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Appearance: Name: Daregim Silverdredger Status: Alive Age: 62 years old (Or Dwarven equivalent.) Race: Dwarf History: Daregim was born to the owners of a small trading business in one of the Dwarven City States. Both of his parents rarely spent on much of anything lavishly; conversely, his parents donated much money to the church, and raised him and his siblings to be just as devout as they were, if not more. Daregim's greatest dream as a child was to be apart of the clergy and to sing the praises of The Mother along with a congregation. His parents, ensuring that their children gained an industrious attitude, made their children work for them and others while they were not being schooled. Daregim rarely had time to play, but when he did, he pretended to be a clergyman taking care of holy artifacts, blessing something or someone, or just singing hymns. For many years he thought that he would become a member of the clergy; so he studied as much as he could about the religion, and had theological dialogue with his local priest. Ultimately, his dream did not come true. Daregim had been travelling with a number of pilgrims to a village on the outskirts of the city-state, when a group of bandits attacked him and the pilgrims. In the chaos of the situation, Daregim saw three people looking about frantically for an escape. A middle-aged Dwarf man, and a Human woman with a young child. After little thought, Daregim helped the mother and child to escape the scene and alert the authorities. In turn, he had done something no Dwarf should do; abandon another Dwarf. Or at least that is what he had told himself. To make up for this lack of action, Daregim banished himself from his City-State, taking some funds with him to live on for a few years and contemplate what he had done. By now Daregim had viewed himself as unworthy of the priesthood. So he decided to do something else with his life. He bought two years worth of weapons training in polearms, shortarms, and shields. His funds running dangerously low, and halfway finished with his two years of training, Daregim hired himself out cheaply as a bodyguard. Given poor equipment on his first job, Daregim used the rest of his money to buy a good shortaxe and shield, sure that all would turn out well. His first job, and nothing eventful had happened. Daregim was paid, and for many years onward, he was a bodyguard for a number of people; eventually he added to his arsenal a pollaxe, and studied how to use it. Daregim eventually set his eye on adventuring, and continues to do so now despite his age. About Them: Daregim grew up in a staunchly religious household; he loves The Mother, and hates Artorias. He doesn't take kindly to blasphemy, and while he can hold his tongue on some issues at times, religion is one of his buttons. He can spend hours talking to clergymen about The Mother. Daregim sometimes likes to poke fun at the serious, though this usually only happens when he has drink in him. While he has no qualms about saving the Human woman and child, he feels deep regret that he didn't save his fellow Dwarf as well. He rarely talks of this event. Weaponry: Finely crafted pollaxe, Shortaxe & kiteshield Etc: None

Gendarme, is it too soon to say I love you? Your character makes me swell with joy.