Calidan Goncourt

In the annals of Anscari's history, the name Calidan Goncourt stands as a testament to the capricious nature of fate, and the indomitable spirit of those who refuse to be broken by its whims. Born into the embrace of a minor noble family, Calidan's journey began amidst the hallowed halls of ancestral estates, where the shadows danced with the flickering light of hearth and candle.

From his earliest days, Calidan's destiny seemed intertwined with the radiant glow of Sul, the solar deity who watched over the kingdom of Anscari with benevolent vigilance. Under the tutelage of Sir Lohengrin, the revered Grandmaster of the Radiant Roses, Calidan blossomed into a formidable young knight, his skill with blade and lance matched only by the fervor of his faith.

But it was not merely his prowess in combat that set Calidan apart; it was the remarkable transformation that occurred when he took the sacred Oath of the Bright Lord. Once possessed of eyes as verdant as the forests of his homeland, Calidan's gaze was forever changed by the divine power of Sul, his irises now a shimmering hue of brilliant gold, a rare and awe-inspiring sight to behold.

In the embrace of his beloved wife and with the promise of fatherhood on the horizon, Calidan's heart was full to bursting with the joys of life and love. Yet, as fate would have it, the tendrils of darkness soon crept into his idyllic existence, as the insidious influence of the Serpent Cult and their necromantic allies laid waste to all he held dear.

Overnight, Calidan Goncourt was stripped of his name, his honor, and his very identity, cast adrift in a sea of despair as his world crumbled around him. In the wake of unspeakable loss, he found solace in the cold embrace of steel, abandoning the mantle of knighthood for the mercenary's path, his heart turned to ice by the bitter winds of betrayal.

And yet, amidst the ruins of his shattered dreams, one ember of hope remained: his unwavering faith in Sul. Though the world had turned its back on him, Calidan clung to the flickering light of his divine patron, finding solace in the knowledge that even in the darkest of nights, the sun would always rise anew.

So it was that Calidan Anscari, once a paragon of chivalry and valor, became a shadow of his former self, his once-bright eyes now mirrors of the distant sun that had forsaken him. And yet, as he passed his fiftieth year, he remained a steadfast beacon of faith amidst the encroaching darkness, his spirit unbroken, his resolve unwavering, for in the depths of his soul, he knew that even the coldest of hearts could still be warmed by the radiant glow of Sul.