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[b][h3][color=6ecff6]First Lieutenant Theuderic, son of Childeric[/color][/h3][/b][/center]

Theuderic, son of Childeric was born Panchalan, a condition fomenting much pride in his chest. To be Panchalan meant to be a member of an ancient society; one to be both feared and revered. Why the rebels sought to unseat the Panchalan was not a concept Theuderic contemplated. He knew the Centaurans were merely unhappy children seeking more scraps from their father’s table; the spoiled little whelps never satisfied with what they have. What they had, is what Theuderic knew. Everyone was a participant in their worlds. Everything burned in ashes, even the fools who wanted something they didn’t have. They are the destroyers of worlds, not the saviors. General Childebrand and himself were the saviors, but they weren’t enough. They needed help. An end to his fight should be near.

At 5’ 11” tall and 189 Lbs in weight, [i]Ted[/i] as his friends occasionally referred to him, he felt proud of his stature and walked with the confidence of a Panchalan officer. He carried his weight well performing whatever duties his commander expected of him.

Theuderic graduated from the academy six years ago. He lead a platoon in the 25th Royal Panchalan Regiment before being selected as Aide de Camp for the Brigadier. Now he knows everything that is going on with the Brigade and knows as much as the commander about the enemy to their front. He provides whatever assistance he can to his commander who is both his superior and his father. The Commander has shared so much with him, he almost feels as though he could lead the Brigade or any of the nine infantry battalions within the Brigade.[/hider]