Gender: 2
Race: man
Height: 5'11
Age: 35
Family: none
Animals: none that he calls his own
Weapons: a sword, several daggers and knives, a bow and arrows

Personality: Delvan is a man bitter and unfriendly. His delight is in bloodshed and seeing his enemies suffer; he also covets wealth and power. He rarely jokes, but when he does his humor is twisted and tasteless. He has a general disdain for others, and thinks himself exceedingly intelligent and well-skilled in battle. The man dislikes elves- and hobbits- and dwarves- and most people of his own race. He is of the opinion that women are unimportant, except for serving men. He feels no pity or mercy and can kill anyone without remorse- even children. He is well skilled in battle, having been trained to serve in Gondor's elite guard.

Appearance: Delven is tallish and well-built. His hair is a nondescript brown, below shoulder-length and usually tied back out of the way; he shaves often but likes to keep a bit of beard. The man’s eyes are dark green, and they flash angrily most of the time. Normally he dresses in colors that help him blend in- and, when in battle he wears armor that is of vague elven style, which he finds suits him better than the clunky armored get-ups of his own people.

History:

Delvan Fangfall was born in Gondor and raised by his domineering father. His mother was killed while he was young, though he never found out the reason and never really cared. When 16 be began training to be a soldier, and such was his skill that he was made a member of Minas Tirith’s elite guard after only a few short years. As time passed, however, he began to dislike the men with which he served; he was teased for his age, and no one really accepted him because his father was generally disliked.

As he continued to serve, though, fighting the enemies of Gondor, his lust for blood and the pleasure that came with killing in battle began to overtake any desire he’d had to do ‘good’ for his country. It was after one battle against the Haradrim (in which he’s slain many) that he continued to have at a wounded enemy, even though he’d been called to a halt. The man- who should have been taken prisoner and questioned- was killed, and Delven was scolded brutally by his Captain.

Afterwards his love for Gondor became less and less, until finally- at the age of 29- he deserted during a battle, even viciously killing two of the men he’d served beside for over a decade. He escaped from the fight and managed to throw off pursuit, shedding his armor and his identity as he went from village to village.

It was in a unexceptional inn that his life took a major change not long after. It was as he drank alone in a corner that he heard whispers concerning someone who was staying in that same inn… and, following the rumors he found the chance of a lifetime, as he saw it. An elf- Ondet, he called himself- was searching for worthy men to serve him. He would pay well, if they would join his conquest… and seeing a road to follow, Delvan sought him out. After only a few hours of speaking the man agreed to pledge his service to the elf (who was more evil than himself) if only he would pay him well, and give him foes to slay.

For the past few years he’s done his new master’s bidding, though the ‘slowness’ with which the ‘plan’s came together was agonizing. Finally, though, the war is to really begin… and the former soldier has been waiting eagerly.

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