(deceased)
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Damon is a man in his early twenties. He is 5'11" and is a husky 198 pounds. He usually wears heavy black breeches; high, dark leather boots that are well worn by travel. The breeches are held by an old brown leather belt with a simple bronze buckle. A small, dark blue cloth bag hangs from the left side of his belt. On the right side is a large, simply designed silver dagger with a hilt made from blackthorn wood. He keeps a smaller version tucked into a sheath inside his left boot. Both daggers are peacebonded, of course. He wears a simple, loose-fitting, beige undertunic surmounted by a dark indigo tunic. Overall he wears a dark grey traveler's cloak. It is clasped by an ornate silver clasp in the fashion of a star within a triangle, breaking a circle. This is the closest thing to jewelry that he owns. He keeps the hood of his cloak down, even in the rain. He is in the habit of keeping the cloak draped over his right side at all times though. There is good reason for this. His right arm ends right above the point where his elbow would be. If one ever managed to examine his arm, it would seem to be an old wound. His eyes are hazel-green and usually seem to be filled with a deep bitterness. There is a small, thin scar above his left eyebrow. His hair is a dark russet color, long and unkempt, often falling across his face and usually covering his ears. His skin is a light bronze, as of one who has spent much time out-of-doors as he has. His features are nondescript, and most often seem devoid of expression or grim. He has never been known to laugh, although he does smile on some occasions. His hand has several scars across the back of it and is heavily callused. HistoryHe doesn't offer much about his past, but will briefly answer most questions put to him. If asked about his arm, all he ever says is: "I got lucky." He was the youngest of three sons. He has one younger sister. His father was a blacksmith, his mother was the daughter of a poor farmer. However, he left home at age 12 after fighting with his father. He came here four years ago from "other lands". He has never revealed exactly where he came from, stating only that it lies across the sea and no one would recognize the name. He does exhibit a faint trace of an accent. Since his arrival, he has journeyed as a courier and caravan escort throughout certain sections of the Realms. He has passed through Icewind Dale, and has been to Bryn Shander and Waterdeep. He much prefers Marsember to anyplace else in Cormyr or the rest of the Realms. He feels it is the most similar to his home. He is, however, cynical. It is not the same, and he feels ever unable to return to his homeland. He is quiet and often moody. If drunk enough, he will sometimes join in merry-making with others. He is non-aggressive, being very aware that getting killed is a sure way to ruin one's entire week. if no other options are feasible, he will fight with the cold cunning of a hungry timber wolf, or a well-trained warrior. |
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