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Name: Demarian Tel'var
Age: 362 (Looks early 50's)
Height: 6.1 foot
Weight: 13 stone
Alignment:Lawful
Background:
Demarain is one of the last of his cursed kind the Arialans, these people were entrusted on far away shores fromstopping the ever growing number of undead from spreading, over time there war became a loosin one and they were forced to the Capital Xarteyu, the grand city. still holds out against the attacks, the holy knights still strapped in the thickest and finest armour,Demarian was a knight of the Avatar, he had severed him for three century's, loosing his wife and child in one swift fray in a cold, dusk night, he returned to find his village burning, screams of death and the stench, of smoldering corpses he quickly, dashed from the ranks to his house his colleagues scrambling over the , fallen skeletons and bodies of humans, was not soon he reached is house, terror gripped his heart as he saw his, wife and children, all except for one dead.... he threw himself into a rage storming out of the house a small detachment of undead neared him, with swift and fiery words he shouted! Consecrus Arma!, these word of chivalric holy power, enhanced his blade with mystic Avatarian energy, soon bones flew in the sky, clanking of swords of bone and, again painfull screams of the fallen and dying, the cold night air. wrapped around Demarians heart as his rage, carried on searchin every house he scoured the Villages, was soon he realised, this was but a mere scouting party, when the sky turned blacker than he had seen, quickly the men gathered knowing they were surrounded, there captain dead, and Demarian the highest raking there, quickly he called for defensive action, wasn't soon before numerous undead piled down the burning streets, the Avatarian knights Shouted! FOR THE AVATAR! A raging battle, with several of the knights falling left Demarian with no choice but to call the retreat.
When they returned to Xarteyu, he headed to the council chambers he, was broken unfit some would say, was not Long before he left the knights and kept to the seas, he headed west, through stormy seas,fear arose in these seas to normal men but this one, so lost and broken , this small feat did not matter to him, several weeks past, and his food grew short, was at that time he though about, what he must do to move on, several days later a thick mist had engulfed the sea, and only a flicker of light could be seen,as he headed closer a huge tower with a fiery beacon,mounted at its top peered down on the boat, he drifted into the harbour, this place.... reminded him of a Small village back home, grabbing his sword he moved, to the nearest building an old ma sat at a desk and peered at him, Where is this Demarian Asked?
This be Cove laddy' Baron Octiovus realm, yer signen up for tha miltia ere'?
Demarian replied, where do i go to sign up!
Oh Right its just over there lad'! Follow the coast south, the next few days were harsh, he had lucked the Ork invasion but soon was thrown into the fray, and there his career in Cove began a new life, a new land and a new lord to Serve, he was glad to learn these people worshiped his god and so his tale set, thirty six years past an his' career had done him well a senior Grenadier personnel guard of the Baron, and one of the best soldier's cove had, one night not so long back he ad an argument with a long officer, a Dragoon, hating Dragoon's cause of there snobbery of horses, he then after a forcefull engagement threw his badge at the Dragoon, the Dragoon shocked as the Grenadier walked off, it was then Demarian realised Cove had changed in the many year's of his service and others under threat of wychtes from Vesper could need his services, he walked a long road through Yew, to Britian and finally to Trinsic here, knowing well of the current war.
After arranging a talk with the Duke he soon found himself, in a position to Join the newly formin Militia and maybe teach the how to work as an effective unit, all is not yet seen, time will tell, as a citizen becomes a militia man again. Before this time a Kaldorian with help of Duchy guards soon attacked his old friend James Moris a former watchman and deserter of Cove, in this he decided he wouldn't fight along side an army and soon returned to Cove where he attempted to Retire and well.... You don't retire to youre dead Demarian! said the Baron and thats that!
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