Name: Darious
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Appearance:
6’1” athletic build. Darious’ is well toned but not overly muscular and is often found in his hunting tunic and cloak.
Country of origin: Nomad
Personality: Darious is easy going and professional. He sees all travelers as potential clients and thus he is quick to offer an encouraging smile or a mug of ale to a weary stranger. He lives an exciting life, except for the fact that he has a terrible fear, almost a phobia of falling to his death. However it’s so much the falling he’s afraid of but the irony that would come with the fall given the Whisper Blade’s unique abilities.
Background: Darious' earliest memories are of a life wandering the lands with his guardian simply known as 'Jitters'; that was sometimes COMFORTABLE while other times quite unpleasant. His mother and father were killed in a skirmish when he was just a small child...Or so he'd been told by his only known father figure, the one entrusted with his safety, Jitters. It was only later on, on his deathbed that the elderly warrior revealed the entirety of Darious' history.
Darious’ family was just a small branch of a greater nomadic populous. But they were known as mercenaries and often were employed by the nobles to procure both expensive and exotic items. The family comes from ancient nomadic bloodlines that have been guardians of the Whisper Blade for centuries and were well known as professional mercenaries who had a reputation for reaching those hard to reach places. The entire family was well trained with hand to hand combat and weaponry.
Unfortunately the entire family was later slaughtered due the fact that people learned of the Whisper Blade’s secrets and sought to acquire it through bloodshed. Darious and Jitters were absent during the night of the slaughter due to a hunting expedition and the Whisper Blade was lost to the murderers for a time.
After many years Jitters managed to track the Whisper’s whereabouts down and the seasoned warrior, a young Darious and several other sell swords were finally able to avenge the family’s untimely death.
Though the sword was rightfully passed down to Darious once it was in their procession, it was only several years ago and he has yet to master its true power. The only one that would have been able to teach him was mortally wounded during the raid and later succumbed to the wounds. Jitter’s was laid to rest on a funeral pyre fit for a king and Darious went in to solitude, literally dropping off the face of the world so as to cut all ties with any potential enemies.
Now he spends his time under the employ of high end clients in search of hard to reach things. It’s quite a profitable business for the young mercenary of the wind.