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Lord of Altera
Bad people are capable of good things...
Name: Davan
Title: Beggar
Age: 42
Height: 6'2
Weight: 65kg
Hair colour: Black/grey
Eye Colour: Blue
Skin: White
Facial Hair: Long black beard.
Clothing: Long dark grey coat, dark brother leather underneath to keep him warm.
Alignment: Chaotic/Neutral Good
Martial Status: Widower.
Family Heritage: A line of traders.
Identifying Marks: A scar along the palm of his right hand.
Religious Beliefs: None at all.
Languages Spoken: Common.
Personality: A man who has trouble opening up, he is rather closed down after his family died and is quickly angered if he disagrees with anything.
Strengths: At the moment he doesn't hold any, I suppose clinging to life, hope, he was a good trader.
Weaknesses: Easily provoked, alcoholic, never swung a sword, can't read.
Fears:...
Profession: Homeless.
Hometown: Traders Rock.
Current Home: The road.
What he takes around: Davan cloaks a large sack which holds everything he could carry after taking to the street. He also carries around a flask of Dark Ale, though recently he has trouble finding a source now he has lost his job. The last thing he holds his a small butchers knife.
Theme song:
BackstoryDavan was once a man settled, a wife and a daughter he cared for. He would live for them, only for them. His family line of trade helped him continue his purpose of staying in his homely village for his family. His daughter was unique to Davan. She was not your typical girl who wanted to be a princess which were the tales she was told growing up and told at night. She wanted to play with a sword, save people from the bad knight...
Davan would always smile seeing her outside with a wooden sword chasing rats away. Only his family made him happy.
Though one day... While Davan was pushed the door open to his empty home, coming from the city after trading. His daughter and wife were out on a trip seeing the home of her great grandfather. Davan wasn't happy, he frowned, took to his chair and watched the fire burn.
Then the ground shook...
The clouds became closer...
Towns fell and rose...
The clouds were their homes, and the ground the grave and home of his great grandfather.
Relations
Loved: His wife and daughter.
Befriended: Thomas, Solina.
Liked: Lyra, Skylar.
Wary of: Aeon.
Disliked: -
Hated: -
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