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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 5:46 pm
Character Name: Damian
Age: 26
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Intended Companion: Atour
Profession: Silversmith at The Silver Sheep
Home City: Buin
Appearance: Standing 5'11", Damian has a lean, and somewhat lanky frame. His skin is tanned from his afternoon walks and his wavy dark brown hair is typically worn tied back with a leather string. His eyes are hazel, more often than not verging on green. Fond of practical clothing, but aware of his position, he is known to wear well tailored, but plain shirts, with vests, all paired with boots and loose fitting pants. While at the workshop, Damian is recognizable for his bright read leather apron with small embroidered fish, a homemade gift from his mother.
Dislikes: Spicy food, obnoxious people, cooking, too much socializing, being the center of attention
Likes: Exploring, hunting for gems, reading, eating, puzzles
Personality: Damian is a quite, pensive, and sometimes cold individual who escapes from people through his work. Even through his is an introvert, he does enjoy spending time with his closest of friends. Hardly a push over, he possesses quiet, and subtle leader qualities that allowed him to quickly rise through the ranks at the workshop. His perceived lack of frivolity and staunch practicality tends to drive most of his activities. While in public, Damian adheres to a very strict code of formality, but outside of the public eye he is more relaxed and lets his somewhat mischievous nature breach his formal facade. Friends know him to be a bit goofy and fun-loving, but others would never fathom a joke escaping his lips. His mild irritation at chatty individuals comes from a short-lived but trying time of living with the chattiest roommate in the world, Dyrall. If pushed, he has been known to exchange some scrappy and pointed words.
Abilities & Weaknesses: If there is a problem, Damian is your man. He has a sharp eye for detail, honed by years of working with intricate jewelry, which enables him to sort out problems with mind-boggling speed. This has only fueled his fancy of being an an amateur sleuth. Level headed and highly intelligent, he is a pro at solving puzzles and hunting down secrets (as long as it doesn't involve too many unpleasant conversations smile ) With great dedication and curiosity, Damian has mastered many obscure and mostly unnecessary skills. He has always maintained some of his childhood scrappy and go-getter attitude but it is masked underneath his formality. While this has gotten him in trouble, it has more often let him get out of fixes.
Despite his knowledgeable manner, his formal facade makes him come off as uncaring, insensitive, and cold. This has a tendency to offend people if they do not know him, which has put him in some bad situations. Mischief, while satisfying, has landed him in some hot water before, mostly with his close friends. But his jokes have upon occasion gotten out of control and affected others. Known to fixate on problems, this can cause him to miss out on details or simply forget about important things.
Back Story/Character History: Born into poverty, Damian's roots and personality were formed and influenced by a childhood of working hard. His parents were bankrupt merchants who made a few too many poor business ventures that ended in ruin. Turning from a the respected profession of merchants to fish mongers, his parents scraped by a living for the four children. Although just getting by, his mother was proud and taught him to read and write, a rarity among his friends. The only sibling receptive to his mother's teachings, Damian was sent off at the age of 11 to become an apprentice to the post master. His time there was brief. As they say, curiosity killed the cat, and due to an insatiable interest in the mail recipient's lives, Damian spent more time trying to read the mail through the envelopes instead of actually delivering them. While never opening the mail, through holding the letters to the sun he gained great insight into the crazy lives of his better-off neighbors. After being discovered by none other than the postmaster herself, the not-yet-teen was quietly cast out from the apprenticeship for being "too inquisitive" for his own good.
After a few months of trying to sell fish, and horribly failing at it, his father realized that mercantile or vendor pursuits were not for Damian. he was in need of something more stimulating and intellectual. In order to get the boy into a more fitting position, his father pursued an old contact, Sir Terrance Jebb, a well respected silversmith in the next town. Jebb was a strict man with high expectations and little patience for repeated failures. After calling in a favor, Jebb took Damian as his apprentice to learn the trade of a silversmith at his shop, The Silver Sheep. Originally thinking that the boy would be rubbish at the trade, Jebb only promised a few months, but in those months, Damian proved to have great dexterity and prowess with the metal. Over the next few years Damian rose from humble and unloved apprentice to a highly respected and sought after silversmith. His mentor, Jebb, taught him everything he needed to know to rub elbows with the wealthy, work a deal, and become a master of silver. It required many hats, and Damian was up to the task.
During this time, Damian worked his hardest to fit in and uphold the trade. The trade off was suppressing some of his fun-loving attitude and replacing it with a cold, calculating facade. The comedic silversmith was less reputable than a formal one, so in order to improve his and his family's station, he became less animated and eventually lived for work and the occasional mystery. At least, that is what everyone thought. He grew up and his not-so-secret jokes and sleuthing were transformed into anonymous pranks, jokes, and calculated "detective" work.
A subtle, but pivotal moment in his life occurred on his 20th birthday. Jebb came in handed him a thin, silver box with one golden leaf pressed into the lid. "I've had this for years. An old woman gave it to me as thanks for some job, I can't even remember." He explained that the humble silver box had brought the woman nothing but grief to her family. Feuds, plots, and constant arguments surrounded the thin little box, a box no one could ever seem to open. With dents, scratches, and evidence of many tries to open the object, the box had remained intact and locked. After decades of turmoil, she exchanged the box for something better. "I've tried opening this so many times, but it won't budge. It's clearly not meant for me, so if you can open it, it is yours."
Not one to turn down the challenge, Damian accepted the small skinny box. The puzzle was exciting and frustrating. As the box challenged him, his skills as a silversmith grew, simply to try and open the infuriating little box. Two years later, Damian sat with the box on his desk. It was a permanent fixture that seemed to silently mock him. He had almost given up on the quest of opening it and that day he was directing his attention towards designing a necklace for a young lady's coming of age party. The quill rolled up and own the paper and the black ink saturated it with each stroke. Dyrall, good friend but roommate no more, yelled "see you tomorrow you workaholic!" and ran out the door, bumping Damian's desk. The ink tipped from the well and rolled over the paper and wicked under the flat bottomed silver box. Damian yelled back something indecipherable and sat down with a huff. Ruined. He would be coming in early to fix the mess and start the design over. He lifted the silver box and wiped off the ink. And then something spectacular. What he originally thought to be scratches was nothing but writing, an old form, but just barely legible. It was an ancient language. He ran his finger accross the ink filled groves and they briefly and faintly flashed. CLICK. The lid fell open along the hinges. With trembling fingers, he glanced inside and delicately lifted the small object from within. It was an ancient scroll, brittle and scorched, sealed with a blue and gold wax. He knew exactly what the scroll was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 8:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 8:12 pm
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