Diederik Soughton

Darkling Dawn

Personas

Name: Diederik Soughton Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 29 Job: Bounty hunter/bodyguard Family: Mother and father are merchants; one younger brother Build: Muscular Skin: Lightly tanned Hair: Light brown, fluffy, to back of neck Eyes: Hazel grey Appearance: Well-toned and muscular, Diederik is quite fit and healthy. His skin is typically pale and lightly tanned, and he has very wide, hazel grey eyes. His fluffy hair is light brown, and it brushes the back of his neck. Personality: Short-tempered and irritable, Diederik has little patience for other people, though he likes his work and finds the outdoors very soothing. He is silent and not very outgoing, though he's cordial when addressed. He is fond of Jovanka and finds it easy to work with her, but he doesn't get along well with other humans. Past: Diederik grew up in the middle of a bustling city with his shop-tending parents. His younger brother loved helping their parents, but Diederik found it all very boring, and longed to get away. Once he was old enough, he began to train in fighting, and though he considered becoming a soldier, he decided to work as a bodyguard or bounty hunter. He jumps from one job to another, whatever he can get. Pets: Bond: Medium Air Warvisz From: Lantessama Isle

Humans do not have the ability to use magic; conversely, they are immune to magic, and any magic used within a few feet of them, or magic-imbued objects, simply cease to function. This is both a great help and a hindrance, for while they are safe from magical attacks, they cannot benefit from healing and other beneficial magic. Nevertheless, human and elf societies are often integrated within a single nation.

Start the story here.

Unsurprisingly, Jovanka and Diederik ended up in the eastern mountains, exploring in the darkened areas. "Hey, look!" Jovanka pointed, "There's a door over there." Indeed there was; they had almost walked by it obliviously. Diederik studied it. "It has 'sands' written on it. You think this is where one of the clutches is?" he asked. "Let's find out," Jovanka said as she went through the door. The room inside was comfortably dark, with only a a single light in the center, where a circle of translucent black orbs lay. "Like them?" They turned at the voice, and a man was standing nearby. "They're my work, Shadow Dragons. They're not the nicest dragons, though, so if you want them, I hope you can handle them." "Are they very dangerous?" Jovanka asked. "Well..." the man said with a little half-grin, "Not as dangerous as what's through that door over there." He pointed to another door halfway down a set of stairs. "Don't go in there." "Why, what's there," Diederik asked, wary. The man didn't answer, and Diederik decided not to push it. He shrugged. "Well, these dragons seem interesting. One of them might be useful. How do I sign up for one?"

Name: Warvisz Race: Shadow Dragon Gender: Male Color/Rank: Air Medium Parents: Meliva x Arscoz Personality: Warvisz is a touchy little dragon, and just about anything sets him off. He nurses a particular hatred for Jovanka's dragon, Griscoz, and though he hates the land with a passion, he fears him also, since Griscoz is much stronger than him. He is something of a bully, preferring to pick on beings smaller or weaker than him. Bond: Diederik