VanDamys

[VanDamys]

Name: VanDamys

Nickname/Alias: Van, V
Age: Around 25, lost count after all the years of running away
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 165 Lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green as grass
Skin: Realtively white
Identifying Marks: Always has a bitter look
Appearance: Wears a helmet that was custom made for him and always wears it,
however if he doesn't it is for a special opportunity.

VanDamys good points
- Loyal
- He might not be the best swordsman, he knows his way with the sword.
- Not so bad with a bow
- Good advisour
- Very strategic
- Doesn't care about money only honor
- Can bond very good with dogs

VanDamys bad points
- Paranoid
- Sometimes rude
- Afraid of spiders
- Hears a buzzing sound when mad

Background: Those damn orcs, they destroyed everthing that was dear to me.
My father,my mother even my dog. And there was nothing i could do. My father told me on his dying breath that i had to run as far as i could. And that's what I did. I ran untill my lungs couldn't hold air. I ran until my legs couldn't hold me. I ran like death was chasing me. I was only 16 years so I been running away for almost 10 years. In those years fear controlled my life. Everytime I slowed down they caught up to me. I needed to kill many orcs maybe thousands. But everytime there where more. I hope to find sometimes a place of rest and happiness. Once i find this place i want to do anything to protect it.

 

[VanDamys]

Part 1:
I stopped at a little town called Ashtenore. Filthy human were scaveging the street drunk. I walked up to the inn where i asked the innkeeper for a room. 'We don't let Fallandrians sleep here' the innkeeper answered. 'Why?' I replied. 'Orcs' he answerd. When the innkeeper answered that, I turned around and tried to walk away when I saw a group of men gathering around me. Instinctly I grabbed my sword. They had already got there swords in there hands. One of them lunged at me but I easely dodged. I stabbed him in the back just before I hit one in the stomach. The other ones stopped attacking and before I knew someone stepped forward. I was a small orc. "Hahaha I see you can take on your own kind but can you take on a real orc" the orc yelled. "Bring it on you orcish scum" I yelled back. Armed with a small dagger he charged for me. I dodged and swung back at him. He blocked and we both got swung backwards. He stood up and said " You are as weak as your parents and I'm going to crush you like a little rat". Everything went black. As I regained conciusness I saw him laying on the ground with my sword sticking out of his back. I pulled my sword out just to see the other guys all starting to attack me. I fought back with everything I got. Blocking and dodging away I saw the opportunity to parry. I smashed the thugs sword on the ground and i ripped open his chest. With there deffenses breach it was easy to take the rest out. As I was standing there with all the bodies around me I saw a note sitting in the dead orcs pocket. I took the note and read it. "Glo-ra-ghill, you will stay in Ashtenore to wait for the Fallandrian to come. He will seek his old friend Garandolf. Don't let the human escape." I put the note away together with my sword. I need to find Garandolf faster then ever before. Together with him I can get to Flaerwell.