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Postby Mr_Praetorian » Wed Jan 03, 2007 7:44 pm

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Background:
The history of the battle commander, Derovarr is somewhat mysterious, as he rarely reveals his past to any. According to Misalin military records, Derovarr is a human male from a poor commune in the South. The “d” in his name, as he claims, is his own way of bringing honor to his humble family, who were butchered in an orcish raid about 30 years-ago.

In truth, he is a son of the extremely wealthy (and arrogant) House of Kerradrin, and family known for abusing their privilege to get their heirs into high places. If his father had his way, Derrovar d’Kerrandrin would have been a high ranking official in the Church of Misalin, thusly granting his mercantile businesses quite a bit of swing in the government.

Luckly for Derovarr, his father, much like the rest of his family, believe that he was a stillborn. One of the only people that know the truth was his mother, Calizandra d‘Rothwyn. His mother was extremely young when she was forced to marry his father. After it was confirmed that she was pregnant, she was sent away to the summer home, as to make her as comfortable as possible (actually, it was so his father could continue his “affairs” undisturbed).

When Derovarr was birthed, it became immediately apparent that he not human, but an Aasimar, a human blessed by the Gods. At first his mother rejoiced, for the glory of the divine was truly upon her, but then, she realized what it would mean should his father ever find out. Derovarr would most certainly be taken away from his mother, to be raised to a life of corruption and greed. Fearing the worst, she consulted the priest who had been witness to the birth. The priest, Father Jakob, was well aware of the privilege that Aasimars received in Misalin society, and agreed that it would be best that Derovarr’s nature, and Derovarr, for that matter, be hidden from Kerrandrin.

So, after consulting the priest, Calizandra decided she would tell her husband that the baby was a stillborn, and leave the baby to be raised by Jakob, who would take him far into the Southlands, to a monastery. There he would be raised to be humble of his nature, and use it as a blessing for all around him, not just himself.

Four weeks after he had been born, his mother departed the summer home to return his father, who had sent word that he was ready to make another heir. On the same day, Jakob departed, with Derovarr, to the South. Neither he, nor Jakob have seen his mother since.

The years of his childhood were spent living in the monastery, being raised to the teaching of Pelor and Heironneus. He lived through much of his young life without every realizing his true nature, at least until puberty, when he realized that something about him was clearly different from the other children his age. Something about him seemed to make others naturally gravitate toward him, and not in the sense that he was exceptionally charismatic (he was), but that something inside of him made him a truly natural leader. This aspect became truly apparent on one summer’s eve, when he performed an epic before a crowd in the local tavern. It is said that he spoke the verse so well, that a few Grey Guards, who happened to have been in the tavern that night, were said
to have welled up, and possibly gone teary-eyed.

The next morning, Father Jakob revealed why Derovarr was different from the other boys. Overcome with joy and humbleness, he fell to his knees, thanked the God’s, and vowed to use his gift to help all that he could. He would get his chance, much sooner than he had thought.

The same night that he delivered epic, a relatively high ranking official in the Misalin Guard was passing through, and had just so happened to be in the tavern that night. Upon hearing Derovarr deliver the poem, he immediately realized the child’s potential. He knew that Misalin needed more leaders. So, after the performance, Lieutenant Barrast followed young Derovarr back to the monastery, and offered the young boy admission in to the Paladin Academy.

Jakob was hesitant, as he would’ve preferred Derovarr to learn the ways of a wandering mystic, but felt that the decision belonged to the boy, who, by the grace of his heightened wisdom, could clearly make the choice himself.

Derovarr, aware of his heritage and the path his kind usually followed, agreed without hesitation. He did not, however, reveal his true nature to the Lieutenant, as he did not want any special treatment. He also asked that the Lieutenant mask his true upbringing, for fear that news of a priest named Father Jakob raising and instant Misalin champion might draw attention from the house of Kerradrin (Father Jakob told Derovarr the truth about his family when he came of age). Though mildly suspicious, the Lieutenant agreed, and the next morning, Derovarr began his journey back to the North.

Years passed, as Derovarr trained to become both a conduit of lordly might, and a master of the art of war. The epics he had learned as a child served him well in his strategic planning courses, as he would often cite the tactics used in them as inspiration for his own genius plans. Shortly after he began training as a paladin, his instructors realized he also has a knack for battlefield coordination and tactical maneuvers. So, his at the insistence of his teachers, he began to train in the ways of the White Raven.

As he trained, he developed his own style of fighting, a style that some of his old instructors continue to reference to this day. The style focuses on optimization of the fighter, not the fighting style, with heavy emphasis on the ability to be ready for nearly any situation. As per his technique, Derovarr specializes in the use of the halberd. For Derovarr, the halberd represents the ultimate strategists weapon: Not only does it fair well in combat, it also useful for both readying for and against charges. He specializes in the use of the longsword, the weapon of his primary deity.

By the time he graduated, Derovarr had gone from a simple farm boy, to a truly supreme battlefield commander in the making. Not only was he awarded full honors and the privilege of carrying the name of Pious Templar of Heironneus, but he also had an actual military rank. His training finished just in time, for on the eve of his graduation, war returned to Misalin.

The day after his graduation ceremony, Derovarr went to war. Initially, his command was small, the right flank of mid-sized regiment, but as the weeks drew on, his extraordinary command and tactical skills began to show themselves.

During his first major military action, the campaign of Simmings River, Derovarr was ordered to hold a hill with a mostly scattered regiment of regulars, a few cavalry, and some militia raised from a nearby town. Originally, the plan was to have Derovarr and his men martyr themselves so the right flank could pull back and regroup. Yet, somehow, Derovarr, against all odds, not only held the hill for the better part the day, but also managed to push the enemies down the hill, and back across the river, thusly recapturing a major defense point for the forces of Misalin. When asked how in the nine Hells he managed to pull it off, it is said he simply replied, “It was a steep hill, and muddy; what kind of idiot tries to march ogre skeletons up a steep, muddy hill?”

After the Battle for the Red River, Derovarr received commendations, a promotion, and the status (not rank) of marshal. Since that battle, he has been quickly rising through the ranks of the Misalin military, and is begining to become (however minor) an icon within the ranks.

His next military encounter was during the siege Highrez. Though not in charge of the first unit pushed through the breach, his relatively small unit of elites (Halberdeers) and longbowmen managed to hold a captured street blockade while other parts of the Guard reorganized, helping to give them the time needed to re-deploy and re-coordinate their efforts. For successfully holding the block while minimizing casualties, Derovarr was presented with Phalanx, as a symbol of supreme valor.

Not all of Derovarr battles have been amazingly successful, however; like any commander, he has had his share of failures, and mistakes. the greatest example of this would be Derovarr's participation in Blackbog Keep. As per what is known, the Battle of Blackbog Keep was worst defeat in the history of the war: Misalin forces walked into a deathrap, completely unprepared for what they were about to face; eventually, the Mislain Host had to fall back. Derovarr, however, was not ready to fall back. So, when calls of "Retreat!" began to echo down the shatterring Misalin line, everyone was quite surprised to hear "Hold the Line!" somewhere in the left-center of the formation. It was Derovarr, who, despite, horrible odds, wasn't willing to give up the fight. Immediately, messages via magical communication began to fly in his direction, but he ignored them. He simply wouldn't budge. In the end, a unit of warmages had to sacrifice themselves to get him, and what remaine of his men out of the fray.

It was an act that he, to this day, refuses to forgive himself for. It is true, that holding there, that he saved the lives of hundreds of others, but at what cost. The two squads of Elites he was commanding were nearly obliterated: out of the 400 troops alloted to him at the start, less then a dozen made it back. Yet, for all the lives he saved, he realized that is not the reason he stayed. He stayed for his own personal glory, for his own sense of accomplishment. He had made the single deadliest mistake a wise commander can make: He let his prowess turn to pride.

After the Battle of Blakbog Keep, he was suspended, pending court marshal. But it never came, most likely because the hierarchy in the Misalin Military realized tha after 'said battle, they couldn't afford to lose any more commanders. So, instead of being discharged, he was instead placed under the command Lady Gant, in the Misalin Guard Elite.

Since that battle, his personal philisophy about war has changed. Before, he believed, as his instructors had taught him, that battles are won by the strategy and mettle of the commanders. After Blackbog Keep, he realized the fallacy of the statement. Commanders do not win battles, the common soldier does. This is not to say that he now lives life under the naive assumption that throwing troops into the fray anytime the situation is unfavorable is a dishonorable act. That would defy his very nature. The regaining of important ground against terrible odds can sometimes justify calling upon the common soldier, but to do so for personal gain and glory does not.

From this, he has adapted his style to emphasize not only command and coordination, but also support and empowerment. No one man will destory the foul heretics that seek the distruction of Misalin, it will be the brave warriors who are willing to soldier forth through every battle, until the day is won.

The Battle of Winchester ended, with a solid Misalin victory. Though many lives had been lost, the the city still stood, and the banners of Derovarr's homeland proudly flew: A symbol to the mighty horde that these defenders would not fall. At least, thats what the propaganda machine wanted everyone to think. Derovarr, being relatively high enough in the chain of command, new the truth: The forces of Misalin, nor the will of the divine won that battle, it was the Sacred Kingdom. Had that vermillion beam not cast the horde away, the battle would have gone far differently.

The result of Winchester not only awakened Derovarr to just how weakened his country was, but also enbittered him to the fact that the people of his nation must now bow to some extraplanar rulers. Derovarr has a strong will, and he doesn't take likely to those who enforce themselves upon others in such an unjust fashion.

As a result, Derovarr has become noticably more bitter, and cold. He was fairly mechnical to begin with, but now, its as though he's showing signs that hes about to spiral down into a lack of faith in general.

Luckily, the success of the tactical strike of Blackbog managed to raise his spirits a bit, but the damage had already been done, and what came next wasn't going to help things.

Derovarr was raised by Jakob, a priest, but a priest who had different views than most others in his faith. Where many believed that the God's actively changed the course of things in the mortal world, Jakob disagreed. He believed that the Gods gave mortals the inspiration to work towards what they believed in, but did not have an actual say in the matter. For if God's did actually work their divine plans in a mortal sense, then surely the mortal world would be racked continously in a titanic battle for otherworldy domination.

From this, Derovarr developed a different view from many of his peers. When asked about the matter, he often quotes what Jakob told him, that last time he saw him, be fore he left for the Paladin Academy, "Remember [Derovarr], the God's give us the strength to quell the profane, and the will to resist the corrupt, but they do not win or loose our battles."

Whatever this, "Archpriest," decides, Derovarr's loyalty is to his peers, the people, and the state, not to one mans interpretation of the divine. But, unfortunately, this one man's interpretation of the divine is now Misalanian law. Which worries Derovarr greatly. The great historians have often spoken of horrid atrocities wrought upon those who backed their religious views with a strong military. The deadiliest of wars are fought when faith and ideaology are brought to arms.

If this radical change in governmental structure was not enough, now Derovarr has learned that the Archpriest has begun the process of the replacing top officers with those who will serve his factions interests before Misalin as a whole. It will not be long now before even the great commander Lenneth is replaced, and even now, Derovarr feels that Kati may be under the eyes Anstrun.

But, for him, at least, their still is some glimmer of hope. He has also recieved word that Cari has taken forces loyal to the State (including two of the airships) and held up in Blackbog Keep. From there they can not only guard most of Eastern Misalin, but they also can help to keep Anstrun in check from making any major military actions.

For Derovarrs part, he will now work tirelessly to make connections and relationships with Archeron (that Kati has so sluggishy ignored, idiot), but not for the purpose the Archpriest intends. Rather, Derovarr would have the those connections serve a far different purpose. The purpose of someday "liberating" his people from the the Proclaimer's ever tightenning grip.

Persona:
Depending on the situation, Derovarr can appear either very confidant, or very grim. During battles he is strong willed, and gives off a nigh indestructable heir. He does this to keep his men focused, so that he can see them thrrough. Outside battle, he celebrates with his men, when he is not planning for the next fight...

War philosophy aside, Derovarr is a boisterous, practical, and humble man. Though he takes his war persona very seriously, once a great victory in decided without question, Derovarr becomes one of the most jovial people one can meet.

Goals:
Much has changed both in Derovarr and his country since he joined the war. He has gone from a rising star within the Guard to ring leader amongst the "traitors" at Blackbog. Yet, even now with loss of Lenneth Tiriel, one whom he admired greatly, the path seems clear, to dethrone Anstrun, reform the Duchy, and cleanse these "extra-planars" from all of Penthiae.

Physical Description:
Derovarr is about 6’2’’ and weighs around 220lbs. A military man to the core, he carries himself like an officer at all times. He appears exceptionally charismatic for a human, with long brown hair, and and power full booming voice that never seems to go hoarse, despite ho much he yells. While some would say that his features have an almost slightly celestial touch, the months of war have left their mark. His face is marked by a thin scar that crosses diagonally, from an orc's blade during one of the nameless skirmishes with the Fen's Dwellers, and though his stance and gait are proud, there is the slightest hint of a limp now as well.

Other members of the party:
Dmitri: Derovarr's not terribly surprised that Dmitri disappeared, what with him being a Citadel and all, and knowing them to duck in and out. What's distressing, however, is that there is no response from attempted communications to his command ring. Leading Derovarr to believe he has been captured, or killed.

Graamros: Poor little fellow. Derovarr nevr saw him much outside of combat, but he was study ally, and a great crafter.

Jens: Not the most discerning fellow, and a bit uptight at times. But, an excellent arcanist nonetheless. Though, Derovarr worries that Jens' staff is more capable as a spellcaster than he is. But, surely, the staff would be willing to impart some of the knowledge on its master. Right?

Karhedros: Though he was a bit arrogant at time, he was a hell of an arcanist. He powers will be sorely missed in future battles.

Kati: Since receiving the Blessing of the Aurorum Dragon alongside of her, Derovarr cannot help but find a new kind of appreciation for her lineage. Additionally, he noticed that her attack spell capability definitely increased during the last battle, as have the power of her boosting spells. She certainly has a long way to go in terms of realizing just how important she is. But, perhaps, Derovarr should not have judged her to be so impotent the first time around. Regardless, his greater concern lies not with her actions, but with that of her father.

Ranmor: A stout and skilled warrior, from the South. Derovarr is glad to call him an ally. He's particularly keen to the fact that Ranmor's fighting style is very close to his: and brutally quick. Ranmor's fighting prowess will be greatly missed within the command squad, but Derovarr nonetheless wishes him the best in the cleasnsing and rebuilding of his nation. He will miss having this combat brute fighting side by side with him.

Samael: With his return, and acceptance into the Knights of the Silver Shield, Derovarr seems to have finally shaken the cold bitterness that gripped him since the Sacred Kingdom officially took control. He will be looking to Samael in the days ahead for his much missed tactical insight.

Teodor: Okay, okay, we get it, your life has been terrible. Really sorry about that. Can we cut the commentary already? That, and what in the Endless Abyss is a "pooh-bah"?

Ulrich: Derovarr welcomes his desire to aid the wounded, but worries that his tutelage under the church may have left him a tad bit sheltered from the realities of both war, and the political arena. His original calculation proven false, Derovarr is proud to stand by one who can put aside religious differences, and fight for what's really important.

Other Aquaintances:
Captain Arrathol Bregallion served in the elite regiment that Derovarr commanded at the original attack on Blackbog, and, to this day, he continues to stress the fact the Derovarr's orders to hold their ground was the just and right thing to do, despite Derovarr's repeated attempts to get him drop the subject. Though he may be obnoxious at times, Derovarr nonetheless repespects him for the man he is: A devout warrior of Misalin, and a solid ally in fight.
Bregallion is a bit shorter than the average male for his age (around 42), but also much stouter and far better built. He enjoys using this extra momentum in combat, with a combonation of crippling strikes from his war hammer, and dazing shield bashes.
Bregallion, though an able and very effective combatant is far from a tactitian, as he tends to rely far too much on charges and brute force tactics than what many situations call for.
Bregallion is a simple man, who's willing to put his life on the line for comrades and country. In combat he's a stout warrior and realiable combatant Outside of combat, he's a loud talker and heavy drinker. Always keeping a positive attitude, Bregallion's demeanor never shifts far from boisterouly confident or obnoxiously jovial.
(Current Status: Dead)

Major Elizabeth Rowen has been a friend of Derovarr's since she was a private during the battle along the Simmings River. Where she was stationed in the company granted to him to defend the hill. During the battle she was amazed with the young commanders ability to inspire the troops unto act of courage in the face of what seemed a hopeless fight, while he was amazed by her beauty. Truth be told, Derovarr never faught so hard to keep a groop of common soldiers alive. After the fight, they were separated because she was promoted (due to Derovarrs strong recommendation), and because he was given a new command.
The next time they would meet would be in the aftermath of Winchester. Derovarr was glad to see she was alive, and an awkward beat passed when they said their greetings, and looked into each others eyes. It was at this moment that Derovarr noticed something: her eyes were like his, celestial veils of stars. Duties separated the two from saying much more than hello, but now that Derovarr has learned she is going to Trelling, he hopes that he will have time to confront her about her nature, and about his feelings that are burning inside of him
Rowen is a bit tall for a female human, and is about at average weight for her size and strength. She has long, flowing brown hair, that always seems to manage to catch the sunlight.
Elizabeth is in a serious yet supportive person. Her status as a commander makes her act stern, but her underlying desire to act a healer and supportive combantant adds a sense of caring and compassion to her persona.
(Current Status: Alive)

Sergeant Koranna Galtharon was a first year student in the Capital City Academy when Derovarr was on his last. Though the class diference was great, the two seemed to get along quite well, and many times did Derovarr indulge her on lessons from his advanced tactics course, which, surprisingly, she seemed to to grasp rather well, especially the ones pertaining to small-time, strike-team based combat. Derovarr had not seen Koranna since those final days at the Academy, and had feared that she had falled when he heard her unit faced the brunt of the berserkers at Winchester. Perhaps there will be time for such things in the future.
Koranna is much taller and bulkier than for females of her age (roughly 23), as she stands just four inches shorter than Derovarr. Physically, her appearance can be likened to that of a Tom-boy; shorter hair and more roughened features (from a childhood on a farm) than one would expect from her sex.
Her demeanor is both tough and comradaric. She acts touch and fights about the same, placing a heavy emphasis on the allies that are closest to her. She can appear dire at times, but only because the situation is grim. Outside of combat she's just as boisterous and loud as most of the heavy crusaders are, and can take just as much alcohol (if not more), than most of the men in her squad. She's pretty easy going too, but don't push her too far, lest you find yourself on the wrong end her father's warmace.
(Current Status: Alive)

Lieutenant Anthoni Barrast was the aspiring young officer who first recruited Derovarr into the army. Derovarr knows very little of him, as what he does know he gathered from the ride North from his home. Last he new, Barrast was a recently promoted officer who had sent down South to scout for new admittees to Capital City Academy. Derovarr last saw him before he was deployed to the North.
Barrast was a bright, hopeful, and very idealistic officer who could be said to have had more nationalism pumping through his veins than blood. Derovarr can recount the hours of military rhetoric and political rants that Barrast subjected him to on the journey to the Academy.
Physically, Barrast was of normal height for his age (roughly 30), but a little skinnier than normal. The man may not have been the most heavy hitter, but he certainly had a thing for finesse, and could wield a rapier better than anyone Derovarr has ever seen.
(Current Status: Unknown)
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