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Destin

Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:24 pm
by RedLancer
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T H E P O E T
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vFull Name: Destin Owlspur
vOrigin: Suzail, Cormyr (Year of the Striking Hawk)
vRace: Aasimar
vSex: Male
vAlignment: Lawful Good
vPatron Deity: Hoar
vProfession: Errant Paladin of Hoar
vClass: Paladin
vPrimary Language: Chondathan
vSecondary Languages:
  • Common (Fluency 10)
  • Celestial (Fluency 10, a birthright and frequently employed in prayer)
  • Elven (Fluency 7, instructed by a tutor in his youth)
  • Sylvan (Fluency 5: Frequent disappearances of his fey-blooded partner, Oona Siofra, and encounters with fey kind by his friend and ally Wulfrik led him to pursue understanding of the Sylvan tongue and script)


vAffiliation: Hunters of Vengeance | The Sundered

vHeight: 6'2"
vWeight: 195 lbs.
vHair: Blond
vEyes: Blue, flecked with lambent gold

Appearance
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 seldom, though the shape is pliant. He is fit, no waste clung to his figure, and the body beneath armor or clothes is sculpted in exceptional form and symmetry.

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.

Religious Views
While Vengeance is often thought bloody and vindictive, Destin sees balance in its pursuit: kindness for the kind, wrath for the wicked. It is as necessary to celebrate the good in the world as it is to punish the evil, and he emphasizes the importance of detaching the self from the pursuit of revenge lest the steps taken to claim it lead one to cruelty and not the poetic justice that should be sought.

In the course of his crusade and as is common in the Hoarite faith, Destin has clashed with and slain several other Hoarites whose methods or dispositions were cruel or unjust. As such, he often has a deep distrust (perhaps paranoia) of other Hoarites upon meeting, wondering about the quality of their character and whether they have been dispatched against him for vengeance.

Ancestor
Xalgaea, solar in service of Milil. So many generations removed, Destin has never met his celestial ancestor, though her blood has manifested in him his peculiarities: skin always aglow with the sun no matter the season, blond hair nearly silvered, the molten gold that floats in his blue irises, and the deep affinity for music, art, and prose that manifests in his speech.

Biography

Family
Destin's immediate family is healthy, in tact, and without scandal, though they have heard very little from him since he abandoned his title and inheritance when he took up paladinhood.

Father: Edouard Owlspur, NG Aristocrat
Mother: Raphaela Owlspur, LN Aristocrat
Brother, older: Jacque Owlspur, LG Priest of Ilmater
Brother, younger: Nicolas Owlspur, N Expert
Brother, younger: Jean Owlspur, LG Warrior, Lionar in the Purple Dragons of Cormyr

History
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 was versed in a variety of disciplines, speaks five languages, played multiple musical instruments, and danced 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.

Leaving the Purple Dragons
Good Men and Good Deeds
Something like Irony
Call and Response

Future
Hopes to restore the Hunters of Vengeance to prominence dwindle, though he still stokes the hearth in their lair. Lately, he aims to form a band of good-intentioned castoffs, strangelings, and others who've a hard time finding their place in the more rigid institutions committed to the betterment of the Sword Coast, especially in the wake of the upheaval of the Time of Troubles: a coterie of adventurers that can apply themselves to the benefit of the good and the helpless in matters large and small—governed, of course, by Destin's sense of justice.

Plot Hooks
*Matters of vengeance
*Matters of good versus evil
*Rival Hoarites seeking vengeance for slain allies
*Seeking signs of Hoar's presence, who has been silent since the Time of Troubles

Re: Destin

Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 1:58 pm
by RedLancer
Relationships
Aesa
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Voracious conflagration nested deep beneath the heart, ravenous sorrow, empowering, devouring, crying out for the lash and daring it again. Suspend, see this part; such a fire shall not be drowned. Seize, cease. Now breathe.
Gargoyle
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Hunter ere, Hunter after, where lies laughter among the solemn? Dwindled, enkindled for beauty gone to death, and promise ever after to be bright. There are stars in the night, light enough. Eyes ahead; it's dark behind.
Huntsman
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A man did not understand the use of a box for a precious thing. A box conceals. A box wards away sight and sound and touch. It must be opened, whatever that takes. Spake, he, of knowing, and he knew not, knew naught, and pridefully he fell upon a spear and broke his precious, black heart. Suffer not the suffering of the wronged. There is a stone to cast to one side or the other, where it leans on the scale. I understood, and I do. The light is blinding.
Nimbus
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Nimbus, limbus made in gray, ever-bearing rain and herald of tempest, summons sudden squall, call to be breathless, comes through, centers peace. Named in two parts, resplendent shine, encircles, envelops, reliefs divine. Never cease.

Grateful hand, grateful heart, part gladly gave over, strides adventurous, curious, and knows naught's spurious. Joy was in the waiting, after all, burning man, turning hand, bared, to catch the rain. Slips, drifts beneath, depths swept through delicate breast. Fades. Beacon, brilliant, resilient, submerged but burns. Saved, sustained, quenched by falls; a Nimbus is all that bears his breath. Be bright. Be bright. Guide me, Starlight.

Beside, beside, reside; lonely brand, appended "and," bide, bide, moon preside. Thunder flash, symphonic lash; that he is, and his, goes to ash. Transcendent of a wearied choice, finally chosen, future seen in relief as though it were the only one intended. Clarity of a heart perfectly tended.

Love at last again, truly tethered, perfection endeavored, glimpsed, grasped; he'll never cease, so he lets go these doleful things and gifts to she his spirit full and unfettered.

Oathed again, then, to one road, binding, forks foregone, tethered more tightly. Ne'er alone in spirit, now ne'er again in flesh, they bide: he keeps her heart next to his, and she keeps his beside.
Revenant
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Revenant, impenitent, sanguine hope of the butcher, loyal as any hound for the hand that tugs the leash. Unleashed, a dark heart dusted with a shaken grave's sour earth, birthed of black celebrant, berthed of graceful sentiment. Honorable knight, what might have been, but you are too glad of your chains.
Shadow
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Take this thing, clutch it close, remember whence it came, and it's the same for you, broken soul: a thing fractured and set apart comes not again to its first place. It means not what it did at its gifting, delicate thing, and stands harsh against the sentiment. Little dove, you were not meant for death, and you did not die, but you're killing me.
To come . . .