Arocan started life as an atypical spoilt prince. The youngest son of a father whose benevolence and kindness were only second to his wisdom and charismatic leadership of men. Being the youngest, Arocan stood to inherit nothing but the title of Prince. thus he took interest in warfare and started training at 10 to become a warrior like his fathers brother.

A natural with the sword and dagger even from this young age, Arocan soon proved to be a capiable horseman as well. Given a colt as a present by his mother, he set about training it under the guidance of the half elven Henrik Fontane, whose son Gerry trained with Arocan with the “Young nationals” a group of childeren being groomed to be soldiers for Middle Earth in the third age.

Alas, tragedy struck at a young age (as it inevitably does in the happiest and most content of families). The threat of the Hithlum siege that had been hanging over the heads of the rulers of Heldon for many a century had finally come about. The half-caste men of Hithlum lay waste to the country around the castle, killing mortals no matter what title they held. With little warning, the defence of the castle was almost non-existant and without much effort, it gave in and the marauders captured the heart of Heldon and murdered the royal family one by one.

Arocan and Gerry were, at the time out in the forests of Yarrawalla familiarising themselves with the young nymphen girls whose beauty was only marred by their mischeviousness. With their green-broke colts, the two boys managed to escape their would-be captors and flee into the adjoining country whose name has long since been changed.

From there, they joined a band of young mercentaries that plundered and attacked the rich and well to do. Arocan never revealed where he came from, indeed he blocked the visions of his dead and dying family from his mind up until it was time to go back.

Flitting from army to army, he finally settled with the 5/23 battillion of the Warhammer group that were stationed in Haradrim. At 16, Arocan was an exceptional soldier. His swordsmanship and riding ability soon marked him in the eyes of his superiors and he rose to become second lieutenant in a matter of months.

Meeting girls was never a problem for the darkly handome boy. His tanned skin and bright blue – almost violet – eyes caught many a maidens eye. Plus his flirting skills had been honed by the interaction he had with the Part-Elven girls, and few could match his charm in the taverns which he frequented.

Soon he became enamoured of a handmaiden to the Queen of Haradrim herself. Ilishua Harrad was a slight, shy girl of enchanting beauty and a wicked sense of humour. Arocan was besotted and soon it began to show in his poor attendance to training and lack of field preformance. He wa demoted, but did not care. He planned to marry his sweetheart as soon as he could find a place for them both to live.
Unfortunantly his plans were put on hold, and having one last night with her, he left for the battle front, where a war against a neighbouring naton was at its breaking point.

Letters sent and recieved gave hope to the young warrior, he was to be a father, and this bought him no end of joy. Unfortunantly that joy soon turned to anguish as her letters became longer and longer apart. She had been cast out of the castle due to ehr condition. How was she to live? Arocan could do nothing, he was stuck there as a lowly soldier with leave months away.

Finally, he was able to take a week off and needless to say, he went straight back to the place that he knew she wa staying. Alas, it was too late. Ili was gone, her child with her.

Arocan did not return to the army, instead he fled with his horse to another land. There he put himself up as a merc for hire and became a contract killer, uncaring if he himself had a price upon his head. He had nothing to live for anymore.

Travelling constantly was his sole delight. New countries, new faces, new taverns.

Now 18, he found himself eager for more, and thus decided to once more join a group. A court. And so he found hismelf in Falas, where he was wlcomed with open arms by the bored females that amused themselves by toying with his innocence with concern to proper decorum.

Living under the Emperor Joshinals rule was simple. But for the fact he found a woman that so enchanted him and reminded him of Ili, he broke the one rule that was placed upon his stay. He fell in love. Eventually the Emperor found out and had him set up for death.

Somehow the women of the court bought him back from the beyond, and Arocan fled with a few of them and hid with a goddess that took interest in his plight.

She soon became obsessed with the undeniably handsome man, now bent on revenge, and forced him to lay with her. He knew he would never escape her confines and managed to run from her as well. She joine dup with Josh and a large manhunt was started, with Arocan being the target.

This was the time he decided he was ready to reclaim his birth country of Heldon.

There was not much of a fight, the menwere tired of the now run down establishment, and were already being called to Isengard to serve Sauraman, and most of the good humans had left the country for others where they would not be exploited.
The invaders gave Arocan back the kingdom, with the agreement that they would be given a tract of land just beyond the woods of Yarrawalla. Arocan aquieced and moved back into his home that was now a ruin.

Years passed, and he built Heldon up to become the sanctury for mortals that it was in his fathers day. Hatred replaced the wide-eyed innocence that he started with, and the constant attempts on his life forced him to employ the services of a demon and an elf.

Then a proud King and sole ruler of his beloved homeland Heldon, Arocan furthered his influence by bringing in all surrounding countries into an alliance against Heldon’s enemies by promising them protection by his army – which was composed of many of the men he fought against in his past, being that Gerry heard of his best friends plight and came to help him fight the Emperor and eventually win.