Appearance:

At first glance, Valdor looks like a huge human. He has as muscular a frame as alomst anyone of any race. His shoulders are extremely broad, and his back is incredibly wide, while tapering down to a narrow waist. It's apparent he is not given to gluttony and must have exercised or fought his entire life.

His physique is accentuated perfectly by his armor. He is rarely seen out of his armor. He wears a Mithral breastplate, specially made by a Dwarven master smith to fit him snuggly, in spite of his size. On the left shoulder is the letter 'V' in gold, which stands out against the silver color of his armor. He also carries (most of the time) a large shield, also made from Mithral. It has a perfect replica of a Gold Dragon on it, which is also formed in gold. He wears leather breeches and a couple of rings adorn his fingers. He has an earring dangling from his left ear that is shaped like a miniature gold dragon. Anyone who knows him knows that it is not just an ornament, but a means of communication with his party.

When equipped for battle or an adventure, he looks like a walking arsenal. He carries long swords on both hips, a baldric of jewelled daggers across his chest, and another of less impressive ones across his back. However, it's the sword that stands above his left shoulder, in a prominent position, ready for drawing that catches the eye the most. Its hilt is made of gold and the crosspiece has jewels of every kind on it. Upon close viewing, an image of a red dragon can be seen amongst all the jewels, and, when drawn, the blade has a faint red sheen to it.

When up close, a person also will notice his deep blue eyes. They seem to change shades, depending upon what kind of mood he's in. But whatever shade, they are intense. and always watchful. Rarely does he blink.

Personality:

In a word, his demeanour can be described as intense. He has two sides to him. Alter egos, if you will. When happy, he is still intense, but goes out of his way to have fun. He plays hard when in this state. He makes friends easily in times of peace. However, in times of battle, he is not one to be on the wrong side. He hates to fight, but when forced to do so, will fight to win and kill. It is not a good thing to be on the other side when that terrible blade is drawn.

He is passionate to a fault. He always believes he can win, not in arrogant fashion, but born of thousands of fights, and just pure stubbornness. He accepts no other option. More than once, it's led the Gold Dragons into battles that they are 'lucky' to emerge from alive. He also feels this way because of the companions he's surrounded by. With warriors like Mordrid and Guido, mages like Joe and Rossko, clerics and druids of extremely high rank, and now, his new found friends, Nick, Shirri, Dae'lin, and Mordo, how can they not always succeed. It wasn't always so, and he knows that.

He loves to compete. He loves feats of skill or might, but most of all, ale drinking, especially against Gareth and Clangden.It never occurs to him that others don't have the same drive he does.

He doesn't like attention from his status, and even gets embarrassed when thrust into the limelight, unless the attention is from a beautiful woman. He gives money and food to the poor and even helped build homes for the people of shanty town.

History:

Little is known about his heritage. His knowledge of his parents is sketchy at best. Just before the final battle against Marteaus, he saw their ghosts at the entry gate and some of his questions were answered. His mother was indeed an elven woman, and his father a huge human. He was powerfully built, but had an added girth to the middle that Valdor doesn't.

He saw a swordsman that travelled around doing displays one time as a boy and decided he wanted people to watch him when grew older. He vowed to be the best swordsman in all the land. Such are the dreams of young boys, and he searched for a sword he could buy. He found a rusty, broken blade for his first weapon and began practicing. While his friends were playing, he would practice. When they went to bed at night, he would practice. He ran constantly, found odd jobs to pay for his food, mostly building and such. He finally was able to purchase an iron sword that was almost new and began to advance in ability.

He joined on as a caravan guard for a merchant and began to seek his fortunes as such. After a few battles with thieves, he finally signed on with an expedition to a place that would change his life forever. He travelled beneath the surface world to a place of peril he'd never imagined. Their were creatures of all kinds, but the most feared of all: drow elves. His caravan was attacked and almost everyone died that day. He escaped and fled, finally meeting up with another group and meeting a surly dwarf named Clangden. They travelled together for some time, until a day when Clangden decided to go a different direction and protect the surface world and hold a post at the entrance to that foul place. Valdor went back at a noble’s request with some others he had met along his journeys. He and his friends saved a princess of the drow and he made a name for himself then, killing over fifty drow single handed in a pitched battle that lasted for what seemed like days.

A short few months later he met a man who would once again change his life. He met Mordrid, who was a bounty hunter by trade. Somehow, the two opposites formed a friendship. They met more people like themselves and began to adventure. Carefree about the Wold around them, they set off on adventures to everywhere known to mankind and more. Somewhere along the way, they became blood brothers and formed a group of adventurers known throughout the land as The Gold Dragons. With a few additions here and there, the group rapidly advanced to become the most powerful group known in all of New Elenna. They killed many dragons, thousands of drow, undead, and all other manner of evil beings. During his travels with them, he became known as the Dragonslayer, because of his vicious desire, and ability, to kill dragons. At least fourteen have fallen at his and his group's hands so far.

During the war with Marteaus, the Gold Dragons were invited to the Dragon Consortium. Only once before had such a thing happened: when Alemi himself stood in their midst. They were honored beyond mortal understanding when they were inducted into the Consortium as dragons themselves. Valdor then denounced his title as Dragonslayer and was given the title Dragonstone by the council. He was gifted with a necklace that can call all the dragons together from anywhere on the Wold and do many other things. He wasn't seen after the war for some months and only recently decided to go back out into public, missing his friends that he had shared so much with.

Regardless of his title or stature, he is still a man. He waits for the time someone needs his help, offering it freely to those who really have need. He constantly replays the fianl battle, when Marteaus takes his great word and throws it at the imp and he dives to take the blade in his own belly instead: seeing the look on his brother's face as he died. Knowing that he would gladly give his life for any who could be called his friend.