Obituary: Sir Daemon Dracone died from what seemed to be poison, after freeing captives in the Gray Forest and then being stabbed by one who turned on him suddenly.

Description: Tall and fair haired, Daemon is the picture perfect representation of knightly elegance straight from the Oathlands. With shining locks of hair and a young face devoid of blemishes, his fading youth can barely be noticed against his pale skin. Catching emerald eyes are often curious or set forward in a dutiful gaze. His build is what one would expect from someone who's spent years training with both blade and social etiquette, carrying himself with regal posture while at the same time being toned to a warrior's physique. Broad shoulders compliment his more slender arms, honed to a certain finesse without losing their strength.

Personality: For all of his life he has been subservient to the codes of honor that form the backbone of Valardin. He is soft spoken and kind whilst he keeps a strong-as-steel pride into his every action. Some would say his authoritative voice was off-putting, but oft it would carry smooth words and reassuring promises to its intended listener. Patience and quiet reverence are two words that may describe him best.

Background: Daemon Dracone was born into a Knightly retainer family of the Oathlands. From a young age he was made to follow in his own ancestor's footsteps to walk the path of a Knight, swearing to codes of honors and learning the way of sword and horse-riding. Several years were spent with his nose buried in textbooks of etiquette and training with sword and shield all the while. Never a moment of his childhood was spent with play, always in practice and martial training. One might think that such ardous childhood would lead to a rather hard and cynical child, but by some anomaly the opposite became true. Daemon was a bright and happy child even through the demands of his family's desire to hone him into another proud and rigorous member of their ilk. He performed with flying colors without a single complaint. Some still believe he might just be holding it all in for one disastrous meltdown.

For some years the rumor of the Dracone's extinction began to build in the circles they frequented. After his father's disappearance, Daemon set off on a voyage away from Arvum and before long the letters stopped coming in. It didn't exactly make a large splash in the history books though, they'd always been minor and unlanded with their most significant feature being their loyalty to Valardin. But then one day, Daemon resurfaced on board a merchant ship that had settled into Arx's harbor. His disappearance having been a quest to find where his family had disappeared to, a quest that he had failed at. It's a burden he freely admits is his deepest regret, the one stain he'd never be able to repeal from his duties.

Relationship Summary

Enemy:

Germs - *SWEEP SWEEP SWEEP*

Acquaintance:
Patron:

Cambria - She sees a future in my dreams. I see a future serving at her side.

Oathlands:

Anabelle - The girl with the most wonderful dinner parties.

Demura - My liege.

Alarissa - The Princess and her elegant dog.

Friend:

Jeffeth - My brother!

Theron - Lord Mazetti's blade is as quick as his wit!

Ally:

Thena - Oh captain my captain!

Hadrian - Kind Marquis-consort.