute sense of the word.
A powerhouse strong enough to violate and humiliate the whole damn world with his own power!
Although Westheid's understanding of "strength" was quite broad, he had to admit... slaughter and battle suited him best.
He rarely had the chance for a truly satisfying fight in his daily life. But against Chaos, an enemy that everyone agreed should be put to the sword, Westheid could finally let himself go.
While the other members of the Guard relied on the sturdy city defenses to fend off sporadic Demon incursions, Westheid refused the protection of the walls and shields.
