Detlef was born into a Soldner family with a history of duelists and tacticians. His upbringing was one of constant training and combat practice. His father was from Freiburg, but his mother was from Posen. They were almost complete opposites with his father being the cool minded general and his mother a fiery swordswoman. He learned the ways of war and the sword from an early age. This did not go unnoticed by the military academies. One day, he was given the honor of a personal invitation to attend the exclusive military academy of Klippe.

Before he went off to the academy, he was given his father’s ancestral zweihander, Drachenblut. He was told the sword’s history and also his family’s curse. The sword was wielded a long time ago against a drachen that lived in the Schwartzwald. It had been raiding the town his family used to live in at least once a week to feed on its people. His ancestor, Elrich, decided to save his people by taking the fight to the drachen. With zweihander in tow, he fought the drachen and eventually slew it. Before the drachen took its last breath, it stabbed its own heart with its claws then raked them across the man’s chest. The drachen then told him that the monster would return one day by bursting forth from the body of one of his descendents that would succumb to the temptation of draconic power. It died and it’s blood permanently stained the sword black. The man later found out that he and his bloodline were cursed. He tried to end his own life to prevent the curse from being passed, but each time the will of the Drachen stopped him at the last moment.

When Detlef’s father handed him the blade, a dark voice cackled maniacally in his mind. Hello...we are going to become good friends for a long, long time...

Present day, he finished his time at the academy and has been selling his services as a mercenary for some time now. Now it’s just on to the next job.