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Appearance:
Name: Dyamier Bale
Race: Werewolf (Cursed)
Age: 31/171
Calling: Mercenary/Hunter
Equipment:
- Magical Greatsword (The Sword will be described in story, but as for its magical property I will pm the dm about this.)
- Hunters Longbow
- Fur and hide armor
- Ring
- Vials of elixer.
Affiliation: Trained Mercenary. Dyamier associates with anyone willing to pass him some coin, but he has his limits. Dyamier follows somewhat of an honor code, He will sometimes take a job for less money if it promises for a greater challenge, or better entertainment.
Personality: Dyamier is a very strong willed man with a hearty love for the challenges in life. He is cheerful in a tavern, and fierce in a battle, but over all he has a natural charisma about him in the way he tells stories. Dyamier can be considered brave and overzealous. A great many things are unknown about the man but it is said that he only appears for a day and by night he vanishes again, a constant traveler and topic of discussion among the inns of Pheraxis.
Biography:
As long as I can remember I have wandered, maybe it was for the best that id forgotten all about family or home, or friends. After all, I am not really one to deal in such things. By night I am always away. You see the villages don't have a place for someone like me, not at night, and I prefer it that way. If nothing else at least by being alone at night I have learned to apprecite the way the sun shines on this dreadful world, but despite all of that, this is the story I remember.
I was very young, a wee lad really. I hadn't even gotten my first pubic hair. The world was full of adventure, and my pa; a hearty man with a profession in the lumber industry always made it a point to keep me working. Ma was not very different, she was a kind woman that didn't hesitate to help anyone if she were able to. Every night it was the same, dinner and then pa might read about something or another. it didn't much matter what he read; but I preferred the fantasy stories.
One night the wind was as strong as could be. Pa braved the cold and went to fetch the cattle; he was adamant about things like this. Ma was obviously worried sick, and so was I after Pa was gone for a few hours. I was barely old enough to do much but I reassured Ma by leaving the house and searching for him. What I found will likely scar my mind for the rest of my life. I found Pa, but he wasn't the same.
Pa's body was a mangled bloody mess with pieces missing and large claw marks. I hardly had any time to breath let alone hold back the bile that built up in that moment, but something pushed me forward. Ma let out a scream from the house and I bolted for the door. I was far too late to do anything however. I arrived and seen the creature. It was furry, and it stood on all fours much like a human but giant in comparison. Ma screamed and I tried to rush to her need, but the creature had other plans. I watched as its large maw ripped out Half of Ma's shoulder and then he ripped her in hald as all of her insides spilled upon the floor. The devils golden eyes found me.
I was too scared to run, my body was frozen and I knew I was going to die. I knew I would be just like them soon, and that this creature would get away. I clutched the cross Pa gave me and prepared for it. The Monster lunged in and like that out of instinct alone I held up the cross as it embedded itself into the creature; the same time its large fangs bit into my shoulder. The pain was something I could never forget even now when I rubbed at the scar on my shoulder, but what happened next got me believing in Gods.
The Monster fell over as parts of its body seemed to smoke out. Its body was growing weak now and its form was changing. Before long there was no monster, only a young girl shivering on the ground. My first thought was to beat her, to take the beatin stick and crush her skull; to serve her some kind of justice, but the eyes that stared up at me... They were not the same as the monsters. She was human, just like them and she was afraid. A soft whimper left her pale pink lips. "Im so sorry" as tears ran like rain.
That was a time in my life I learned something, and soon after the reason it all had happened became more and more clear. There was no cure for my curse, no way to rid myself of it, and I was forced to leave, but before the raids came and paid there condolences, before the inquisition got involved and burnt my house I discovered something about my parents.
Deep under the house they had a fairly large tunnel which lead to an even bigger chamber. By the wall markings it was all part of a cave. I couldn't help but follow the clues. What I found in that cave was what designed my future. The truth I found in that chamber was what decided who I am even today. Yes I learned from my tragedy, I grew from it and there is more than what I am telling you, but perhaps the rest of my origin is a story for a different day. Don't you agree Kyra? (This is the basics but I want to leave some fun for in character if you'll allow that.)