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Of a middling height at five foot ten, Derovai is confidently comfortable in every inch of himself. Dark, disheveled hair, a shadow of stubble across his strong jaw, and striking blue eyes lend to the Oathlander a mien of a mysterious nature.
Raised on the streets of Arx, Derovai discovered at an early age that knowledge can be just as valuable as any coin, and just as powerful as any noble. Never quite suited to wielding a sword, he learned instead to parry with words, to strike to the truth of things, with or without the mercy of polite civility. Between charismatic charm and biting wit, it can be difficult to find acquaintances who claim a middle ground of neutrality with the man; most tend to find him delightful or barely tolerable. Derovai is more concerned with information than being liked, however, so he usually cares more about endearing himself to those who are useful.
One of many to settle in Arx under the ward of Valardin, the Voss family has had little claim to fame. At least not in any particularly public capacity. Derovai's father was granted knighthood after serving his time as a squire, and has been supporting his family quietly as such ever since.
While warrior knights and famous champions hold a certain appeal, Derovai gravitated readily toward more scholarly pursuits. Most of his time was spent in Arx, but he traveled often in search of this or that, earning something of a reputation for himself. Shortly after the Tragedy at Sanctum, Derovai went there to discover what he could from the city and its surrounding vassals. Now he's returning to Arx to report to his Highlord and make himself as valuable as he possibly can during this tumultuous time.