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Daimon

Son of Marss (The Father)

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a character in “The Reckoning of Daimon”, as played by Whiskey Go Dark

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The Family of Daimon is one of the most powerful, with more than 40 million of his 'children'.

Description

Name: Daimon, son of Marss

Age: 80 years old, but given the increased orbit time of his own planet around their home sun, he would be 166 Earth years old.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Daimon is strongly built, with short, greying, black hair. His eyes are grey. Standing around 8'3", he is capable of overpowering most of his own race, let alone the physically weaker human race. He wears blue military type attire, under a blue cloak.

Role: The Father (the family)

Personality: The father is, by tradition, the darker, and more dominant of the matrimonial pair. Damon's dark side is manifested not as evil, but as aggression towards others, sometimes even those in his own family. When he has no target to attack, his nature is more caring, but nowadays, he listens more to the words of his eldest son, Haji, who he has taken on as his military advisor, and soon to be heir.

History: Daimon fought in the family war between Marss and his younger sibling, Reyko. Both had been blessed with large families, however, Reyko was still bitter about being shunned from a share of his inheritance. The battle ended with Reyko losing a duel against Marss, and his abdication of power to Marss, bringing the two families together. Reyko committed suicide the following day. Daimon once claimed to have met a beautiful young doctor whilst visiting a friend in hospital to his friends at a bar. The following week, he had proposed to her, with Marss' blessing. After the marriage, Marss passed on his wealth and standing to Daimon, now head of his own family with children on the way.

So begins...

Daimon's Story

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The voice of the Mother, was rarely heard, Yurik thought to himself, on his way to the briefing chambers. Whatever it is that she will ask of me must be of utmost importance to her, even more so as Father prepares his fleet.
As he made haste down the long twisting corridors of the ship, illuminated by blue lights, he places a three-fingered hand on some sort of pad outside a door on the left. He takes a breath to steady himself, then enters.

This room is brightly lit, with spotlights focusing on a round center table. A hooded figure sits on the far side, the overhead lights failing to show her face. It raises a hand to Yurik, gesturing him to approach.
"Come, Yurik." a soft, female voice whispers, almost disembodied - for a moment, Yurik thought the voice had come from the ceiling.
Slowly, but with little fear, he walks towards the table, and sits opposite the figure.
"Do you know why I've summoned you, Yurik?" the voice asks, in a soft, sweet voice.
"In all honesty, Mother, I have no idea. Is this about Father's plans to destroy the planet called 'Earth'?"
"Yes," the Mother smiles, her mouth becoming visible beneath the hood - soft lips on a pale, blue-tinted skin. "Your father finds the indigenous race to be of no interest to us, Yurik. These.... humans.... they are a race of war and violence, and lust, according to his 'soldiers'."
"That's not the truth, Mother. These creatures have advanced culture, and above average communication systems. They even have council structures, similar to our own. And that's-"
"-exactly why you are here, Yurik." The Mother interrupts. "You are the foremost expert on their lifestyle and believe there is some hope in this race - that is why I have chosen you."
"Chosen me, for what?" he asks, somewhat bewildered.
"You can help me to prove that there is some hope for the humans."
"Why can't you convince Father to sto-"
"Your father," the mother begins, her voice more firm, "listens or answers to no-one, not even myself in a time of war. The time for reasoning on the words of trust is gone, my son. We must have proof, and the support of the family. Only then will he give up this notion that they are a threat to us."
"....So, what would you have me do, Mother?"
"My child, I want you to go down to the surface of this planet, and document these creatures, then bring back evidence that shows this species for what it is. I will give you any assistance you need, and will try to buy you as much time as I can, but you must do this quickly, before it is too late."
Yurik thinks for a moment, his gaze fixed on the table.
"Very well. I will do what I can and must."
"Thank you, Yurik." she says softly, rising from her chair. "If it will help you, you may assemble a team to go with you." Leaning down, she kisses him on the forehead. "Let me know when you are ready to leave."
"Thank you, Mother." he says quietly, as she leaves the room by the same door. The Mother's kiss was a blessing, given to those who have done their duty for the good of the family. He feels a warmth inside, telling him that he can do this, and with a sense of importance, he returns to his quarters, and begins to plan his trip....