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Caras Wyrmguard was born in the fortress city of House Wyrmguard, Blancbier. On the northern marches of the Oathlands, Blanbier is an important bastion protecting Sanctum from the heathen shavs of the north. As a young man, Caras showed great proficiency in martial training. This is not unusual for the sons and daughters of the Oathlands but Caras took to his training with great passion and vigor. Not simply a soldier or knight, but a student of the blade, his first campaign came at a relatively young age. While he played little part as a mere boy, he knew at the time that his life would be a constant battle - and he loved it. A careless and dismissive young man, he was selfish and self-centered. Haughty and superior. Few friends, little love of or for the people of the Wyrmguard lands or his family's retainers, he sought only glory for himself. A life of battle and death and harship. This was not the life he was destined to lead, however. A small unit commanded by the young lord was ambushed on patrol, nearer the road than they had expected. Not wanting to die for their selfish lord, the other men retreated and left Caras to his own fate. Though he fought well and bravely, he was cut down and left for dead on the road, alone in the cold. It was hours before anyone came along and he thought it a specter. A vision of a goddess offering succor and kindness, healing and protection. It was no entity but a Priestess of Gild. She gave him shelter and nursed him back to health. When he returned to Blancbier he found the men who had abandoned him had concocted a story that was not true. Caras forgave them, said nothing, and renounced his title and fealty to join the order of Gild. Caras traveled to Arx for his training, learning about the plight of those in need, the lives of the common folk, the way one can change a life through kindness, compassion, and charity. Once becoming godsworn, Caras began to travel. Walking the roads of the Compact with nothing but his generosity and charity, he brought the message of Gild far and wide through all the lands of the kingdom. His return to Arx several years ago came after deep contemplation and prayer. It would be a sacrifice considering his love of the road and the far-flung people that need the blessing of Gild, but it is a sacrifice he is willing to make and one that has paid dividends as he becomes the Archlector of Gild and increases his opportunities to praise the goddess.

A large man, darkly handsome and with a confident and regal bearing. Well over six feet tall, he is a physically imposing figure. Most notable after his build and presence are a pair of scars on the left side of his face. One begins at his brow and mars the tanned skin of his forehead, proceeds over his eye and is lost in the scruff of his five o'clock shadow. The other bisects the left half of his mouth and curves down over his strong chin. His hair is dark and straight, flowing down just past his ears. Eyes are gray and often kind. When neutral, his face seems almost haughty but when lit up with a smile or during conversation, it is easy to see that he is a man of compassion and fellowship.

Kind and compassionate as one would expect a godsworn of Gild to be, Caras turned to a life of charity and fellowship at a young age. Open-hearted, generous, giving, and passionate, he dedicates himself to the common people of the Compact and Arx in particular. Long years of travel have given him a broad perspective of each of the lands of the kingdom and he is an empathetic man intent on putting the lessons of faith, charity, and prosperity to use every day.