Name: Dante Celay
Age: Twenty-five
Height: 6'1
Weight: 165lbs
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Special Class feat: Sword
Position in society: Adventurer
Place of residence: Brougham Kingdom
Deity: Scinitil
Other: N/A
Personality: Dante would be classified as one of the good guys. He tries very hard to be brave and an overall good person. He has good intentions in everything he does, whether it turns out that way or not is something else. He believes in doing good and good will come onto him. Hard work is something he values, being brought up the way he was. Really, he strives for something other then the common life of those around him. He wants to do something great so that his name will be remembered when he dies.
Biography: Dante grew up in a cottage on the verge of the woods. There was his mother, father, and younger sister that lived with him. They were a good ways from the town, to support their farm life style. Though, to say it was a prosperous farm would be a lie. They had sheep and other live stock. His sister had a goat. Still, the family was on the borderline of poverty. His father was a man of religion. Dante was taught scriptures and the teaching of the deities (the good ones). Any of the sinister ones were used as threats to be good. People that worshiped them were bad and not to be trusted, because they only meant harm to the world. A plague, as his father liked to call them.
Besides being taught and preached to, he only really interacted with his father while working the farm. It would be safe to say that he was second to his younger sister, Annmarie. She was probably the most beautiful child in the entire town. Golden curls framed an innocent face with large blue eyes. Easily, his father's pride and joy. Being spoiled by their father, Annmarie was a terror to start with. Everything went her way, and it seemed like she didn't care much about anyone else but herself. Dante loved his little sister, but at the same time couldn't stand her. Perhaps, he was jealous of their father's attention. Still, she was family and he never wished any harm on her. His mother was less tolerant to Annmarie's tantrums. She blamed Dante's father for making her the way she was. Charmed in by her beauty.
One day, while Dante was out herding the sheep, men in armor came to farm. Dante had come of age and it was time to enlist in the forces of Brougham. His mother begged and pleaded them to let him stay, but he was taken away. It didn't turn out to be so bad. Once at the camp, Dante found he was quite clever with a sword. He easily beat his opponents, and the higher ranks noticed this off the bat. He spent ears at the camp, before they finally sent him off for a quest. The task seemed simple enough. He had fought many foes and won. Beating a water beast would be no problem, yeah? The travel took days, yet he had a few companions with him. Other soldiers, but the task was meant for him alone. They were mainly there, to make sure the beast was dead in the end.
Eventually they came to the lake. Lush greenery spilled over and into the waters. The water seemed to be a crystal blue, though it was quite small for a lake in his mind. Mist hovered around the water, and Dante really couldn't understand why a beast would live in such a lovely enviorment. Walking around the bank, he surveyed the area, and eventually tossed a stone into the water. With a ripple, a woman appeared. He couldn't say he saw a more beautiful woman in his life. He was struck entirely by awe as she approached him, whispering things he wouldn't remember later on. She was at the bank now, beckoning him and he couldn't help but to lean towards her. She cupped his cheek gently, before yanking him into the water. He was struck first with the sudden coldness of the water. The next thing he noticed was the woman's teeth. Sharp razor like teeth filled her mouth. Instead of legs, she had the looks of a fish. Hardly the maiden he had been entranced by a few minutes before!
Trying to swim up to the surface, he felt something grabbing his leg, pulling him deeper into the darkness of the water. Feeling for his sword, he found that it was no longer with him. Instead, at the bottom along the rocks, he saw a glint of it. Thrashing and kicking seemed no use. Shrilly screeches of the woman could be heard under the water and to his horror, bones of past men scattered the bottom of the lake. As he was dragged, he managed to reach for a rib bone. Lodging it into the stomach of the woman, she let out a screech and he was let go. Grabbing up his sword, he swam to the top of the lake, gasping for breath. As he was pulling his body out of the water, something bit into his leg, causing him to cry out. With a slash of his sword, the woman's head was cut off, the body being carried down with the other skeletons.
After that, Dante had proved himself to be a warrior. The town rejoiced and he was proclaimed a hero. Yet, as any hero he had to uphold the title. There were other towns with beasts that troubled them. Really, he felt that luck followed him. He has yet to do another quest, since then. At the moment, Dante is traveling the area in search of some sort of monster to slay.
Puppet master: Kick Off Your Stilettos
