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修羅の花
Name: High Commander Damon "Eight-Fingers" Salderris
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'1"
Hair Color: Black (mostly grey now)
Hair Style: Shaved short
Eye Color: Green
Body type: Athletic
Weapons:
- Bastard sword
- Various daggers
Items:
- He and his wife's wedding rings
- A wooden toy soldier that belonged to one of his sons
- Backpack
- Drinking Flask
- Money
- Travel rations
- A four year old gelding named Red
Clothes:
- Brown wool coat
- Long-sleeved white cotton shirt
- Brown woolen pants
- Leather boots
- Sword belt
- Black leather gloves
Armor:
- Suit of plate armor
- Great helm
- Red surcoat emblazoned with the yellow sun of the Inquisition (image)
Kingdom:
Kingdom: Arlan
Emblem: My interpretation of Proxploxtop's description. Made in paint.net. Alignment sucks, I know.
Who are you?
Personality: Damon is a hardened man, twisted by war and loss. To those he encounters, he comes off as a cold, blunt individual with a short temper. He's bull-headed and stubborn, traits that seem commonplace in his family, but he's loyal, brave, and fiercely protective of those he cares about, to the point where he will disregard his own well-being if it means keeping them safe. There is nothing he dreads more than losing someone he cares for, as he's had enough loved ones ripped away from him. Above all, though, Damon longs for peace. He's spent his whole life with a sword in his hand, and he yearns for the day when he'll be able to finally put it down. But for now, fighting is all that he can do.
History: House Salderris has never been the most prominent player in Arlanian politics, but they were nonetheless a prosperous family in their day. Damon was the third son of Count Cyril Salderris, a man renowned for his combat prowess and strict adherence to order and discipline. Damon, as with most highborn Arlanian children, was trained to be a fighting man, which he did not object to. Being particularly nimble as a boy, he took to his father's training with ease. His rigorous training regime, however, left Damon with little time to enjoy himself, though whatever free time he had in his day was usually spent reading and learning. After looking through tomes relating to the fall of Mithral, he developed a firm disliking for magic.
Damon's 16th birthday passed, and he was legally an adult. Tradition demanded that he enter the military as soon as he reached manhood, and he was more than happy to oblige. Damon joined up with the Inquisition, a branch of the military dedicated to the eradication of magic in all forms. Suspected mages were to be hunted down and slain. All magical books, relics, and artifacts were to be burned or destroyed in any way possible. Damon had a relatively enjoyable life from the day he enlisted; soldiers were treated with respect in Arlan, and every now and again a coven of witches or a band of warlocks would pop up so his life was never too boring. Damon even married a pretty girl named Indila, with whom he would have three sons.
One day though, not long after Damon's 22nd summer, a particularly dangerous cult of demon worshipers arose in the far reaches of the kingdom, heralding the return of the old Empire of Mithral. For several years, the Inquisition waged war with this cult, who turned about to be much more dangerous in battle than anticipated. Damon risked his life for his fellow soldiers all while facing impossible odds. Bravely, he led the final assault on the enemy's largest host, and it cost him the last two fingers on his left hand, his victory earned him the rank of High Commander.
For decades afterward, Arlan would know peace, and Damon would watch his sons grow and follow in his footsteps in the Inquisition. And then the demons crawled from the earth, out of the blue, in overwhelming numbers the likes of which no general in Sarthenfall had ever seen. The Arlanian Inquisition was placed at the front lines to combat the invasion, though little good that did them. The nations of Sarthenfall experienced defeat after humiliating defeat, until even the grandest cities on the continent were razed to the ground. At Arlan's final stand at their captial city, Damon Salderris, a war-weary man, was given control of an entire legion. With his men, he fought ferociously on the battlefield, suffering blow after blow, but no blow could hit harder than when he came across a familiar body. The corpse was littered with wounds and burns with an arrow sticking through his neck and the wide-eyed stare only a dead man could have. That man was Damon's youngest son, just 20 years old on the day he died, and he had been butchered like an animal. After a moment of heavy silence, Damon erupted into a frenzy of rage and grief, the horror of his child's death bringing him to his knees. He was restrained by the rest of his unit as he shrieked and wailed, and eventually he passed out from the shock. He woke up in a medic's tent, where he was told that all three of his sons had perished. The battle was lost.
Arlan had fallen.
With the subjugation of the kingdom, the Arlanian military was no more. The few soldiers who survived that day fled the country, seeking refuge in the nations that still stood. Upon hearing rumors that Prince Robert Mure was alive, however, Damon tried to seek him out. While he is well aware that these might be little more than tall tales, he continues, for he has nothing else in his life to live for anyways.
Habits:
- Flashbacks and night terrors
- Drinking
- Has a sweet tooth
- Sings (surprisingly well)
Fears:
- Magic
- Dishonor
- Losing loved ones
- The End of the World.
Hobbies:
- Sparring
- Running
- Ancient History
- Dogs
- Reading
- Music
Other: He is missing the ring and little fingers on his left hand.
Had three sons, from oldest to youngest: Conor, Dillon, Carlin.
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