Name: Delcarakdur Llelmandred Gorgorath
Race: High Elf (Noldo Elf)
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Age: Appears to be around 20 years old (He is really 272 years old)
Rank: Regular Grenadier
Appearance: Delcarakdur is a little over six and a half feet tall, slim built and was once also a handsome elf. His face is now slightly battle scarred from numerous battles. His left arm ends in a stump at the wrist and his left eye is missing, only a gaping eyesocket remains. His watchful remaining eye is always at work. Clad in heavy chain & plate, he has a hook attached to his left platemail-arm. A broadsword and a Longsword hangson his belt, and a wicked dagger hangs from the other side. He has a large heather shield slung over his back.
Personality:Delcarakdur was once a nice and rather naive person, but after his brief rebellion against cove and the apparent death of commander Eason this has changed. He has learned from his conflicts with the avatari to watch his mouth more closely, and he is no longer trusting toward other beings as he once was. He does however trust a few people, but only the ones that have proven their worth... He is fascinated by war and feels his true call lies in battle and the glory associated with it. He has changed from a rather chaotic fighter to a much more disciplined one and he will rather sacrifice his life than give ground in battle, unless ordered otherwise. As often the case with elves he appears to be incredibly arrogant to humans...
He is still marked by the death of his fiance Dellamona, but he has slowly begun to turn more joyful again...
History:Delcarakdur grew up in the same tribe as his cousin Khaelieth, but left it before a war erupted between the nearby human settlers and the elves, for his elfdom journey.
He travelled for many years with his master, an ageing elf only know under the name Mormegil. Mormegil taught the young elf an ancient secret way of the sword: the Ruhn-Ohtar way of war.
He trained for many years and served his much older master as a squire of sorts, and journeyed with him all over Trammel and Ilshenar. One day when they arrived at a crossroads. There they were ambushed by a large war party of orcs allied with a bandit party. Orc after orc and bandit after bandit fell to the furious blades of the two elves until exhausted his master fell to the arrows of the orc archers. Driven mad with battle lust and rage at seeing the loss of his beloved master the young Delcarakdur slew the orc leader with a single blow, scattering the orcs and the bandits. With his dying breath, his master made him swear to teach another worthy elf the Ruhn-Othar way of war, to continue the proud tradition.
Grieving his masters' death Delcarakdur travelled even more all over the known world, serving many different masters as a mercenary or bodyguard.
One day however he met his cousin Khaelieth again, now the minister of trade in the fair village of Cove, who spoke to him about the brave and worthy militiamen of Cove. Delcarakdur decided to follow his cousins' recommendation and he joined the militia...
But one day all went wrong for Delcarakdur: The church accused him of treason and demanded that the punishment to be set, was to have his left hand chopped off. This didn't appeal to Delcarakdur and he escaped prison with the help of two mysterious strangers, thus becoming an outlaw...He eluded capture for two months, but finally, exhausted and tired of a life on the run Delcarakdur turned himself into the militia and took his punishment. He has now been reinstated as a recruit, and he currently works hard to overcome his handicap and his low rank... Toiling and struggling, he has now become a Regular Highlander and just received word from Rory Munro that he is to take command of the entire squad.
After his squad was disbanded, Delcarakdur has gotten back to his work as a Regular Guardsman. He is currently striving for an officer position in the Covian army again. Recently he was taken up as one of the Baron's Own Grenadiers, the baron's bodyguards.
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