Daeron Nénmacil
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| Player: | Jucifer. | |
| Title: | Ard Trodai. | |
| Age: | 17. | |
| Race: | Elf. | |
| Eye Colour: | Light Blue. | |
| Hair: | Black. | |
| Skin Tone: | Tan. | |
| Height: | 5'10". | |
| Weight: | 170 lbs. | |
| Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral. | |
"You used to -grace- me with your presence." Daeron gripped his sword tightly. "You now -plague- me with your existance.
--Daeron
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Appearance
Daeron Nénmacil, the fair-sized elf, carries long black hair, a tan skin-tone, and light blue eyes, which tend to almost glow in anger, or deep emotion. He doesn't look very strong, nor does he even look threatening, but the strange mask he carries is his materialized will. Recently, he has been tainted by Delotha, and the ancient mask had been on his face for a whopping 44 hours. Upon taking the mask off, Daeron had strange flourescent markings on his face. These are the marks of the ancient one, which is now bound to him, even without the mask. Delotha left, but the markings stay as a reminder.
Dress
Daeron usually wears a red and brown shirt with matching pants, and a small, raggedy cotton shirt underneath, his being black. It was originally white, and now dyed black and red. Upon joining the ranks of Athedia, he picked up the habit of wearing light armor most of the time, and his shoulderguards, all of which sport the Athedian colors. Recently, though, Delotha stripped him of all of his armor, and stole for him a raggedy black cloak. After Delotha finally went back into the mask, Daeron had worn both his armor -and- the cloak simultaneously.
Equipment
Quarterstaff
In his earlier years, he would venture into the Seanchanni woodlands and carve his own staves from the cursed trees from these areas. He abandoned his weapon after falling off of a cliff during a battle, and suffering from an extreme case of amnesia; one in which he suffered from for quite a while.
"Nólatári"
His current favorite weapon is a one-handed sword, in which he calls "Nólatári," a common elvish name. This weapon is heavy for such a small sword - but also reliable. He always has it on him, and he performs monthly maintenance on it - keeping it strong and sturdy. The sword had broken in half during a battle with a komodo-man, and he, while severely injured, managed to find his way back Celdin to rest. A week later, he crafted the broken sword into a shortsword.
Armors
Daeron wears light armor on just about every part of his body, besides his head, hands, and feet. He wears half-plate boots, plate gauntlets, and doesn't usually wear a helmet, unless something more serious is happening. This set of armor was lost while Daeron was under a spell of influence by Delotha, and he now wears a raggedy black cloak; rotted leather straps lie underneath. The armor, though, would be later found by Daeron. Yeah, it was pretty rusty, but it'll do. He has his cloak to cover it up.
Journal
He carries around a ripped-up journal, one in which he kept notes in of his many travels that he made before his accident. He's been trying to put it back together to find out who he was before his fall. He was finally able to put the pieces together after many months, and now has a good mental picture of his past self.
"Delotha"
The mask he carries around as well as being his most important posession, is also his most dangerous one. "Delotha," elvish for "Abbhorrence," was one of the few items that he found when he was washed to shore from the ocean. When he first found himself on shore in his tattered clothing, he opened up a few crates which held a sword, a couple pieces of suirikan clothing, and the mask. But, even to this day, the mask's origin is unknown. Eventually, Delotha had been worn so frequently by Daeron, that Delotha bound himself to Daeron, and is now resting in his body. This is shown by the strange markings upon Daeron's face, and Delotha is invoked when Daeron undergoes emotional stress, such as anger, panic, sadness etc. With Delotha gone, though, he is free to undergo these emotions once again, without trouble.
Abilities
Tailoring
His practice in keeping his own tattered clothes together has allowed him to gain some skill in creating and keeping together various garments. He has never been paid for this job, but he would be glad complete any task in this area for a small fee. Maybe even free, depending on who you are.
Blacksmithing
As a blacksmith, he can create various types of armor, weapons and many other things that are of use. Daeron also uses his blacksmithing skill to make repairs to "Nólatári," and to create buckles that bind his armor together, which is very necessary.
Cooking
Any one person can cook, but his years spent in nature has given him much time to experiment with different foods and spices, allowing him to prepare delicious home-made meals. Note that most of his entrees don't look very appetizing, but still are very tasteful.
Magic Talent
Daeron has been serious about keeping his magical abilities secret, and his rarely used his magic, even while alone. He had aspired to become a mage when he was younger, and had learned some spells. His close-hand combat skills have surely been able to cover up for his magical secrets.
Combat Skill
Daeron is well-adjusted to most types of hand-to-hand combat, and is known to overwhelm most opponents that make use of weapons, except for those that use range to their advantage or have some kind of magic, in which he's vulnerable to without his shield to help a little.
Recklessness
In battle, no matter how injured or pained, Daeron will not give up until his body has failed him, and this has lead to his own undoing, as this state of mind lead him off of a cliff into amnesia. However, his lack of sense has won him many battles, at the cost of much bodily injury.
Acrobatics~! Daeron, during his spare time, has taught himself a few tricks as a result of free running and/or fooling around. He has learned to do many kinds of flips, turns, and kicks that are useful in battle, as well as the amusement of others.
Origin
Although fully elven, Daeron was abandoned by his human father (not biological) and his elven mother at a very young age, and left into the hands of sailors. At about age 12 a terrible storm caused his crew ship to capsize, and only himself and one of his comrades survived. He washed up on the shores of Port Lucca, with only a few crates and his comrade, whom was later pronounced dead. The only thing he had left was his soaked journal, and a few crates, crates that held his only means of survival at the time. He taught himself the art of swordsmanship, having much practice with the beasts of the wilderness. He made himself a formidable opponent for any other weapon-wielders and lived alone in nature for 6 years, in which he learned to appreciate more than anything, until he finally stumbled upon Celdin.
Recent
As a newly recruited soldier of Celdin, he spends most of his days at Fort Celdin, keeping guard and conversing with fellow Celdinites. "Delotha," his mask that had appeared normal to him for the past 7 years, had finally revealed it's secrets. After experiencing "real" magic for the first time, Daeron was nearly shocked, but his mask absorbed most of the energy and began changing; the single eye hole had become enlarged and corroded, and a strange disturbance of air surrounded the mask. The mask had awoken; releasing it's ancient taint. Having been used to putting on Delotha before every battle, Daeron put it on one morning before sword training and experienced something terrible; the mask had stuck to his face and the now-tainted eye had emitted a dark aura. The ancient being trapped inside of the mask (In which he named "Delotha," also.) that had awoken within the mask had taken control of him, and didn't ever let him go until its thirst for battle was quenched. The tradition of wearing Delotha during battle had become a risk, and Daeron was able to follow his own motives and complete his own tasks, but mainly using Deloth's will and techniques while wearing the mask. Besides this, he has been spending his days in nature, once again, and swimming in the waters of Laboo for leisure. After a mysterious falling out with the celdin recruit, Daeron was recruited and is currently a resident of Port Helkate - where he is now a trained blacksmith.
A new day for the Helkates
As you might have known, the residents of Port Helkate were attacked by a number of forces, including orcs, humans, and I guess... robots. Most of the people in Port Helkate were killed, and if not killed, they were carried off as slaves. Port Helkate lay in ruin, and Daeron, along with about 50 other Helkates, escaped from the port in an airship, but ended up crashing in a dark bog, one surrounded by orcs and other threats. For days, the now homeless Athedians were stranded in the underwood, waiting for a rescue,and were now very dissatisfied and even hateful towards Dalmar. After the escape from the dark woods, less than 50 remained, and the Athedians planned their legacy-- again.
A taste of rouge
Daeron became an Athame (Royal Guard) in the newly founded "Port Seriah," for his duties and obligation to Athedia. The young elf wears his colors proudly, and takes only command from the council. Life is good. A few months later, a flood of recruits came into Port Seriah, and left a mess that someone needed to clean up; these new recruits needed training. Daeron was appointed the leader of the new recruits or "Savants," and it was his job with the council to train these savants. So young, and already a part of the Athedian council? We'll see where this goes. ~Ard Trodai Daeron Nénmacil.
I'm not dead... yet.
Daeron, in a time of depression and and a delirious state of mind, asked an Athame, Tim Trester, how he was doing. And then what happened? He tried to kill himself, and he fell backward off of the top of the Athedian gate in Port Seriah. Ard Rigan Gwendolyn Lycanthyr and Trester helped him back to his favorite bed in the inn, before carrying him to the infirmary located inside the barracks. Gwendolyn, Leah, Iverson, Razrix, and a few others stood by him at the bed, and helped in attending to his wounds. His skull was cracked, his lung was punctured, and his left arm was shattered. After wrapping his arm and attending to his head injury, they all waited hopelessly for someone to help Daeron with his last problem; internal bleeding. It wasn't until the kind Requiem Siavolt came in and used his divine powers to heal Daeron, that he was surely able to survive. A more healthy, happy, yet weak Daeron Nénmacil emerged, before he went back to sleep to rest his weak body. <3
A long way home
Delotha has returned, and he's more pissed than ever. Daeron put his mask back on, in which he thought was empty, to find that it was once again-- bound to his face. "No!" Daeron was quickly influenced by the mask, and he retreated into the woods where he once grew up; the only place that Delotha had knowledge of. The mask, which now has been bound to him for almost two days, has made him train, hunt, eat and sleep in the woods. When the young elf was finally able to get the cursed mask off of his face, he slid it back into his cloak. Wait... cloak? Why is he wearing a cloak? And hm... where did these strange markings come from? Where is Daeron's armor, and where did this weapon come from? Daeron, now completely lost, used his instincts to surive for as long as he needed to, and decided to take this as his vacation... soon he would return home, but where is home?
Destruction
After his last battle with Delotha, Delotha turned on him, and started forcing Daeron to harm himself. Holding many wounds, the tired elf finally ended the battle by taking out his cutting knife and stabbing the mask, also puncturing his right cheek. After the mask was destroyed it released Delotha, the ancient one. He dragged himself back to Celdin and passed out on the street, waking up in a hospital the next day with a story that no one would believe. Is Delotha really gone for good, or is he planning his reappearance sometime soon? And so the journey continues...
Destruction Pt. II
Daeron, with Delotha still in his system, found his love, Leah Verian, in the middle of Greendale, Valikorlia. Upon questioning her, he brought her to an abandoned house to talk to her. Leah told Daeron about how she simply fell out with Athedia, and he became angered. Delotha was invoked, and Daeron had no choice to attack Leah in a mixture of possession and a strong allegiance to Athedia. He cut her side and she yelled, quite loudly: "I -HATE- you!" He continued to run after her, fighting Delotha - but she didn't trust him. In town, surrounded by a few other people, Daeron tried one last time to prove that it was really him... so, he cut his forearm with his sword. The gash ran from almost his wrist to his joint, and upon opening, a black substance began to leak upward, out of the wound. Delotha formed in a black mass above the citizens of Greendale, and Daeron didn't hesitate to yell for him to leave. "Goodbye," Daeron said, as he thrusted his arm at Delotha, giving him a heads up to leave. As Daeron waved, Delotha jolted into the sky, and back towards the mask from whence he came, which was then sitting on a desk within the gates of Athedia. Daeron briefly explained as Leah helped him bandage his wound. "You and me, Leah," were his last words before falling to sleep in her care. He felt safe with his love. That weird guy, Cadohacan, carried him back to the doctor before leaving him there in a bed. Delotha is gone and Daeron is free.
Personality
Daeron Nénmacil, without an evil mask trying to suck his face off, is a very reasonable, logical being. The only forces he "worships" are the forces of nature, and he rejects most, if not all, of the teachings of the church. He doesn't believe in love, compassion, respect, and he doesn't really have any kind of morals or values; a true nihilist at heart. He can appreciate the company of a woman, and can show a much softer side to one that may interest him. Daeron is also sarcastic, and can sometimes say irrational things, just for kicks. His only true fear was Delotha, and his other existing fears are unknown.
