Damasc
(#34947079)
Level 1 Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.78 m
Wingspan
4.48 m
Weight
659.16 kg
Genetics
Marigold
Petals
Petals
Sanddollar
Butterfly
Butterfly
Ivory
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
Damasc Ironblood Mercenary / Sellsword |
Gems strewn haphazard // Bold and vivacious colours // A wealth of riches. |
Traits: Arrogant, Brave, Selfish. Likes: Ale, Gold, Banter. Dislikes: Merchants, Hatchlings, Snakes.
(Stories) |
Many assumptions can be made about someone who sells their skills with a sword, who takes treasure for the ability to injure or worse. Whatever the gossip, whatever the scathing whispers, Damasc cares not. He has his reasons and they are his own. A pleased grunt is the wildclaw's response to Haumea setting a jug of ale on his table. He'd travelled far and wide across various lands but there was something about the drink from his home-lair that nowhere else could quite match. As a youngster he'd asked the tight-lipped barkeep what his secret was, only to be met with a huff of amusement and the dissatisfying response of "keep the cockroaches out". Having seen some of the more unhygienic establishments in other lairs, Damasc had to concede perhaps the imperial had answered him honestly. |
Side story - a harpy adventure with Linglan
“There.” The archaeologist pointed to the faded map. “I’m certain now, the harpy tomb is real and that is the entrance.”
The excitement was practically pouring off her in waves, adding further to the wild and free appearance Linglan always bore. Damasc wondered for a moment if she deliberately selected her attire to suit her profession. He expected the truth was she had just grabbed whatever comfortable odds and ends were at hand whilst busy with her head in some dusty scroll.
“The thing about a harpy tomb.” He kept his tone casual, not wanting to sound scared or disinterested. The Coatl was offering him a lot of treasure after all and it wasn’t every day a bodyguard job came along for the mercenary. “Is they tend to be guarded. By harpies.”
The young fighter straightened up from where he was leaning over the map and tugged absently on the edges of his cloak. “Neither of us might come back from this expedition.”
Linglan, apparently not listening to her prospective hireling, was poring over a section of water damaged parchment. “Thirteen days I think. That’s how long we will need. I’ll take a ferry to the ground at sunrise. If you want the work, meet me at the docks. Don’t forget your sword.”
(note to self comm Rexcaliburr with pose #1)
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Exalting Damasc to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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