Destrian was born to a family of middle nobility. His mother's first
husband was a nobleman who passed away from malaria. That marriage boosted
her up in the social ladder. Eventually she remarried to a banker who was
Destrian's father.
Destrian's father was a quiet man who kept to himself all day, but managed
finances to perfection. His financial skills were so good that he came to
the attention of the king and was offered a job on the mainland. His father
took the offer and they moved from the island where Destrian spent the first
ten years of his life.
At the age of thirteen he enlisted in the king's army and fought his first
battle at the age of fourteen. It was known as "The Battle of Rivers." The
king's men fought off the rebels giving Destrian the first taste of victory,
but with it a sense of dread for the vanquished. The blood, gore and
emotional turmoil he witnessed them going through resonated something within
him. A calling to heal the wounded and stave off pain.
His general eventually gave into Destrian's request to be transferred to the
royal church where he could learn the healing arts. Two years he spent
there aiding the sick, poor and wounded until he was captured by a band of
vagabonds. They knew his father was richer than most and demanded a ransom
of three million gold coins. His father paid the random instantly.
After the his safe return to his family. Destrian felt responsible for the
incident to the point of being a burden to his family. He made his feelings
known to them and took council with the church. Everytime he kneeled before
the altar he felt the pull for him to leave and seek other lands where
people would not know his family history and where he could give aid freely
to those who need it. Then finally one day he kissed his mother and father
and left down a road whose end he did not know.
Description:
Warm, shining, emerald green eyes look calmly back at you. His skin has
the same color of sand after a brief rain. Two brief marks can be seen on
his wrists. They don't look like scars, but something has happened to them.
He stands just tall enough to peak over an old saloon door. Most of his
clothing is disturbingly clean except for his light gray boots. Everything
about him seems in order. His coal black hair is cut short and parted
neatly, the creases in his clothes stand out from where they were folded and
even his nails are tightly trimmed.
Sorry I attacked you but I thought you had gone full Glugg and turned traitor. But still, you could've made this into interesting roleplay, instead you just deleted.
I mean, come on, I didn't even kill you, why rage delete?
DigitalText
0 , 0 , 0 .
I'm going to second that, since Ozaru summarized it in a broad sense, and since Eywin mentioned it directly. The roleplay opportunity was definitely there, and also extended some beyond the character itself.
I hate that I won't get revenge, although I liked the fact that you'd attack an evil race based on lore rather than waiting like a dunce to be attacked first.
DigitalText 
0 , 0 , 0 . Yeah. "Noooo," is what I said, too. ivindel 
0 , 0 , 0 . I always feel sad whenever you delete one of your characters. DigitalText 
0 , 0 , 0 . Me? I'm not Destrian.
ivindel 
0 , 0 , 0 . Of course, I know you are not Destrian. DigitalText 
0 , 0 , 0 . Yes, Santa's elves. Those nosy bastards are always reporting on every single one of us.
Destrian 0 , 0 , 0 . But I don't even know. @.@ I'm sure you've mistaken me for someone else, Ivindel.
[reply to ivindel]Crazy Ivi. :P
You-know-who will know :)
Coal is OP.
/pitchfork
Sgeth 0 , 0 , 0 . Says the guy who deletes his keepermaster 3 months after character creation.
[reply to Ozaru]I mean, come on, I didn't even kill you, why rage delete?
DigitalText 
0 , 0 , 0 . I'm going to second that, since Ozaru summarized it in a broad sense, and since Eywin mentioned it directly. The roleplay opportunity was definitely there, and also extended some beyond the character itself.
[reply to Eywin]Hope you return, man.
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