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Lord Daerinnid de Soto
from the Daerinnid
Chronicles
“You’ve probably had
friends and colleagues and peers, but I haven’t, so I rather
don’t consider any of the things other people do at all.
Therefore, there are no depths for me to sink to, I suppose.”
Name: Lord Daerinnid de Soto
Race: Human
Age: 23
DOB: Mulich 20 (March 20)
Gender: male
Hair: medium sandy brown
Eye: gray
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Occupation: Herbalist/Alchemist/Aspiring Mage
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Religious Affil.: Agnostically inclined
Physical Description
Daerinnid crossed his arms and frowned at
Caerden. His patience for such superstitious babble was notoriously
short. “A mere coincidence? No. I think it’s one of the
most unfortunate coincidences imaginable.”
Daerinnid the the picture of your stereotypical beanpole mage, except
for the fact he's got no actual magical ability. He stands six feet and
an inch, his height expressed in a gangly manner. His frame is lean but
well-toned thanks to months of traveling, with broad shoulders and back.
While his muscles aren't readily noticeable, they do serve to round out
his figure a bit and prevent him from looking scrawny. His face is thin,
almost gaunt, with narrow lips twisted into a permanent frown and rough,
tanned skin drawn taut over his features. A firm, angular jaw
accentuates the frown, assisted by a pointy, squared-off chin and hollow
cheeks. Resting prominently on his countenance is a long, sharp nose,
perhaps a tad big, a crook midway down giving the impression it was once
broken (though it was not). Small, fierce, squinty gray eyes gaze out
from beneath a stern brow, with short, sparse lashes. His eyebrows are
long, clean, and straight, possessing enough thickness to make them
visible without being overbearing. Daerinnid wears multiple earrings in
each ear: two studs and a cuff on his left, three studs on his right. He
is one of the lucky few whose ears seem the right size and shape for his
head.
On top of all this is a mop of unruly, light sandy brown hair, parted
haphazardly along the center. It is longish on the top, the bangs
falling within half an inch of his brow, and layered progressively
shorter to the nape of his neck. The bangs are brushed aside his high
forehead.
Personality
“Oh, come on, Daerinnid, surely you must
have some human emotions beneath that façade of yours! Happiness,
sadness, loneliness, humor, joy, life!”
"Since I saw you last, I can say I’ve
had a taste of happiness, and I am rather well-acquainted with
sadness and grief. Loneliness is in a way foreign to me, and as for
humor, I have been told that I have none, which rather suits me
fine. Compassion I entertain when it serves my purposes, the
arrogance of noble birth plagues me always, the egoism of popularity
is deplorable, and while I have a taste of happiness, I can honestly
claim ignorance when it comes to joy. As for passion... I believe
that to be a joy found in doing something, ergo it is foreign. If
this answer quite satisfies you, would you kindly give me the
satisfaction of telling me why it is you stopped to talk to me in
the first place so I may deal with this and go on about my day?”
Grumpy, mean, and manipulative, Daerinnid is not exactly what you'd
call a hero. He is, in fact, the exact opposite: an aspiring evil
overlord who will one day have heroes attempting to dethrone him. He is
also the most perpetually unlucky person on the island, having met with
little success in his quest despite enduring 500 pages of the most inane
drivel ever assembled in one semi-coherent storyline.
To strangers, Daerinnid can be purposefully charming, able to weave
tales with a golden tongue and make people feel good about giving away
their money. He's very charismatic when he wants to be. Most of the
time, he's just irritable, snapping at his travel companions and sulking
in corners because he hasn't managed to conquer the island yet. He's a
smart man, but his plans never seem to turn out due to some curse from
the gods (or the writer). He really doesn't have a nice side to him; he's
only agreeable when he wants something, and any compassion he
accidentally shows is quickly obscured by his general disdain of people.
Either they're too stupid, too religious, too gullible, too annoying, or
too principled. The few he can stand he keeps close by: Rikard, Norman,
Hraewn, Teliu, and Caerden (to an extent). These five make up his inner
circle, and are the only people to whom Daerinnid ever opens up to. As
you can guess, the above quote is from one such rare conversation.
Daerinnid has two notable phobias, the first one of pigs (due to a
few unfortunate encounters with the beasts) and the other of tears and
runny noses. The latter disgusts him immensely. He once had Caerden cut
a shirt sleeve off after it came into contact with Neesa's runny nose.
History/Background
Daerinnid looked downward once more, cross with
himself. “A lot has changed in the past year, and I’ve recently
discovered telling things to people, while a piss-poor bit of sorry
miscalculation which will probably prove to be my downfall, is rather
preferable to simply walking around with it all stuffed in my head.
I’ll sacrifice a bit of security in exchange for a bit of relief.”
Born into nobility, Daerinnid dreamed of being a mage and studied
under the local mage for two years before discovering he was, for some
reason, unable to learn magic. His reaction: burn down the house of the
mage and his parents' manor, killing his teacher and parents. From
there, young Daerinnid set out on the road, where he made a nice living
conning villagers out of their money. Some years later, he stopped for
the night at the Black Pig Inn, where he encountered Neesa, the scourge
of his life, and his true journey began. Want more? Read
the story.
Outfit/Clothing
“I don’t care if you
dress me in pink, just hurry!”
“Pink? I don’t think so. It wouldn’t
compliment your complexion.”
The "classic"
Daerinnid outfit consists of a white under robe and hose, light blue
outer-robe, and his infamous golden circlet and white cloth "hat."
This is what Daerinnid wears normally when traveling on the road.
At times, Daerinnid has been seen in other garb, such as the infamous
"bumblebee"
getup, which consisted of black hose, boots, hat,
doublet, and half-cape, accented with yellow and gold. It was really
quite a smart outfit, but Daerinnid never took much of a liking to it.
During his stay in Rakkel, Daerinnid wore a dusky blue doublet
and pant set with silver filagree and white stockings.
As far as anything else goes, doublets, hose, pants, hats, in
medieval/fantasy styles are all fine. Daerinnid prefers simple outfits
with thread detailing. He's nobility, but prefers not to dress or act
it. (His table manners are simply atrocious.) He also has a large pack
filled with all his earthly possessions, including a book of potions
akin to the Compact Oxford English Dictionary.
Images
Images by Others
Additional Pictures: scattered around here.
Notable friends:
- Rikard
Prowley - Best friend and general psychopath. Rikard revels in
every form of sin: killing, boozing, womanizing, swearing, and even
some idolatry for good measure. His father was a an evil magician
who tried to take over the island; Rikard himself measures only
"public nuisance." He may be the most deplorable person
you'll ever meet, but he's also a brilliant historian and student of
arcane languages.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Invented a spell that temporarily
negates the effects of alcohol, made the triggering word "soberuppicus."
- Neesa Kersson -
She loves him, or so she claims. A country girl Daerinnid
accidentally picked up, Neesa has followed Daerinnid to the ends of
the island in a show of misguided devotion. She's not very bright,
but in terms of sheer determination she ranks top. Nobody knows what
she sees in Daerinnid.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Followed Daerinnid across entire length
of island, managed to get him into bed with her one night..
- Caerden Drasculson - Flamboyant son of most ancient wizard on the
island. His carefree lifestyle, penchant for games, and frequent
attempts to "correct" Daerinnid's fashion sense make him
one of the most obvious annoyances in Daerinnid's life. Bizarre
sense of humor and love of zombies don't help.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Turned own mother into zombie, dressed
Daerinnind in "bumblebee" ensemble.
- Hraewn - Black-feathered fairy man with a quirky accent and
a knack of large-scale mischief. Can transform between a child-sized
"human" form and that of a crow.
Noteworthy accomplishments: No noteworthy accomplishments, only
giant disasters.
- Norman "Whiskers" - Turned into a cat by an evil
wizard along with his wife Olivi, Norman never let his feline status
get in the way of running a successful tavern. Then his wife
received a divine message and he ended up traveling halfway across
the island.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Got Daerinnid to open up once.
- Olivi - Despite being a cat, Olivi is nevertheless
probably the strongest female character in the story. She's deeply
religious, a genuinely good person, a hero in every sense of the
word. The one shining, virtuous character. And she's a cat.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Tracked Daerinnid across the island only
to deliver undecipherable "message from the gods" that
left everyone scratching their heads.
- Shizuka -
Cheery, tonedeaf assassin whose antics always result in heaps of trouble.
Shizuka always means well, he just can never live up to his
intentions.
Noteworthy accomplishments: No noteworthy accomplishments, only
giant disasters.
- Marsius Pthelamos - Leader of the cannibal bandits, nice guy,
really. Very cultured and wise. Surrounded by puerile individuals.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Put up with Neesa for more than two
weeks.
- Litan Golbrook - Blind assassin/butler who fell in love with
Olivi, despite the fact she's married and a cat. A genuinely nice
guy. Nice guys always finish last.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Overcame disability of blindness
to become a trained killer.
- Torvwyn
Eprinmaierson - Shy, bookish Torvwyn works in the library of
Castle Rakkel, and rather likes Rikard. Considered to be Rikard's
better half.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Managed to keep Rikard sober for three
days.
- Aervwen -
Torvwyn's older brother, a quarter-elf ranger.
Noteworthy accomplishments: Shot a hawk flying in the air with a bow
and arrow, nearly scaring Rikard to death; nearly screwed Rikard
over with his machinations. Unfortunately for the forces of good on the island, he
failed.
- Alonriel
- Fairy Daerinnid met while in Sylph. Very pretty.
Incidental Info:
- Daerinnid's birthday is in March, just like mine!
- When the island of Keska launched, Daerinnid was one of the first
five characters!
- My personal nickname for Daer is "Sunshine." He hates
it.
- It's pronounced "day-rihn-nihd," but the nickname is
pronounced "dare."
- I am naming my firstborn son Daerinnid. No joke.
- His hat was a gift from his mother.
- I created Daerinnid before I read Harry Potter, making his
similarities to Professor Snape coincidental, and proof of the fact
Severus and I were meant for each other!
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