Damascus Vieri
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The Silver Tongued Swashbuckler
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FC: Michael Wincott as Comt de Rochfort
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Personal Information
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Damascus Vieri
Tall and sinewey with the angled jaw of someone more comfortable in the plush comfort of society rather than on the deck of an airship. The only trace of a tell that he belongs on that deck is the violently removed left eye covered by a large green bandanna. He still bears the well dressed trappings of a nobility long since behind him, a smart vest over a silk shirt tucked into smart black pantaloons, which are themselves tucked into high-topped supple leather boots. Draped over his shoulders, obscuring the beautiful damascus silver scimitar and his left arm, is a deep emerald green cloak.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race/Main: Half Elf
Race/Sub: equivalent of Irish
Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames: Technically "Lord" but he gave that up, Dam
Sexual Orientation: Straight but secure
Birthplace: Carpage Isle
Marking|Tattoos|Piercings: Missing eye replaced by a purple glowing silver orb that had once been used to summon and control a daemon. Theres a long scar over his eyes and disappearing to the back of his neck from when he lost the eye. On the middle of his right forearm there is a brand of a fleur de lis crossed by an executioners ax.
Height: 6' dead
Weight: 142 lbs
Physical Condition: Runners and/or swimmers physique, all tightly corded muscle
Former Residence: Manor Vieri in the center of Carpage Isle
Family/Relatives: Lord Maalcome and Lady Valerie Vieri parents, Atticus Vieri, brother
Friends/Comrades: Former crew all dead so the only people he's got left in the world are the crew of the Wayfarer and the various contacts and port associates he'd made on almost every isle before falling in with the Wayfarer
Enemies: The Vieri Family, most of Carpage Isle; as well as the friends of anyone he's ever dueled or who found him with their wife
Rivals: Atticus Vieri, his brother
Organizations/Tribes/Clans: Crew of the Wayfarer
Former Affiliations: The court of Carpage Isle as the representative of the Vieri family
Disabilities: Missing left eye
Personality: Affable, personable, can talk to anyone about anything and come out with what he wants from them one way or another. He is slow to anger and when there its a cold icy anger. Quick of wit and of blade, both cutting just as easily, he naturally makes enemies and friends alike.
Likes: Witty conversation, beautiful girls, a good pint, a bracing sword fight, and the color green
Dislikes: Rude or chivalrous behavior, despots, tyrants, oppression of freedom
Psychological Condition: very stable, until it comes to dealing with his family or daemons.
Alignment: CN
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Equipment
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:Attire: see description
:Protection: He has a small cube that when activated opens up and from it can be withdrawn his specially made and fitted onyx and crimson combat armor, otherwise he uses no armor
:Weapon(s): a beautifully made silver damascus forged scimitar named Lizbet after the first mate of his first ship. He also carries a pair of dueling pistols and a brace of throwing knives stashed on various places of his body as well as a long knife in his boot.
:Accessories/Misc: In his cabin he has a clutch of mementos of his past as well as the trappings of his 'family' and former station. Also his gently pointed ears are both pierced and he sports a pair of small simple gold hoops.
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|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
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His eye having been replaced by a daemonic orb, it hasn't restored the sight of that eye, but it has endowed him with a few abilities. It allows him to detect magic and supernatural phenomena, which has allowed him to gain the upper hand in duels as well as negotiations. It has also imbued him, in dire circumstances, slight daemonic powers; daemonic fire, bolts of magic, etc... Though because of his hatred of daemons he is loathe to use them even if his life depends on them.
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Past History
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He started out his life with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth. He was the son of Lord and Lady Vieri, part of the landed gentry of Carpage Isle. In fact they were one of the leading families of Carpage. Growing up he was taught the intricacies of court politics and speaking. Part of that education was the blade and pistol that was the standard way of settling arguments on Carpage. He excelled in both areas of study, especially the blade, eventually his father commissioning him a beautiful silver damascus silver sword, the special style of metal shaping he'd been named for, strong, beautiful, and sharp. The Vieri family had made its money through the economic trade market of Carpage. The actual goods being traded by the family being unknown to Damascus and Atticus as well as most of the other families. One day while he was looking through court documents in his fathers office he came across invoices for their family business. He was horrified to learn that the trade his family name was built upon, was the slave trade. Confronting his father and mother about it he was brushed off and instructed to keep quiet about the whole affair, he refused. So Lord and Lady Vieri had no other choice but to disown him, framing him for the rape and murder of one of their scullery maids. As a noble he was above the conventional law of the land but he was sentenced to banishment by the court of nobles. As an outcast it had the added effect of making sure his word was worse less than that of a servant, no matter how much he protested to the court of Carpage. He was stripped of his rank and title and given the brand of the outcast, marking him for death should he return to Carpage. After his banishment he was picked up by the captain of The Crippled Mare Lizbet Johannesen. He made an impression on her and the rest of the crew and was taken in for the last four years of the ships life. It all came to an unexpected and disastrous end on the Isle of Death, as it came to be called. Their ship had been responding to a distress flare sent up by the island and when they arrived they found the inhabitants having been slaughtered by some unknown force. Sifting among the wreckage they found one lone man clutching a silver orb. Thinking he had information as to what had happened they approached him, to their chagrin, he knew more than they had bargained for. Turning on them, eyes blazing with daemonic fire as the orb shook and rumbled in his hand. The only word in the twisted tongue that he was able to catch was Nozgog, the daemon in question being summoned to his side. It threw itself at the crew of the Mare, tearing through them like tissue paper. It got down to where it was only Lizbet and Damascus left. To make a long story short, Lizbet sacrificed herself distracting Nozgog so Damascus could kill the tattered man, severing the daemons link to this plane of existance. During the fight he had taken a blow to his head, destroying his eye.
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Current History
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After his former crew and captain had been slaughtered by the daemon Nozgog and the ship having been battered against the isle by the ensuing magical typhoon from the sudden severing of a daemonic link, he was picked up by the Wayfarer. He was found among the carnage, Lizbet slumped across his lap, and he was clutching the orb. He was taken on after giving his crew a proper burial, no one asking him a question. Even if they had he wouldn't have told them anything. Eventually he was accepted on as a part of the crew. His position being cemented with the captain after he was successfully able to negotiate them out of being blown out of the sky by the full force of a local militia through a combination of oratory mastery and skill with his newly named blade, Lizbet.
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