---Player Information

Name/Alias: See Ashley Calhoun for information

---Character Information

Name: Stalwart of Cavall
Age: 17
Birthplace: Cavall
Position: Squire

History: Stalwart’s parents were thrown together to seal a deal—politic marriage, and the deal was how we say it, not exactly legitimate. It is said that marriages made with shady dealings as the reason are cursed and it’s true that Wart’s parents were anything but a loving couple. But they, however, tolerated each other one enough to bring a son into the world.

The name, right? There was a new shipment of books to castle just hours before Wart was to be born. So, as it was, Wart was quite nearly born in the library. Several hours later, Wart was born a healthy if a bit small and at the time nameless. Vivian couldn’t sleep and so ordered the books into the room so she could inspect them. Oddly enough, she turned a page and found a word quite obviously missing. The brave, s_____ lady knight. Vivian was puzzled and asked her husband what he thought the word was. She thought it was stalwart, he said it was strong. The whole thing deteriorated until Vivian snapped, “I’m so sure I’ll name our son, Stalwart!” And that was that.

As a kid, his name was shortened to Wart which was surprising appropriate as Wart was doomed to petite-ness. With a name like Stalwart, what else was he going to be besides a knight?

It was the summer right before he would be entering the palace for training. Wart’s father took him on a trip to see other areas of Tortall. He thought his son had been far too sheltered in Cavall.

As they were on the rode, they were attacked by bandits and Wart was flung into a near by river and by sheer force of will managed to stay alive and be carried down two miles of river. This was also coincidentally how Wart learned to swim.

Wart pulled himself out of the river and a group of players took him. Wart was severely shaken, but they took good care of him and he recovered quickly quite interested in the group of players. Wart’s father found him but allowed Wart to continue on with him. This was how Wart learned his acrobatics and how to play the lute.


Much like Alanna the Lioness he was suffering from being tiny. Really, really tiny. Of course, this drived him to excel. Not that he could excel in everything. In fact, he’s utterly useless with a lance, can’t wrestle, more like to shoot himself with a bow, and he can’t handle most long range weapons. But his true mastery, all right his only mastery was with a sword. Mostly due to his insane agility and flexibility. He also learned acrobatics.

As a squire, his knight master was part of the king’s own, but recently his master was grievously wounded and has had to since retired to the palace to recuperate.


Personality: Stalwart: marked by being brave, reliable and strong.

Well, he fulfills the first two and the second not for lack of praying and hoping. Wart without a doubt is brave or fantastically stupid whichever way to you might prefer to look at it. He’s reckless and often appears to run into things head long. It is true, however, that he does prefer the Indiana Jones type of adventure—have some idea what’s going on but other than that totally making it up as he goes along.

Wart is far more clever than academically inclined. He can read and takes some sort of pleasure in writing, but math is the bane of his existence. He can’t add a column of number and get the same answer twice, and knowing him neither answer is right. His cleverness he sees as a necessary attribute. “When you’re this small . . .you have to have something on your side?”

He is a lighthearted showman. He is quick to laugh and smile and tell an amusing bit of story or snap off a joke. Without laughter, life would truly be very boring. His motley assortment of talents makes him an automatic jester.

Wart is however slightly cynical and jaded and wise beyond his years. He has lost the starry eyed wonder of what knighthood would be like on his three and a half year trek being dragged around the country side, in the hot, in the cold, in the wet, in the dry, in the hot wearing wet clothes, in wind, in snow and anything else that nature could possibly throw at them. When asked about the Code, he very likely to respond with answer more befitting a hardened, battle scarred veteran.

He is incredibly stubborn with everything which doesn’t mean he’s unable to adapt, in fact, he’s rather liberal. Always ready for something fresh and interesting to stir things up. It just means that when he gets his mind set on something he is not easily dissuaded. It also means that he holds a grudges for a really, really long time if you’re lucky it’s only for a couple of weeks. If you’re not lucky, well, there are people that Wart still hasn’t forgiven.

Despite the grudge thing, Wart doesn’t have a temper. It’s nonexistent, trampled down. As a result he doesn’t assert himself properly


Physical Appearance: Wart is as previously stated is short standing at 5’7 and he doesn’t understand why. His father was tall and his mother was of average height, shouldn’t he at least be an average height, but as it is, he’s not. And if Wart would stop angsting about his height, he might realize that he’s all right looking. He’s not going to win a beauty pageant, but everything in the right place and his face a certain nobility about it.

His hair is blond and he keeps it longish hanging to his eyes. He is tanned year round, if not to the same degree and he is slim and wiry. He has very dark green eyes and is usually showing some stubble as he doesn’t like shaving too often as it irritates his skin.