Sir Doan would begin his battles as an adolescent combatant among this coastal county of mystical herbs. It was within this land where rivers meet and wolves camp that he would first fight along side Sir Iginla de Albert, a land named for its prairie Saint. The skills and talent of Doan fall in actuality somewhere behind this warrior Iginla and somewhere above Sir Smyth, also of Western birth, but currently crusading in a land separate from our country that ascends hundreds of fathoms. In these younger days side by side with Sir Iginla, he would discover the glory not only of a grail memorial, but the battles and conquests on behalf of Her Majesty's country and kingdom. He would show his undying loyalty to her early on, something that would somehow later be shamefully questioned.
As a mature member of Her Majesty's service, Sir Doan would migrate to a more central part of her kingdom. What would be a beginning for him in a county whose followers reside along the valley of a river that runs red, and harbours a battlefield that honours Her Majesty by displaying her immense visage among her followers, would be an end for his squadron. Its fighters were rumored to soar through the heavens like giant birds of steel, but they would be grounded, sent to a desert land named for an ascending fire bird where ice was only rumoured to reside. This battalion often lacks foundation and frequently finds themselves removed from the Grail crusade, seeking instead the rare eagle and albatross along green paths.
Sir Doan wishes to remain in battle despite this repeated occurrence, and never declines a chance to do so in her royal highness's name. He has been known to take on the role as leader when doing so, but it has not been without disputation. In a past tournament of skill and strength, the decision to beset this honour upon Doan was called in to question by her majesty's loyal opposition. They accused him of slander towards the New France within his kingdom. This was later revealed to be a move of pure politicking by one not clear on the nobleness of Sir Doan, revealed through his silence during the ordeal. He continued to heed his father's words and kept courage from the high Queen of Heaven. For this reason the knight had her portrait painted on the inside of his shield, so that when his glance fell on it, his heart never faltered. His regiment would go on to capture the sacred gold within Siberia's frozen land.
He will return to lead them again, as his howling canines of the badlands are once again forced to remain on the outside of the Grail quest. Despite their strategic lead falling on the greatest of warriors, King Wayne, it is unclear whether the army can survive. It is said that where every other brigade seeks profit to forward their crusade, Doan's company has chosen allocation. This is hindering the progress of the wild mongrels he represents, prompting some to suggest a return to the valley where the river runs red. This remains unclear but what does not is Sir Doan's nobility as well as his devotion to not only the competition's battlefield and its kingdom of origin, but also his lineage, his Queen, and his God.
*-Big thanks to Max for the Doan image!