Player Contact Information Real Name: Zack Alton Y! Profile: daermon_the_evil ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Daermon Age: 20 Birth Year: NRC 506 Gender: Male Race: Human Homeland: Roid, Valis Physical Description: Daermon has a slender face with a muscular body, he has brown eyes that can strike fear into others. Although, his eyes can be as gentle as a spring rain. He stands about six foot two inches and weighs around one hundred ninety seven pounds. To keep his shoulder length hair out of his eyes, he wears a bandana on his head. Daermon has a scar that runs down his right thigh, which he received in battle when he was thirteen. Clothing and Armor: Daermon wears a black shirt with gray sleeves and a black pair of pants. He also wears a red scarf around his neck that hangs down to the ground. His armor consists of a breast plate and shin guards. Weapon: The sword that Daermon carries is four foot nine inches long and is double bladed. The handle itself is seven inches long and has a guard on it to protect his hands. Height: 6'2" Weight: 197lbs Build: Muscular Hair color/style: White, kept up with a bandana Eye color: Brown Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Occupation/Class: Rogue/Thief Weapons: Sword and Dagger Armor: Breastplate and shin guards Items: Dagger, given to him by someone who is no longer a friend Special Abilities: Lockpick, Stealth History: As a child, Daermon was almost always home alone, for his parents were mercenaries and were often called away to work. Eventually, Daermon began to teach himself how to fight, in case someone tried to raid his home. After a while, he started to explore the wilderness around his home to find a place to hide if he needed to. One day, while wandering the woods, he came to a cave that was inhabited by an elf. Knowing that elves had great hearing, Daermon waited in the shadows outside and waited for nightfall. As the darkness closed in around him, Daermon saw the elf come out of the cave, and the elf immediately looked in his direction. For fear of his life, Daermon ran in the direction of his home, but before he could take ten steps, the elf had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the elf asked. "My name is Daermon," he replied with fear, "I am so very sorry for disturbing you, I was only curious." The elf released Daermon, "Since you are so young, I will not make you my prey," he said. Daermon then ran home without looking back, thinking about what the elf said to him, "What did he mean prey?" Daermon asked aloud. For the next few years, Daermon stayed clear of that part of the woods. However, as luck would have it, the elf came to Daermon’s home one night. He armed himself with his sword and prepared to protect his property. After an exchange of a few words, Daermon attacked the elf with all his might, but to no avail. The elf retaliated and cut open his right thigh. Daermon could no longer move his leg for he was in too much pain, and he did not dare try to move because of the elf towering above him. Daermon passed out on the floor where he lay, blood gushing from his leg. Daermon woke to the sound of a fire and the smell of food, he faintly heard something moving about around him, "Who’s there?" he asked as he tried to sit up. "Lay down and shut up," replied a harsh voice at his side. Again Daermon woke to the sound of a fire, but there was no smell of food in the air. Suddenly came the voice from beside him again, "You may move now, I am finished." Daermon, afraid of the voice beside him, reluctantly opened his eyes and got up. His leg was still in pain but not as bad as before. He looked around and spotted the elf sitting by the bed from which he had arisen. "Who are you?" Daermon asked, "And what do you want with me?" "I shall not tell you my real name, but you will learn to know me as Shadow," replied the elf, "And your name is Daermon, right?" "Yes," Daermon replied. Daermon and shadow talked for the entire day and well into the evening. They were telling each other of their lives and swapping stories. They soon became friends and Daermon was introduced to Aluen, a little blue fairy that went everywhere with Shadow. For the next few years, Daermon began to drink and party with the elf and his fairy, Daermon had never drank before in his life, but quickly got used to it. Shadow even taught Daermon how to fight better and to use any dagger to his advantage. After learning of Shadow’s true nature, Daermon feared for his life and ran away one day while Shadow was asleep. The fairy that accompanied the elf tried to stop him, but it could not. Ever since that day, Daermon has been wandering Lodoss in search of a new home where he would not be haunted by Shadow. At the age of eighteen, Daermon found a home in Raiden and has lived there since, trying to fill his new urge to drink. Since he wasn't taught how to go about finding a job, Daermon has always gotten what he wanted by stealing it from others. When Vesper attacked Raiden, Daermon was one of the few who joined up with the resistance force at Dabagon Inn. After running an errand for them, he disappeared, feeling unneeded. Personality: Daermon is the type of person who has been alone for most of his life, and has gotten so used to being alone that he prefers it. Since Daermon has no job, he steals money and food from people’s homes when they are away, and if there are people present at the home he plans to loot, he kills them and takes what he wants. Alignment: Chaotic Evil Quotes: "Death awaits thee."