T H E P O E T
vOrigin: Suzail, Cormyr (Year of the Striking Hawk)
vLanguages: Common, Chondathan, Elven, Celestial
vAge: Mid-to-late twenties
vRace: Human Male
vAffiliation: Hunters of Vengeance
vWeight: 195 lbs.
vEyes: Blue, flecked with gold
A man of relaxed bearing stands six feet, two inches in height. Carelessly tousled blond hair crowns a noble brow, the setting for two patient eyes colored blue, their hue variant with the temperament of the sky. A broken golden halo scatters from either pupil, a sunburst behind an eclipse. His nose is straight save for the slightest bump where its cartilage begins, and it is centered between two high cheekbones that slope into an angular jaw and a proud chin. He smiles often, the shape pliant. He is fit, no waste clung to his figure, and the body beneath armor or clothes is sculpted in exceptional form and symmetry.
His armor is dour in color, black and steel spaced for mild contrast, but it is embellished exquisitely, notes of rose and gold subtly coloring floral sentiment and celestial symbology deliberately set on the case. The round shield oft slung to his back similarly blooms, but his arms are more severe in cast: he bears a spear, its handle wrapped in red dragonskin with a spade that coils flame; the stout stave of a powerful longbow; and a stern, straight sword, which hangs at his left hip. Far more precious, a thick, black tome, well bound, is tethered by a flinty chain at his right hip.
Away from warrior's effects, the man has a Sunite's sensibilities, favoring clothing crafted to embellish or display his beauty, though blacks and whites and a mark of red are ever dominant. Jewelry, too, as he fears not bracelet or bangle to draw the eye. Always, the black book is his silent companion, and a red ribbon, too, encircling his left wrist.
The son of a diminished noble house, Destin was tutored in matters of music, dance, language, and academics: those things a noble ought know well even if the family barely clings to the lowest of prestigious rungs. He is versed in a variety of disciplines, speaks four languages, plays multiple musical instruments, and dances well, all a result of paid tutelage.
A two-year contract in the Cormyrian Purple Dragons made him martially proficient, though he never distinguished himself, in part due to not manifesting the powerful strength of arm or predatory agility expected of a man of war. Initially driven toward knighthood, he abandoned the pursuit and chose not to renew his contract when the end of a relationship induced in him a bout of apathy. Events came to Three Thunders calling for his service as a paladin, and because of his martial training and finer education, he was well able to answer.
To persuade himself to stay his path, he denounced his role as heir to his family's comfort and names himself only Destin, though he does not shrink from his surname and offers it when asked.
Personality, Habits, and Behavior
He feels emotions keenly. Love and happiness are vibrant and enduring, and despair and loneliness are oppressive and consuming. He is prone to speaking in prose when inspired or when his interest is piqued, and he particularly enjoys the use of language and how additional meaning can be woven into carefully chosen words. He is always completely honest, and he's particularly fond of people who comprehend his peculiar way of speaking and who can similarly leave unspoken answers in their own speech. Mostly, he wants to understand and to be understood.
Quiet and sincere conversation is very much his greatest amusement, and he delights in asking small and simple things and perceiving modes of thought from the answers given. He avoids large gatherings, both uncomfortable with the clamor they bring and immediately bored of the "small talk" they often stoke. He favors water, whether fountains or falls, oceans or ponds.
Despite his love for companionship, he is fiercely independent, unwilling to join any band or cause he can't be certain would perfectly represent his own ideals.