Hollicar Demnon
Player Character Bio
Player: David K. (since 1979); Campaign: Darwin's Realm (most recently)
Bio written by David K.

"Pity and mercy are for those who have the luxury of hiding behind men like me."

Hollicar is a fighter. This is not to say that he is a soldier, mercenary, or guard. Granted, he has been all of those things at various times but those are just occupational titles. He is not a farmer who's liege made him into a soldier by replacing his scythe with a sword during times of war. That farmer could turn back to his real life again after the war is over and forget his time as a soldier. Hollicar could not put down his sword in favor of a plowshare anymore than a sword could be used as a garden rake. He has no noble cause to fight for, no code of honor to uphold, and no liege to follow into glorious battle. He fights because the violence gives him a purpose in life.

It would be nice to be able to dig deeper into his psyche and uncover a troubled scholar or a frustrated rebel. Instead, what we would find is the half-breed product of a human - elven marriage. His father was a noble elven soldier who's long life came to an abrupt end in battle when Hollicar was just a toddler. His mother did her best to raise her only child but she had withdrawn emotionally with the passing of her husband. Whether she had built an emotional wall around herself in self-defense or whether her heart had broken beyond repair was a mystery to Hollicar. All he knew was that for all intents and purposes he was alone in a world that did not understand him and could not truly accept him.

For a time he and his mother lived with his father's people, the high elves, but they were never really accepted after his father died. He and his mother were asked to leave after the frustration of trying to fit in when it seemed he could do nothing right boiled over into violence and some elven children got hurt.

The following years were no better for Hollicar since he was now a half-elven boy trying to shoehorn himself into human culture. His elven mannerisms and looks were alien to the human villagers and they treated him much the worse for it. This time, however, Hollicar did not try to fit in. He did not push himself to be good enough. This time he did not suppress his violent temper, he used it to full advantage to make everyone leave him alone.

As we jump ahead about forty years in Hollicar's story we find a man who has taken up the sword to earn his way through life and to prove his worth. Working with numerous mercenary units and adventuring parties has made him a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to battle. He has been on both sides of castle sieges. A decade as a caravan guard has taught him a lot about reading people's intentions and spotting potential dangers. He is equally comfortable fighting from either horseback or on foot, with bow or with sword. Whether he is alone, fighting alongside a small group of adventurers, or within the ranks of an army is of no importance to him. All that matters is that combat gives his life a purpose and will most likely bring his life to an end long before old age sends his half-elven soul to whatever Hell he deserves.

Hollicar wears his blonde hair long and unkempt. A long, full beard and mustache hide the elven heritage that has cursed his life. He believes that any tactics that keep you alive are fair in combat and can not even pronounce "subdual damage". His free time is most often filled with whiskey and tavern wenches.

Hollicar's temperament could best be described as being akin to an ill-trained war dog. He has a natural talent for battle and a strong tendency towards violence but little self control. The general consensus of his fellow adventurers is that while the mercurial half-elf is an ass, his battle prowess and viscousness are assets when events turn toward combat.