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Duke Arn Telmar

Honor makes a man's soul strong. A mace to the jaw makes him unable to eat solid food any longer.

Social Rank: 3
Concept: Grizzled General
Fealty: Valardin
Family: Telmar
Gender: male
Age: 56
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Knight
Height: 5'6"
Hair Color: Balding grey
Eye Color: Steel grey
Skintone: Weathered tan

Description: He is not tall, perhaps close to half a head shorter than most of his contemporary knights. There is a stiffness in how he moves that betrays that youthful grace has left him and is usually replaced with pain and discomfort, but his build is thick and powerful and his big, knobby hands look like they can pack a painful wallop. His face is weathered, and scarred and painted in stern lines. He wears a full beard that is pepper grey and his eyes glint like steel.

Personality: To call Arn a curmudgeon would be kind. He is gruff, mean and painfully blunt. Basically, he does not have time for your shit. All of this might make a person miss how unswervingly loyal he is to the High Lord of the Valardin. He never fit the image of the handsome heroic knight, so he has ever been the unrelenting asshole that his liege needs him to be. He is surprisingly deft and using his seemingly complete lack of social grace to put people on the defense and make them react in what are often predictable ways. He's also perfectly willing take the black eye, and the social disgrace to do the things his Prince can not. It's a persona he's crafted so meticulously over four decades that he doesn't remember being the more mild mannered youth he once was.

Background: There are many stories about Duke Arn. It is said he is a usurper just like his father Laegan. That he is a duplicitous, conniving bastard only out for his ends. Many have said that that is he is but the enemy you keep closer than a friend. A few know the truth though. His Honor has ever been to pay that price his Prince cannot.

His father, Duke Laegan, was every folk story villain you ever heard about by the firelight. He was the kind of man to whom Honor was just a word, a means to an end. Vicious in battle and graceful in court they called him the Titan of Telmarch. His son turned out to be his short, ill tempered and socially curt. They called Arn the Troll of Telmarch to mock him, but it is a moniker he eventually wore with pride. Prince Radley, the father of Prince Edain saw something in him that others did not. When Arn learned his father had ambitions to conquer another Duchy to gain more power and a bigger army, he went to Radley. They both feared, rightly, that with that much power, Laegan might one day try and challenge the High Lord.

Though Radley could not personally intercede until Laegan made a direct move agains the crown he secretly supported Arn deposing his father, and taking his place as Duke. Not long after that Prince Radley succeeded his mother as the next High Lord of Valardin, and Duke Arn became one of his most trusted generals. Everyone told him he could not trust the usurper, that he would one day turn on him. But Radley knew the value of general and advisor that could do the nasty things he couldn't for the good of the crown and of his people. Arn became what he beheld, but while many say his honor is stained, the few that know him well, or simply who are able to piece together what really happened, realize he has forgotten more about honor than most will ever know.

Decades later, the choices he has made have left him bitter, and caustic, having been widowed, and disappointed in his children. A daughter insisted on marrying into the new Greenmarch family for reasons he still doesn't quite agree with, and his oldest son tries to always have his nose in a book. Now he has lost the only man that ever truly called him friend, and he intends to honor his oaths and keep that Valardin line strong, come hell or high water.

Relationship Summary


Acquaintance:
  • Hammar - Minotaur Man
  • Marcas - Rowdy Sailor

  • Friend:
  • Edain - Honorable Prince
  • Alis - Knight I wish she wasn't
  • Name Summary
    Alaric A grizzled and direct old warhorse. Compliments from Arn ought to be valued highly for their rarity. Although I do hope I look a little less weathered when -I- turn thirty-two.
    Alarissa Yes it was midnight. Yes it was the gauntlet. But he's still an old screaming tyrant and could have used a bit more tact.
    Arianna This guy is fucking awesome. I love him to death already. He makes my heart pump and that is fucking thrilling. Not to mention he takes no fucking shit whatsoever. Thank Gods, someone in this city who is actually going to hold all the frills and rainbows in check. Now, if only to survive long enough to talk about that hammer.
    Caelis A grizzled and grouchy old man. I wonder who would break first if I got him drinking against Eirene.
    Clover He's not as tall as Clover thought he would be, but he's still utterly menancing! But perhaps there's some joy hiding under all that grumpiness?
    Cristoph Arn is equal parts hilarious and terrifying. It's entertaining to watch him get up in arms about something but to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I ever want him noticing me besides the occasional angry remark before he stomps off to take down someone else.
    Dominique While it remains to be seen whether Arn actually possesses a soul rather than a shriveled up walnut where a soul typically resides, he is my liege-lord and his loyalty to House Valardin is unwavering. I have to remember that pleasantries and lipservice are useless to him -- one might think it would be a relief to dispense with such fripperies. It is not. It is exhausting.
    Gaston Still the same angry man I knew in my boyhood, it seems. No wonder I kicked him in the shins as a child. Still, his worth is in more than his personality, and I swore fealty to him. Words once broken do not mend, and I will not break mine just because he is an irritable old wolf.
    Lark A man of many opinions and most of them unkind.
    Monique I think he's sweet on me. Called me 'pretty'. Maybe he's just misunderstood.
    Ryhalt My great ally upon the sea. He's pretty funny when it's not directed at you. Note to self: Always be slightly off-center.