Appearance & Personality:Name: Delarion de'Ardo
Age: 25 (upon arrival - 27 now.)
Height: 178cm (5'10")
Weight: 75kg (165 lbs.)
Hair: Raven dark
Eyes: Hazel (Green and golden brown)
Delarion doesn't stand particulary tall or big; But his muscles are well trained and, while obviously a warrior of some sort, he has a noble appearance, formed by symmetrical face, high cheekbones and flawless skin, giving him much of the traits of a succesful diplomat.
His gaze is often watchful and guarding of those in his immediate field of vision. It's quick to change from piercing and unforgiving in combat to that of a more compassionate, friendly one. His voice - as well as his appearance - strike him as a self-assured, confident person.
A clisché for a paladin, Delarion's greatest fear is, naturally, in breaking his oath: Particulary, as Helm is the most concerned with the well-being of children, Delarion has sworn to protect them for his life, as well as those mentioned in his oaths.
And so Helm's dogma reflects to his own personality as well. "He also serves who stands and waits and watches carefully" - Delarion feels to be foremost a guardian, and secondarily an antagonizer of evil.
From childhood to oath to arrival: Born in Suzail of Cormyr in 1343 DR to a lesser noble family, Delarion's path to knighthood was carved to stone at delivery. His childhood with his sister was spent in the noble houses - and in hard training - interrupted by occasional ride to the woods with the family's horses.
In 1365 DR came the oath, and knighting to the title of a Watchknight of Helm:
"...I shall perform my duties with loyal faith, never betray the trust of those I've sworn to defend; And I so shall never sacrifice the innocent, the weak, the injured nor the young for anyone else, including for my own life." And in a midsummer night of 1368 DR - when Azoun IV was still leading the Cormyrite army from victory to victory, waging battle in frontline with his men - a trip with Delarion's sister to the woods, on horseback, took a fatal turn, as the Mists crawled in. Seeing just a few meters ahead and otherwise nothing but pitch dark, a branch suddenly appeared, much too late, and pushed Delarion off his horse. He woke up in woods, not far from where one could see the nightly play around the Vistani bonfire.
At age of 25 the Watchknight of The Vigilant Eyes of the Deity arrived to Ravenloft, young, and never before seen true combat. But the years taught him a lot; Patience as well as skill with sword and words, and new found Divine strength.
EDIT: and probably I never manage to write down even 1/3 of the personality traits and history I've thought out for my chars. Oh well.