Sir Olberic Kallamarn stands as a living example of what a bard might sing of late at night in a tavern. A knight in shining armor if there ever was one. But that was ten years ago. Twenty years of fighting for the crown has tarnished his handsome features with the scars of battle and age. Where once stood smooth skin and bare jaw, now sun-baked flesh and rugged beard stand in its place. Where once flowing chestnut locks flowed easily in the breeze, grey-flecked hair slowly recedes from his still fierce eyes.

The weight of years and the souvenirs of war may have detracted from his features, but the frame that carries it remains much as it always has. Tall and straight backed, with broad shoulders that have made more than a few maidens swoon still, are his most obvious features. The hard muscles of his body, and the old callouses covering his hands show that Olberic did not inherit his titles, but earned them honestly. Indeed, the one thing that the powerful knight has not lost over the years is his muscle mass, and the easy grace of a hunting cat.

The attire of the pride of Kallamarn, it is jestingly said, is as constant and predictable as the tide. No matter if he is at court, on the battlefield, or at leisure in his estate, Olberic clads himself in the colors of his House. The Kallamarn family's colors are blue and gold, the reason for such is tied into their heraldry, which itself is storied and prestigious. And while Olberic takes the jokes in good humor, he still maintains the habit. However, if given the choice, Olberic prefers to go about in his full plate armor. He is a warrior at heart, and feels more comfortable with his second skin, than without it. It is not so much a matter of paranoia, as one of familiarity.

Olberic is the consummate knight. Brave, honorable, chivalrous, and disciplined. It is perhaps the last trait that has defined the last decade of his life. When he was a fiery youth, eager to rescue every damsel and slay every monster, life seemed an endless festival. But as time wore on, and the weight of responsibility and experience began to chip away his jovial worldview, a man of iron-clad duty was forged in its place.

When Olberic became entrusted with leading men into battle, did this trait fully appear. When it was his own life on the line, he was a fearless child full of bravado. But when lives were under his protection and leadership, suddenly the sheer responsibility dampened such spirits. Which is not to say that in the heat of battle his old war cries and wild grins do not pass his lips. But in his mind, there is duty before pleasure.

The knight can define his deepest held ideals in his faith, and his Companions in the Order of Light. Siamorphe and her words have been the bedrock from which Olberic learned what it meant to be a ruler of men. And from her what honor truly meant. But it is from his friends that matters of philosophy became flesh. No longer in the realm of academics and mystics, his companions were people worth following, and they commanded his loyalty utterly. He has often by their side, and saw the true toll of ruling a kingdom. For that they have his eternal admiration. Duty and matters of state come first, after all.

That sense of loyalty extends beyond his friends themselves. For their children, he would happily lay down his life. And even though they are not his child, long years of service has instilled in the man an almost fatherly affection for the children of Hartvale. He hopes to impart some important lessons too them before they grow to full adults themselves. For the people have not just his sword arm, but his heart, hopes, and dreams.

Born into the small but prestigious Kallamarn family, Olberic was born with the best of advantages in life. Where in some people that might have lead them on a path that lead to greed, hedonism, and corruption, in Olberic's case it seems to have produced a man who truly appreciates what he has, and is willing to fight for it. Born the eldest of four children, Olberic is next in line to inherit the wealth and name of his House. And so Olberic was pushed harder than his other siblings, for his father knew the kind of trials the wide world could place on a family, even a noble House like theirs.

Long had House Kallamarn served the Obarskyr crown, and for the young Olberic, nothing less was expected. While his siblings were allowed to pursue the fields that interested them, Olberic lacked that luxury. His brother Asten was called to a life of faith, and joined the church of Lathander. His sister Celesse was called to the game of politics, and thus became a courtier. And his youngest sister Liyana felt a call to service, and joined the royal army as a logistician. Olberic had to become learned in all these subjects, and more. He was given training in protocol and etiquette, expanded his spirit by learning of the gods and their teachings, and his body was made strong by learning the arts of combat. It was almost a relief when he reached the age of manhood, and could escape his teachers.

For a time, Olberic escaped the pressures of his family by wandering the land as a Knight Errant. Of all his lessons, he had taken to the knightly arts the best, and saw these adventures as a fulfillment of them. For years he wandered the land, fighting monsters, punishing bandits, and rescuing fair maidens. For a time, it was all he could have wanted in life. But Olberic became a victim of his own success. When he was still a young man, his heroic activities brought him to the attention of the Company of Light. For someone of such power and principles would be an asset to any, but especially those looking to make the world a better place. They had many grand tales and triumphs heaped upon their name as time went on, but it all came to a crescendo when they tracked the Walking Man across the desert and into the Nethernisian palace that floated as though on a cloud above the Great Dale. The battle was legendary in it's scope, and left all of them with scars. As many on the soul if not the flesh.

But that was all ten years ago. Nowadays, Sir Olberic Kallamarn does not wander in seek of danger. Danger usually comes to him and his people. As a Lord of Hartvale, his duties are more domestic, though the world being as dangerous as it is, he often has to take up his sword in defense of the people. He has even settled down with a family, something that he never have had a choice in, without his father's machinations. For Olberic thought that duty would always clash with wants of the heart, but in this case, the gods have seen fit to grant him a loving wife, and a wonderful daughter.