Damon Andaris

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Damon Andaris
Posts: 52
Joined: Sun Apr 30, 2017 5:01 am
Race: Human
Profession: Merchant
Renown: 32
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Damon Andaris

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Full Name: Damon Andaris
Race: Human
Birthdate: 17 Ashan 694 (23)

Profession: Wine Merchant
Location: Andaris

Fluent: Common
Broken: Rakahi

Marks: Palenon (Approval)
Faction: N/A

Likes: Wine, women, men, bliss, relaxation.
Dislikes: Stress, politics, complications, conflict.
Merits: Easygoing, fun, doesn't care about status.
Flaws: Anxious, not good at talking about feelings, can seem frivolous.

Sexuality: Queer
Partners: N/A
Sister: Odessa Andaris
Appearance


Damon is tall and handsome. He stands at 6'3", inheriting his height from his father. His skin is tanned, and when in public, there is always a gleaming smile dancing on his face. His eyes and hair are dark, but his hair is immaculately groomed, seemingly effortlessly. His shoulders are broad, and his stance is muscled, indicative of the rigorous physical exercise he puts himself through - mostly through the form of bar brawls. While he may seem calm and casual, walking with a deliberate swagger, keen observers might notice a telling tic - he bites his bottom lip, and clenches his fists, when things break through his veneer more than he wishes to let on. He dresses often in the family black colours, and always wears his Andaris pendant.

Damon has a lightning scar on his right hand that indicates he is marked by the Immortal Ilaren.

Faceclaim: Sean O'Pry
Personality


What you see of Damon is simply a veneer. He is always the life of the party. Always smiling, laughing, dancing, finding himself in the midst of mischief. A bar brawl? He's there. Drinking games? He'll drink you under the table. A ball, late night visit to the brothel, drunken wanderings through the streets? Damon is simply out for a good time, he'll tell you, laughing and swigging back another gulp of wine. Damon is easygoing, always letting the party take him where it will. He'll laugh with you, poke fun at you, and fall down with you, when you've both had too much to drink.

A high-functioning alcoholic, the drink is not simply there because he feels like it. Damon suffers from crippling anxiety, surrounded by the pressures of being the oldest son and in the Andaris line of succession. Rather than confront the problems head on, Damon finds that his anxiety lessens the most when he drinks and avoids responsibilities. However, his alcoholism has had a negative impact on his relationships with his family, who view him much like they do his father: a simpleton, an addict. Damon is frustrated, but far too reliant on drink to change that. As such, while he cares a deep amount, he lacks the ability to say so, leaving more people than not with the entirely wrong opinion of Damon's heart.
History


Damon was born to Lily and Hector Andaris, the first of the four children. He was only a year older than his younger brother, but still, there was a certain expectation of the eldest that was not bestowed upon the other children. While he was young, this did not have a negative effect. Indeed, it meant he benefited from the doting of his parents, and the noble education they provided to their first child. But as he grew older, and his younger siblings came, Damon began to be rather unhappy with his lot in life.

Ironic, for a child of such wealth and privilege to resent that very same status that afforded him the wealth to destroy it. After school, he would sneak out with the common children, coming home late to the family mansion, and often either drunk or high. His mother was exasperated with him, for throwing away his status so easily, and did everything she could to hide his fragile state from the world. His father, also an opioid addict, could not offer any support to the boy, and so Damon's dependence on the drugs and wine went unchecked.

Damon did try at certain times to give up the drugs. But he found that as soon as he stopped, his anxiety crept up on him, to the point where often he was even too anxious to leave his room. Better to be drunk and functional, he reasoned, than sober and crippled. Damon kept drinking, and while he ostensibly has a job with the Andaris Wine Cellar, he does the bare minimum, preferring instead to enjoy life, and avoid the realities of noble life, and all the dangers that come with it.

But how long until reality catches up to the drug-addled Damon? And what will he do when it does?

Starter Quest

Man, that Garen is downright irritating and borderline malicious. What you wouldn't do to get even with him. Armed with a new source of power, vengeance has crossed your mind more than once. Ilaren may have suggested that you let the other guy win from time to time, but Garen isn't just the "other guy." Will you seek him out for his final punishment, or will you finally forgive him?
Skills
Skill Points Acquired Points Spent Proficiency
Negotiation 10/100 10/251 Novice
Persuasion 10/100 10/251 Novice
Seduction 26/100 26/251 Competent
Unarmed Combat: Brawling 38/100 NA: FT Competent
Vinting 18/100 15/251 Novice
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Starting Package: Vinting 15, Seduction 15, Negotiation 10, Persuasion 10
Racial Bonus: Unarmed Combat
Fast Track: Unarmed Combat
Palenon: Unarmed Combat 3
CS Approval: Seduction 6, Psychology 3, Vinting 3 [NH]
Thread Points Awarded Points Spent Points Remaining
I'm Coming Home 15 Unarmed 10, Seduction 5 0
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Knowledge


Skills

Acting: Putting On A Front To Cover Being High As A Kit Detection: Using Body Language To Know When Someone Is Upset Endurance: Relaxing Into The Effects of the Drug Etiquette: Ever Ready To Play The Part of Nobility
Etiquette: Better To Not Cause A Scene In Front of the Nobles Psychology: Ending the Anxiety with Booze (NH) Seduction: Buying Someone A Drink Works (SP)
Seduction: Never Settle for the First Goods You See (NH) Unarmed Combat: Bar Brawls (SP)
Unarmed Combat: Below the Belt Vinting: The Effects of Oxygen on Wine (SP)

Places

Location: Malcolm and Elyna's Estate

History

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Religion

Ilaren: Blessing of Palenon (NH)
Immortal: Ilaren (SP) Palenon: Use of Alcohol to Liven a Party (NH)

Culture

Reevi: A Relaxing Drug

Languages

x

People

Elyna: Malcolm's Partner Garen (NPC): Former Classmate, Douchebag (NH) Lei'lira: Lady of the House Warrick Malcolm: A Respectful Host Odessa Andaris: Sister (SP)
Odessa Andaris: A Firecracker With You At Home Vaughn: Malcolm's Son
Vaughn: Old Friend
Vaughn: Has Been Through A Lot Violet: Lady of the House Warrick Zedarius: Could Quiet Odessa, Thankfully

Other

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Devotion Reason
+10 Seasonal Blessing
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Housing


Damon has chosen not to live in the family mansion, due to the constant nagging of his mother, but he does visit often enough to placate her. His own home, a small apartment in the Andaris midtown, is an open plan room, with his bed a prominent centrepiece, a casual suggestion.
Items


Wardrobe

  • Black cloak, black pants, brown boots, white shirt, undergarments (SP).

Work

  • -

Furniture

  • One bed (SP).
  • Two chairs (SP).
  • One table (SP).
  • One chest (SP).
  • One fireplace (SP).
  • Two knives (SP).
  • Set of six plates (SP).
  • Two sets of eating utensils (SP).

Misc

  • One set of toiletries. (SP)
  • One waterskin (SP).
  • A potted plant he's named Fred, as a joke. He can't take the responsibility of having a pet, so a plant it is. (SP)

Prized Possession

A black metal pendant with the Andaris dragon carved into it. Damon wears this around his neck at all times.
Ledgers
Item Debit Credit Total
Starting Package - +100gn 100gn
Fame: Reason Positive Negative Total
Human +10 - +10
Human in Rynmere +10 - +20
Merchant +10 - +30
Being High - -1 +29
Bringing Drugs - -2 +27
Attending a Dinner Party +5 - +32
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Thread List


Ashan 717

  • 18: It's Just Business
    PCs: Damon, Tristan Venora.
    Summary: Damon and Tristan make a business deal.
    Status: Ongoing.
  • 55: Expensive Salmon And A Dungeon
    PCs: Damon, Lorena.
    Summary: Damon finds out Lorena is alive after rescuing her from the dungeons.
    Status: Ongoing.
  • 57: I'm Coming Home
    PCs: Damon, Malcolm, Elyna, Violet, Vakhanor, Vaughn, Lei'lira, Zedarius, Odessa.
    Summary: Damon attends Lord Malcolm's homecoming.
    Status: Complete.
  • 57: Going Out
    PCs: Damon, Vaughn.
    Summary: Damon helps Vaughn work through things with alcohol and fighting.
    Status: Ongoing.
  • 62: House Guests
    PCs: Damon, Kes'Trel
    Summary: Damon lets an escaped slave move in.
    Status: Ongoing.

Memory

  • 115 Ashan 713: A Night To Remember
    PCs: Damon, Noble PCs.
    Summary: It's Lorena's 18th birthday.
    Status: Ongoing.
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Damon Andaris
Posts: 52
Joined: Sun Apr 30, 2017 5:01 am
Race: Human
Profession: Merchant
Renown: 32
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Wealth Tier: Tier 1

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Damon Andaris

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Palenon Story


6 Ashan 713

Staggering, he breathed heavily, leaning against the cool sandstone of the tavern. It was nearly dark, and the sun was a brilliant purple turning into dark blue, and there, on the horizon, were dark clouds, threatening a storm over the city of Andaris.

Damon’s vision swam. For once, he was not drunk. For once, he was not high. He was stone cold sober. And that was the problem. His mother’s shrill voice echoed hauntingly through his mind, snatches of phrases causing his mind to pound, his throat to close up.

Waste. Useless. Embarrassment.

Just like your father.

No. Damon shook his head, his heart hammering. No. He stood, pushing himself from the sandstone. Drink. He needed drink, something to stifle this anxiety, something to mellow out the tense joints, the tight lungs. A moment to still himself, and then, jerking forward as if he were attached to a puppeteer’s strings, he moved quickly forward into the tavern.

The warm glow of the light and the carousing of the commoners in the Midtown brought an easy smile to Damon’s face. As if it were effortless, his stance changed, becoming smooth, confident, charmed. A flash of a smirk to a pretty young man by the bar, and he leant against it, signalling for a pitcher of wine. The server put a glass beside it, but Damon shook his head, picking the pitcher up, drinking directly from the carafe. The young man eyed him, but Damon took off through the crowd, moving quickly. Never settle for the first goods you see.

As he moved, eyeing the men and women of the tavern, seeing who he would spend the night with, Damon drank. Quickly. By the time he reached the other side of the tavern, the pitcher was half gone, the wine easing Damon’s movements. He hummed to the tune of the band in the corner, playing off key as they were, and took another sip of his cheap wine. Not what he was used to from his family, but it would do the job.

“Yo, Andaris!”

The crowd around him stilled. Cursing silently, he turned around to see who had blown his cover. There, smirking, stood Garen, a classmate from school five years ago. Those who had heard the shout were looking at Damon with a renewed interest, eyeing the man, trying to figure out which Andaris he was and how close to the King. Fuck Garen. Damon did not come here for the pressures of his name, but rather to escape any pressures he would have at home.

“Can I do something for you, Garen?” Damon asked, false pleasantness in his tone, but those closest would see that his fists were tightly clenched.

“Into the drink again, Damon, eh?” Garen smirked, swaggering forward, swinging a giant hand onto Damon’s shoulder. His body jerked, wine sloshing in the carafe. Damon watched with cool eyes as the wine sloshed onto his coat, and he rose a hand to wipe the liquid from his shirt.

“You stained my blouse, Garen.” His tone was mild.

“Eh, nothing you haven’t done before. Remember that time when we were floatin’ behind school, right, and you upchucked all over your clothes? Seems much hasn’t changed, eh?”

Muttering started around the pair, rumours already circling. An Andaris, behaving such a way? His mother’s voice flashed through his head once again. Embarrassment.

“Look, is there something I can help you with? Otherwise I’m going back to my evening.” Damon sidestepped his hand, moving a step away from Garen. The bigger man smirked, knowingly.

“Naw, I don’t need no help. You seem to, though. Half a pitcher in, and been here five trills?” Garen chuckled, clearly thinking himself clever. Damon sighed, shaking his head, turning around and making away. “Too much like your old man. Apple don’t fall far, do it?”

Damon stilled. Apple don’t fall far. Embarrassment. Waste. Useless. Like your father like your father like your father. Gently, he placed the pitcher of wine on a nearby table, nodding politely to the patrons that sat there, observing the Andaris with wide eyes.

And then, he whirled.

Roaring, he sprung into action, his fist curled and aimed toward Garen’s face. The other man had been expecting it, though, and ducked, bringing his own fist up and into Damon’s stomach. His breath rushed out of him, winded, and Damon staggered for a moment. Garen took the opportunity to bring his other fist up and to Damon’s jaw. His jaw clicked together, and Damon tasted blood, but the alcohol and rage kept him going. Stepping back, Damon realigned his bodyweight, before punching forward again. This time, he hit, his fist going to Garen’s jaw, and connecting. He used the opportunity to knee Garen in the balls, and Garen yelled, his face red. He dropped to the ground, and Damon laughed, triumphant, the rush of the battle going to his head. He didn’t let this stop him, though, and Damon jumped onto Garen, straddling the man’s stomach, his fists going over and over and over into the man’s jaw. Blood spurted through his teeth, but Damon kept punching and punching.

Waste. Useless. Like your father.

Hands grabbed Damon from behind, and a knee slammed into his spine. He roared in pain, and the hands of the bartenders grabbed Damon, dragging him even as he struggled to go back to Garen, and threw him out onto the street. “Stay the fuck out!” they roared, but Damon barely heard them, curled up on the ground, panting, head swimming. Still, his heart beat, but the ringing in his head slowly abated. His jaw ached, and he struggled to breathe, but then.

He laughed.

Curled up on the ground, he stayed there, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

And only as he calmed did he realise there was another chuckling with him.

Aching, he hauled himself up, vision swimming, and he looked to the wall that he himself had been leaning against before. There, in the same place he had been, stood a tall woman, beautiful, but strong.

“Have fun?” she asked, with a chuckle in his voice. “I’d hate to see the other guy.”

Damon spat a cough of blood out onto the ground, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before labouringly standing. Everything ached, but he couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah…”
he said, smirking at the woman, a flirtatious grin marred by the blood on his teeth and the bruise blossoming on his jaw. “Look, let’s just say, his smile might scare some ladies away in the future.”

She laughed again, and it warmed his heart. She was easy to laugh, it seemed, and quick to smile. Damon grinned in response. “Damon,” he said, stepping forward, stretching a hand. If his gait was limping, she didn’t mention it.

“Ilaren,” she replied, grasping his hand, and he coughed suddenly. His hand froze in her strong grip, and she laughed again. “Calm down, Damon. I ain’t no ghost.” Damon swallowed, shaking his head as if to clear it, before allowing himself to shake her hand back.

“You know, for someone as old as you,” he said, smirk coming back to his lips, “you’re looking pretty damn fine.” She laughed, and his heart clenched. He wanted to make her laugh all the time.

“I like you, Damon,” she said, shaking her head. Damon cocked an eyebrow.

“Is that because I won?” She snorted.

“Nah, I’d probably like you more if you’d lost. But you do alright.”

“Well thanks. Pretty high praise, coming from Ilaren.”

She smiled, then looked to the heavens. “Storm’s coming.” Damon looked up. She was right. The threatening clouds covered the sky completely, heavy and pendulous. “Will be a loud one.”

Damon smiled at her. “That’s your thing, though, right? You don’t sound too upset.”

“I’m not. In fact… lightning is coming in three… two… one.”

A flash of light. Searing pain. And then a pause, and rolling thunder, deafening Damon. He flinched, looked to his arm, and saw spindly burns running up his hand. Damon stared, uncomprehendingly, before looking to her with wide eyes.

Ilaren smiled, nodded her head, knowingly. Damon had no words, his veneer finally broken.

“Let the other guy win, sometimes, Damon. Enjoy the storm.” Ilaren turned, wandered down through the streets, and Damon stood with his flesh on fire, watching her leave.

And that’s when the rain started.
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