First Name: Daemon
Last Name: Arowaven
Race: Tiefling
Age: 28
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 193 lbs.
Eyes: Faded Blue. If you don’t look long enough, you’d swear they were gray.
Hair: Blonde, slicked back, reaches the collar of his jacket.
Facial Hair: He is usually found with a half inch beard.
Scars: He has quite a few old, faded scars on his arms that are visible.
Horns: Filed daily, concealed by his hair, ebony in color.
Teeth: Healthy, his canine teeth are closer to fangs than normal.
Noteable Items:
-A finely crafted, gold ring sits upon the ring finger of his left hand.
-An amulet falls freely from his neck, it emits a light glow and has the symbol of the Red Knight emblazoned upon it.
Description: There is a certain harshness, and lack of equivalence to Daemon’s features that makr him as being a descendant of impure blood. As though the tail itself was not a giveaway. Towering over most men, he peers at them with light blue irises that hold an intelligence far superior to that of the average man. His body carries many visible scars, but only those on his arms. Daemon is well built, his body seems toughened from whatever previous work has brought him to this point. Broad shouldered with thick arms, ending in calloused hands. Although, despite his size he moves with a surprising grace. It is obvious that this man has seen much in his life. His eyes attesting to as much, the intense gaze that seems to be ever present only falls when he looks upon his wife. For this fact, he seems very unapproachable, his gaze somehow seeming hostile. He carries a bag on his back at all times, which carries quite a few trinkets. However for the bulk of it, it seems to hold conventional things; rope, potions, bandages, flint and steel, and a few lock picks. Behind the bag, two identical shortswords remain sheathed. They rest diagonally across his back, the tip of the sheath jutting out from beneath the bag. The decorated hilt atop the bag would be wrapped in a red cloth.
General Health: Athletic, toned, muscular, seems to refuse aid from most and just continues on with his injuries.
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession: Adventurer
Habits/Hobbies: Daemon likes to write, though not many know this about him. He rarely shares his work with anyone.
Spoken Languages: Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elven, Chondathan, Netherese
Weapon of Choice: Twin Short Swords
Description: Daemon seems to be a very outgoing individual, but anyone who’d pay close enough attention would notice him always joking. In this regard he would seem very withdrawn, never really showing who he truly is to others. Usually found with a small group, he prefers to interact at most times. Though he can be found sitting quietly watching others. Patience marks him, but he does well to hide this from everyone else. Quickly hurrying the conversation along just to see what they think, or how they view the world. Due to his race, he fears putting himself too far out into the world, instead finding himself by campfires on the side of the road.
He hides a carrying, and supportive personality beneath his tough, and joking exterior. Once his trust is gained, he is fiercely loyal, and surprisingly dependable. He seems easily flustered by the woman that travels with him.
If spoken to with no animosity in your heart, you would be quick to find that Daemon is a kind soul, however rough around the edges. His demeanor changing quickly as he deals with the smallest of tasks. Stern and direct, to lighthearted and joking.
He would not care for any formalities directed to him, sir or the like. Quickly making the attempt to just be treated as one would treat any of their friends. However he is hypocritical in this sense, as he holds himself to a higher standard. Never letting the smallest of injustices go without apologizing, most times in a very sincere manner.
Background: Born of Athkatla, and orphaned at birth. Daemon was adopted by a farmer, who passed away when the young man was seven years of age. For many years Daemon would try to keep the farm running, but due to his Tiefling heritage none would do business with the young boy. At the age of thirteen he took to the streets of Athkatla, learning the trade of a rogue. After many years in Athkatla he was pushed out by the angry mob that hated his kind. He traveled to Waterdeep soon after, where he attempted his trade with a different approach. He would use his skill set for people that wished to do better in this world. After a few years in Waterdeep, he would meet his current wife. Following her in her voyage to Baldur’s Gate.
Goals: Currently he only seeks to help others.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Last Name: Arowaven
Race: Tiefling
Age: 28
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 193 lbs.
Eyes: Faded Blue. If you don’t look long enough, you’d swear they were gray.
Hair: Blonde, slicked back, reaches the collar of his jacket.
Facial Hair: He is usually found with a half inch beard.
Scars: He has quite a few old, faded scars on his arms that are visible.
Horns: Filed daily, concealed by his hair, ebony in color.
Teeth: Healthy, his canine teeth are closer to fangs than normal.
Noteable Items:
-A finely crafted, gold ring sits upon the ring finger of his left hand.
-An amulet falls freely from his neck, it emits a light glow and has the symbol of the Red Knight emblazoned upon it.
Description: There is a certain harshness, and lack of equivalence to Daemon’s features that makr him as being a descendant of impure blood. As though the tail itself was not a giveaway. Towering over most men, he peers at them with light blue irises that hold an intelligence far superior to that of the average man. His body carries many visible scars, but only those on his arms. Daemon is well built, his body seems toughened from whatever previous work has brought him to this point. Broad shouldered with thick arms, ending in calloused hands. Although, despite his size he moves with a surprising grace. It is obvious that this man has seen much in his life. His eyes attesting to as much, the intense gaze that seems to be ever present only falls when he looks upon his wife. For this fact, he seems very unapproachable, his gaze somehow seeming hostile. He carries a bag on his back at all times, which carries quite a few trinkets. However for the bulk of it, it seems to hold conventional things; rope, potions, bandages, flint and steel, and a few lock picks. Behind the bag, two identical shortswords remain sheathed. They rest diagonally across his back, the tip of the sheath jutting out from beneath the bag. The decorated hilt atop the bag would be wrapped in a red cloth.
General Health: Athletic, toned, muscular, seems to refuse aid from most and just continues on with his injuries.
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession: Adventurer
Habits/Hobbies: Daemon likes to write, though not many know this about him. He rarely shares his work with anyone.
Spoken Languages: Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elven, Chondathan, Netherese
Weapon of Choice: Twin Short Swords
Description: Daemon seems to be a very outgoing individual, but anyone who’d pay close enough attention would notice him always joking. In this regard he would seem very withdrawn, never really showing who he truly is to others. Usually found with a small group, he prefers to interact at most times. Though he can be found sitting quietly watching others. Patience marks him, but he does well to hide this from everyone else. Quickly hurrying the conversation along just to see what they think, or how they view the world. Due to his race, he fears putting himself too far out into the world, instead finding himself by campfires on the side of the road.
He hides a carrying, and supportive personality beneath his tough, and joking exterior. Once his trust is gained, he is fiercely loyal, and surprisingly dependable. He seems easily flustered by the woman that travels with him.
If spoken to with no animosity in your heart, you would be quick to find that Daemon is a kind soul, however rough around the edges. His demeanor changing quickly as he deals with the smallest of tasks. Stern and direct, to lighthearted and joking.
He would not care for any formalities directed to him, sir or the like. Quickly making the attempt to just be treated as one would treat any of their friends. However he is hypocritical in this sense, as he holds himself to a higher standard. Never letting the smallest of injustices go without apologizing, most times in a very sincere manner.
Background: Born of Athkatla, and orphaned at birth. Daemon was adopted by a farmer, who passed away when the young man was seven years of age. For many years Daemon would try to keep the farm running, but due to his Tiefling heritage none would do business with the young boy. At the age of thirteen he took to the streets of Athkatla, learning the trade of a rogue. After many years in Athkatla he was pushed out by the angry mob that hated his kind. He traveled to Waterdeep soon after, where he attempted his trade with a different approach. He would use his skill set for people that wished to do better in this world. After a few years in Waterdeep, he would meet his current wife. Following her in her voyage to Baldur’s Gate.
Goals: Currently he only seeks to help others.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
