Bercalion Nórui: The Royal Peacemaker (Bear-cal-ion Nor-u-i)

Functionary

There is so much stuff that we need. Stone, wood, food, bedding, so much. We need so much.
"Bercalion, are you alright?" I look over and see Beithir, pale and tired, dark bags under her eyes, walking over to me. She's in her nightware, clearly she was trying to sleep. I look back at my ledgers as she leans against the table looking at it as well. "Let me guess, it's going to take you a while to get us food."
"Not the food, thank the Eternals but the stone will take a while. The biggest concern is the bedding. We're so close to winter and it's going to get horribly cold really soon."
"We'll manage. We always have. Our peoples' are strong." I laugh.
"See, this is why you're commander. You keep our spirits up when things look bleak."

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Healthy and sorta athletic. Two left feet. Very clumsy.

Body Features

Thin but healthy. Soft, thin hands and fingers.

Facial Features

Thin face. Large, round glasses.

Identifying Characteristics

His hands are almost always stained with the different colored inks that he uses to keep track of supplies and soldiers. The ink usually ends up on his face as well.

Physical quirks

Taps his quill when thinking.

Apparel & Accessories

Neat clothes. His grey pants cut off exactly at the ankle, sitting over his shin-high, black boots fastened with bronze buttons. A gold, long sleeve shirt that cuts off just above the wrist, lightly decorated with bronze buttons down the front, at the collar and at the ends of his sleeves. He does have a knife, but he doesn't use it much.
He also has several simple gold and bronze rings on both hands; on the left ring finger, left forefinger, right thumb, right middle finger and right ring finger.

Specialized Equipment

A bow that he's quite proud of. He is a very good shot but very combat weak.
Quills, inks, and notebooks that he carries at all times. Several chalkboards and chalk back in his office.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Bercalion's life was a simple life. He was born to a common family of relatively modest means. His childhood was peaceful, and he enjoyed it in relative safety. As a small child, he was told never to go into the forest, which he didn't. When he was five he met Kenji, who was seven and the two quickly became good frineds. They spent almost every day together after school up until just after Bercalion's sixteenth brithday. Tragiety struck his life for the first time. 
He never knew the details, he just knew the results. One bright spring evening, he and Kenji said goodbye to each other and went home. The next morning, a knock came on their front door. Bercalion answered, finding a member of the city watch at his door. He asked to speak to his parents and they came to the door. 
Kenji had been found that morning, covered in blood. Someone had broken into his home and murdered his entire family. He was the only survivor. Bercalion stood by his friend's side as his parents, five siblings, aunt and two cousins were buried. His family wasn't wealthy, they couldn't afford another child. Kenji was put into an orphanage. They visisted as often as they could but it was obivous that Kenji was miserable. Bercalion's parents sat down, orginizing their finances so that they could adopt Kenji. They were even preparing to move into a smaller home so that they could give their son's best friend a good home.
Bercalion was thrilled at the idea that his friend was going to be his brother. Then Kenji ran away. People searched for him but Bercalion had to hold the knowledge that his best friend disappeared without a trace. Years past, Bercalion finished his schooling and was accepted into a good school in the captial to train as a functionary. 
While attending school in the captial, he happened to see a young man with brillant magenta wings making his way through the market. Shock went through him and he ran towards the man, grabbing him by the arm. Sure enough, it was Kenji. Bercalion could see the changes his friend had gone though in the fifteen years since he last saw him but he was here and alive. Kenji was thrilled to see his childhood frined and they spent hours catching up, leading up to Kenji bringing Bercalion back to where he was now living with his adopted family, the Palace.
Bercalion was shocked as Kenji led him to the private quarters of Royal family and began introducing him to his new family. He could tell that his friend was still haunted by the loss of his family. The Royal family was happy to meet one of Kenji's old friends.
Bercalion completed his training as a functionary and was hired by the Royal Twins to help them out with making sure that their small batallion was supplied and paid. His life became wild and a bit chaotic for his taste but he soon found out that he could manage the chaos and make things more orginized and he quickly came to love his job.
Five thousand years have passed. Chaos is only getting worse. He is preparing for the fact that he might not be able to manage this chaos the anxiety attacks to come.

Employment

He is employed as the Royal Functionary. This is a highly important job as he manages the royal vault, makes sure everyone who is employed by the royal household is paid, and while in the field choses campsites and manages supply lines. Even with his high-strung nature, the soldiers respect him because if he wasn't around, they wouldn't have food.

Intellectual Characteristics

OCD. His study is organized in such a way that he can find everything he needs. Great with numbers.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

To keep his friends and people safe and well supplied.

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Very good with numbers and orginizing.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes a plan, knowing where things are going and having a good idea as to what to expect next.
Doesn't like when people misplace things he's ordered, put stuff where they're not supposed to go and when Orithil decides to steal stuff.

Virtues & Personality perks

Loyal, brave despite his fear and intelligent

Social

Hobbies & Pets

Windswept Shadow- Bronaion (survive)

Age

5530

Date of Birth

27th of Nínui, 515,001

Gender

Male

Eyes

Honey/Amber, round, bright and open

Hair

Dark blonde, cut close on the sides, longer on top and very curly

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Fair

Height

6'4

Weight

140 lbs

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Oh fuck."
"No, no, no, that's not what I said."
"Alright now, let's settle down and talk like civilized people."
"See, I knew we could come to an agreement."
"For the love of the Gods, we're on the same side!"
"I'm the least qualified person on the planet to be made a paladin. I trip on flat surfaces, I walk into door-frames and I cut myself trying to handle any sharp object. Why was I made a paladin by my goddess? Hell if I know. But she answered my request, made me one of her paladins. Whatever my goddess saw in me, I want to see in myself one day. So, I'll keep fighting the fight, I'll obey her commands because I want to believe I am the person she knows I am. Not clumsy, not going to get himself killed walking down a flight of stairs. Brave, strong, capable of protecting my loved ones. I'm that, I know I am. I just wish I knew why."

Aligned Organization

Gîlmunîrel: The Kingdom of the Elrim

Character Prototype

Krad (The Dragonknight Cronicles), Stork (Storm Hawks), Tech (The Bad Batch)