Darion
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Personal Motto:
" If life has taught me something, it is that it has not tough me everything yet. "
[ Personal Information ]
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Name:
Darion Foxworth
( Surname not used by him )
Aliases:
The Gray Fox
A nickname he earned during his days with The Kind Wayfarers - and also due to the fact that his hair started to turn gray rather early in his life.
Gender:
Male
Age:
Darion was born in the year of 131 BC, thus making him 42 years old.
Length and body build:
Darion stands tall at 201cm / 6'6 feet.
He has a large, slightly muscular build.
Weight:
Darion weights 105kg / 231 pounds.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Religion:
A stern believer in The Old Gods.
Grandparents:
Andreas Foxworth, grandfather. Presumed to be deceased.
Parents :
Dankrad Foxworth, father. Deceased, died 11 years ago.
Karla, mother. Deceased, died 29 years ago.
Siblings:
None
Distant relatives:
Probably a large number due to his Grandfather being very active with the other gender.
Appearance:
Darion Foxworth is a large man, often described as stoic in appearance. His facial expression has the appearance of hardened stone, thus not showing many emotions at first glance. His features have been hardened by the cold conditions in which he spent most of his life. The scar on his left eye was obtained during serving The Kind Wayfarers is the most dominant feature of his face, together with the eyepatch that covers his right eye. He does not like to talk about it, but when pressed he will tell the story behind it. The clothing he wears hides some large bruises. His beard and hair are unkempt, as he dislikes shaving.
Loyalty:
He bowes to House Trevelyan. Thanks to his experience with The Kind Wayfarers, he knows how to protect the traders that owe their loyalty to House Trevelyan.
Occupation:
The first real occupation in Darion's life was that of a farmhand during his boyhood, where he was living off his life with his then family. Upon his father decided to leave their old life behind, Darion worked as a sellsword for various northern bands, gaining quite some experience during his years. His most noteable and the most enjoyable, according to Darion, were his years in the service of The Kind Wayfarers, he spent years escorting all sorts of caravans and exploring an extensive part of the Northern countryside.
Ambition(s):
Darion has two main ambitions in his life. The foremost being that of leaving a legacy behind himself, something he can be proud of when he will be on his deathbed. Most of his actions are influenced by this one goal and he does everything he can to be able to do so. His other goal is that of settling down " somewhere in North, serving a Lord or Lady I can trust ". This is the result of a life spent on the move and his motivation behind seeking to serve a house he can trust. His other ambitions are that of one day acquiring decent gear, not the " garbs that have travelled far and wide " with him, and a sword that " he can swing without fearing it will shatter ". And to have enough coin so that he can always afford a " nice big drink ".
Personality:
Darion's personality has been shaped by years of hardship he endured during his travels. While often being labeled emotionless, this is a far cry from the truth. He cares deeply for the things important to him, but since he has so few of them it can never be seen in full light. Despite giving of a rather stoic presence, Darion is easily approachable by most people, as long as he does not consider them " annoying little twats ". He tends to be respectful towards most people in his surroundings and willing to give a helping hand for as long as he thinks he is not taken advantage of. By the few friends he has, he is described as a " big man with a golden heart that will not hesitate to break your teeth if needed". This stems for his strong sense of duty and comradery he feels in his heart. He is often enthusiastic about new thigns in his life, and seems to never run out of motivation to move his life in the right direction.
While generally a positive person, Darion also has his weaker moments. He is often seem by onlookers as a " grey haired old man trying to drink away everything in his life ", and it is a rather accurate description. He never shies away from a drinl, whether he is invited or he decides to have one by himself. His moods during his drinking sessions range from booming laughter do an old depressed man. He holds great distrust towards most southerners and is not afraid to show it, even if it can get him into trouble with them. His stubborness, which is both a strength and a weakness, according to him, also means he is not going to let go of this mistrust easily.
When in any sort of serious situation, Darion is a no-nonsense man. He is very serious, stern and not very talkative. He always fully focuses on the situation at hand and demands this focus from every person present in the situation. This led to some people label him as an unapproachable stone fortress, but this shift in persona has its root in his desire to solve everything in the most peaceful way possible, even if it is not always possible. He is a very calm, composed combatant who is very hard to throw off his balance. Yet when he does lose his cool, he is a ruthless opponent, unwilling to stop until his foe is lying dead on the ground - something that got him into trouble several times.
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[ History ]
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The History:
The history of Darion Foxworth was set in the direction it took years before he was born. House Foxworth was not among the richest or most noble houses in The North, but it had enough to survive. The subjects of the house were satisfied by the control they exorted over their lands until Darion's grandfather, Andreas Foxworth became the head of the house. Despite starting as a wise, promising leader, it was not to stay this way. Everyone knows that power corrupts, and this was the exact case with Andreas. A few years after he assumed the role of Lord Foxworth, he started to become a party-expert, and to the extreme. Feasts were held almost every second day, he was always in the company of the most expensive ladies dedicated to the oldest job. Coins from the family chest were disappearing at an alarming rate, yet no one decided to do anything about it.
Except Dankrad Foxworth. During one especially wild feast, he decided he had enough. He grabbed several smaller pouches of gold from the family chest and left behind Castle Foxworth that was in the middle of falling apart due to excess of Andreas and his company. The last time he saw it, it was in the process of burning down. With a heavy heart, he turned his back on it and went on to his journey. Witnessing what happened to his house and feeling ashamed by not doing anything, he decided that he will not use his surname from that day till his last day. After weeks of travelling, he settled down near the Frosthold. It is there where he met Karla and the two fell in love each other at first sight. Darion Foxworth was born out of this love. From his early days to his boyhood, both parents were taking turns in taking care of the little boy and he could not be happier.
Since the age of six, he was trained by his father at arms. More than often, his training sessions ended in laugther and joyfull playtimes with his parents. The boy progressed fast and quickly grasped the basics of combat. Years passed by as water in the rivers, and the small boy grew up to be a young adult well on his way to spend his life as a farmhand near the Frosthold. But fate would not allow him to have a calm life he was enjoying so far. His peaceful life fell victim to the machinations of people he never met, and his village was layed to the torch by sellswords hired to terrify the population. After both he and Dankrad were forced to witness the death of Karla and with the promise of their return, father and son decided to flee. Dankrad set out with his son on a journey, resolute to never settle down again. It was in the hopes they can avoid such a tragic loss again.
The pair traveled together for eighteen years, and Darion grew into a strong adult, hardened by a life on the road in the harsh North. The duo served as sellswords and were always looking out for each other. The bond between father and son seemed to be unbreakable, but fate intervened again. After completing a contract with some Dornish folks, they were about to leave - satisfied and tired after a job well done. But the Dornman were not satisfied with the outcome, and knocked both of them out. When Darion awoke, he and his father were in some sort of a dungeon. There, the pair was beaten and tortured. Dankrad kept repeating to his son that everything will be alright and his son believed him. But once again, after excess feasting, the Dornish decided they had enough of his father babbling about and decided to gut him, leaving him die in the presence of his son. Darion threw curses at them in a mental breakdown, and in an order to shut him up they went scared him forever.
Using a dagger heated in flames, they poked his right eye out with it. They proceeded to throw him out in agony into the freezing night. Refusing to end like this, Darion managed to reach some more civilized folks who threated him, thus saving his life. This event left a burning hatred for the Dornish man in Darion, that evolved into a general distrust towards southern people. Obtaining an eyepatch to cover his scared face, he spent the next few weeks to get his revenge. After an exhausting search and a brutal fight, he killed a Dornish soldier and took his uniform to infiltrate the facility that shattered his life for a second time. After brutally murdering the perpetrators, he managed to sneak out under the nose of the searching Dornish and set out to journey once more, alone now.
He travelled far and wide, sometimes working as a sellsword. After six years, his armor was all but useless, so he discarded it together with the chainmail he stole. He wanted to earn it by hard work, not by murder. After obtaining himself purely leather armor together with a fur cloak, he joined The Kind Wayfarers - a group of sellswords dedicated to escorting travelers in the harsh northern countryland. He worked with them for five years, getting beaten quite a few times, even gaining a scar on his face. He also earned himself a decent amount of coin - some of which ended up at the bottom of ale kegs. He used most of it to purchase an armored glove and a sword, spending five years of savings in five minutes. Realizing he wanted something more in his life - he wanted to settle down. That is why after escorting a caravan to a village about a week of riding with the Dreadfort, he parted his ways with The Kind Wayfarers on the best of terms.
Realizing that the area around the Dreadfort offered him a solid chance of working for a larger house, he set his eye towards the area. He had no idea what fate had in store for him when he entered the service of House Trevelyan.
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[ Skills and Gear]
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Skills and various Traits:
Thanks to his age, Darion Foxworth managed to gain several noteworthy skills in his life, and to his displeasure failed to do so in other areas.
Thanks to holding a weapon in his hand for three and a half decades, he consideres himself a rather accomplished fighter when it comes to using a two handed weapon. His years of working on his fighting style, as long as training his body lend him an above average stamina pool, giving him the opportunity to stand out some longer fights and come out on top. He calls on his years of experience to adapt to the fighting style of his enemy to increase his chances of coming out on top of a fight. His large physique lends him a surprising amount of strength when the situation calls for it. His years of working as a sellsword, especially those with The Kind Wayfarers, granted him an insight into commanding small ( up to five people ) groups effectively in most situations. He held a bow in his hand a few times, but he lacks any skill with it. Also, his skills with a one handed sword are sort of lacking finesse and training. The Kind Wayfarers also taught him the basics of horse riding, though he prefers travelling on foot.
Outside of combat, Darion also posesses some skils he is proud of. Thanks to working on fields in his early days, he understands how to grow crops under the right conditions, which is sometimes too much to ask from the cold north. Due to spending several years out in the wilderness, he is also good at trapping and hunting. Years of exposure to the cold northern weather in less than ideal gear made him slightly resistant to cold and other harsh conditions. The time he spent drinking also grants him a somewhat decent resistance ot the effects of alcohol. He also posesses some very basic skill in immediate first aid, like treating smaller cuts and such - but he still needs to have it treated by a maester afterwards. He also taught himself how to read and write, though he could use lots and lots of practice in these fields. The harsh experiences in his life endowed him with an almost iron like will and a strong spirit. His strong moral compass guides him well, at least according to Darion - and he rarely breaks it.
List of weapons.
Name:
Darion's two handed sword
Description:
The sword Darion curenlty uses is a keepsake from one of the " southern morons " he had defeated in combat about seven years ago. Having dedicated most of his life to the usage of two handed weapons such as this one, he is rather skilled with them. His fighting style with the weapon lacks any signs of training from a true Master at arms, but despite this, Darion wields the blade with efficiency.
Appearance:
Several craks and dents are spread on his blade, marking its long years it served as Darion's weapon of choice. Darion is doing everything he can to keep the weapon in one piece.
Name:
Darion's one handed sword
Description:
A sword he " purchased for a whole damn lot of coins that could be spent on ale ", this is Darion's sidearm. He uses it only when disarmed, or the usage of his two handed weapon is not an option. His skill is noticeable lower with this weapon, thus he refrains from using it as much as possible.
Appearance:
The blade retains its sharp edge as it is not used often, and well maintained.
Name:
Drinking pouch
Description:
A pouch Darion uses to carry refreshment with him, whether water or ale. He got it for some coin he managed to save, and still considers it to be one of his best purchases.
Appearance:
Darion takes great care about his pouch, so it is still in top condition after years of use.
Name:
Utility pouches
Description:
Several utility pouches
Appearance:
Darion takes great care about his pouch, so it is still in top condition after years of use.
List of armour or attire.
Name:
The oufit of Darion Foxworth
Description:
Darion wears a rather simply attire, not wanting to limit his movements in any given situation. And he is kind of broke, so he can afford no better right now. He is wearing simple leather boots that offer him some protection from the cold as well as solid footing in combat. He has some basic leather trousers that " kept his ass from freezing " several times, together with a thick linen shirt. He wears a thick woolen shirt that reaches all the way to his knees. He has a leather strap around his chest and one wrapped around his waist that holds his utility pouches. He has a leather shoulder gard attached on the shoulder leather strap that he uses in combat, too. He wears his right on his right hand. On his left hand, he wears a regular leather glove. The most expensive piece of equipment that he decided not to discard from the Dornish soldier he killed first is a chainmail guard around his neck, though it is in a pretty bad shape. He also wears a travelling
cloak.
Appearance:
The picture depicts Darion in his early years, with his current outfit.
Name:
Darion's glove
Description:
A glove Darion bought together with his one handed sword years ago. He wears it on his right hand and uses it in some unorthodox manners in close combat. The glove is far from being a high quality one, but it gets the job done for Darion. He values it greatly and claims to have broken quite a few noses with it. The small dents on the glove seem to support this claim.
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