Decius Siricus- Warden of Arrabar

The Basics

Name: Decius Ventus Siricus
Race: Human - Chondathan
Age: 37
Height: 5'9
Weight: Well-built, sturdy, heavier than most.
Hair: Dark brown, grown wild - but never too wild, with a beard to match
Eyes: Muddled brown
Skin: Olive, worn, and rough.
Identifying Features: A tattoo on his left breast, right over his heart, a simple X.



Allignment: Lawful Neutral

Deity: Red Knight, Waukeen, Chauntea, Helm
Former Occupation: Warrior first, scout second.
Former Residence:  Generon
Region of Origin: Arrabar, Chondath



Born poor in a Plutocracy, Decius did not have the most privileged life to start. He worked with his father, a honest and good man named Darius, and his two brothers on a farm outside of Chondalwood. His mother had caught a pox not long after he was born, and while she still lived, she was too weak to work anymore. They all loved her all the same, and took good care of her without complaint. They never seemed to be able to make enough to get ahead, as those on farms often don't, but they were rich in love.

Decius was none too pretty, but smart and strong as a whip, which attracted the attention of an older wild elf, world-weary and seeking only to better the lives of the young before Arvandor called him. At the age of 11 - near a man grown - he was approached by a deeply tanned, road-weary old elf while he tended pigs. The elf introduced himself as Unebril, and offered to teach him some things about the woods about, to perhaps help him escape the mediocrity of the life before him otherwise. The choice was simple, and Decius began taking lessons in elven blade, bow, and footwork. He took naturally to the teachings, though a bit rougher and perhaps more sluggish than the man who taught him. While his father did not immediately approve of the elf, the lot of them grew close as Decius grew stronger. By the time he was 16, his father was happy to allow him to devote all his time to learning instead of working. 


Unfortunately, by Decius' 17th winter, Unebril had passed on after leaving Darius and Decius his last remaining valuables. Decius was not exactly discouraged by this - he had learned enough, it was Unebril's and the elf had given his father enough that Decius could finally leave to strike out on his own without worrying over his family. So, when weather permitted, he made out for the city of Arrabar to ply his new trade as a mercenary. Things were rough to start - many thought the farmboy had no business fighting amongst them - but soon his skills with both frontlining and scouting earned him his place. The mercenary's life is full of wine and women for most - and for a young Decius, there was no exception. He bought his share of both - occasionally sending coin back home, just to be sure - but as he grew older he found joys greater than carnal pleasures. He tamed much quicker than most mercenaries, and found his passion more in wargames such a lanceboard.. As his passions became tamer and his head cooler, he found his opportunities growing, and soon he joined the other elite in the barracks of Generon, the ruling palace of Arabarr.

The Last Mission

By the time that Siranda fell to the undead, Decius had lived half a life in Arabarr. His life was mostly spent teaching younger, more hot-headed fighters discipline (often with an oaken stick), and occasionally going off to fight when the nobility commanded it. He'd never taken a wife, which disappointed his father 'til the day he died - though he died warm in his bed thanks to the coin his son had sent back, so as far as Decius was concerned, he had nothing to bitch about. He also helped maintain a shrine to the Red Knight, oft ignored by others in his country for the fortress that housed the clergy of Tempus. His cool head, strategic skill, and of course his grit, made him one of the first to be called upon when it was time for the rich to go prying into things they had no business dealing with. 



Without enough knowledge, time to plan, or soldiers to even make a dent in the forces of the dead, Decius was shipped to Siranda. He was to learn of what'd happened to their residents - as well as what profit could be made off of their possible passing. When their ship arrived, it was of course dashed against the rock formations surrounding Siranda proper, and the troop - numbering two contubernium (or sixteen grunts, two sergeants), could not even begin to handle the zombie horde that met them on the docks of Kalaram, and within two days all but Decius were killed or turned. Without any backup, understanding of where he was, or non-damaged equipment, he sprinted out of town and into the woods. Within a tenday, he'd gone from a life of relative luxury, to living like a rat among undead cats.