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Born to a tribe that he refuses to disclose unless under the express direction of a copious amount of alcohol, Dayir was cast away from the Steppe, finding himself alone and defenseless in a continent that would rather see him dead than thrive. Only through the benevolent actions of a kind benefactor was he kept from the ever-expanding abyss of death that awaited him. The Lord Laurent, both his caretaker and the source of his unusual surname for his race, managed the impossible task of raising a wild teenager of a wild people into a refined, noble man. He might have entered politics. Can you imagine? However, Dayir was bitter, and the spite of what cast him away still lingered in the young man's heart. Where most would have turned to vengeance, Dayir, curiously enough, turned towards information. His people were ignorant. He would not be. His people were poor. He would not be. He learned to fight from drunken escapades through noble houses, and refined his brawling into something more powerful with the proper tutelage and harsh instruction. Already voracious for knowledge, he set out with a final 'thank you' to stake his claim on Hydaelyn. | Born to a tribe that he refuses to disclose unless under the express direction of a copious amount of alcohol, Dayir was cast away from the Steppe, finding himself alone and defenseless in a continent that would rather see him dead than thrive. Only through the benevolent actions of a kind benefactor was he kept from the ever-expanding abyss of death that awaited him. The Lord Laurent, both his caretaker and the source of his unusual surname for his race, managed the impossible task of raising a wild teenager of a wild people into a refined, noble man. He might have entered politics. Can you imagine? However, Dayir was bitter, and the spite of what cast him away still lingered in the young man's heart. Where most would have turned to vengeance, Dayir, curiously enough, turned towards information. His people were ignorant. He would not be. His people were poor. He would not be. He learned to fight from drunken escapades through noble houses, and refined his brawling into something more powerful with the proper tutelage and harsh instruction. Already voracious for knowledge, he set out with a final 'thank you' to stake his claim on Hydaelyn. | ||
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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;"> | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Medium-length, not quite long enough that it would potentially get in the way of his work. It matches well with his bright, glowing white limbal rings that dominate his gaze.</div> |
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:<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;">''Physique & Markings''</div> | :<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;">''Physique & Markings''</div> | ||
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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;"> Dayie keeps the physique that can only mark one who has done extensive travel and training. While not some muscle-bound strongman, Dayir is nonetheless more than strong enough to | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;"> Dayie keeps the physique that can only mark one who has done extensive travel and training. While not some muscle-bound strongman, Dayir is nonetheless more than strong enough to fight those larger than he, and make hiw way out of a difficult situation. He is lean, and firm, due to his many years spent traveling and hunting. Though he's acquired several scars over the course of his life, he has no significant markings to speak of.</div> |
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:<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;">''Hygiene & Attire''</div> | :<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#999999;font-family:Georgia;border-bottom:1px;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:0.2em;font-variant: small-caps;">''Hygiene & Attire''</div> | ||
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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Dayir's hygiene may vary, depending on where he is at any given moment. It can be difficult to stay clean on a long trip | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Dayir's hygiene may vary, depending on where he is at any given moment. It can be difficult to stay clean on a long trip. He keeps himself presentable, however, once he's home. Dayir takes great care to make certain that he holds himself to a high enough standard, while not being overly narcissistic. How well he does with that last goal depends on who you ask.</div> |
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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;"> Dayir hides much underneath his veil of confidence and upright mannerisms. While he would never be prone to outright change his personality on the fly, much of his past experiences have left a world-weary man in their wake, and it often shows in everything from his gaze, to his anecdotes. Nonetheless, nothing has downtrodden him so far that he loses his sharp wit, and | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;"> Dayir hides much underneath his veil of confidence and upright mannerisms. While he would never be prone to outright change his personality on the fly, much of his past experiences have left a world-weary man in their wake, and it often shows in everything from his gaze, to his anecdotes. Nonetheless, nothing has downtrodden him so far that he loses his sharp wit, and curious gaze. Dayir truly takes great joy in studying the world around him, and he would never admit the (admittedly small) embers of kindness that have stayed alight in his soul. A wandering soul, Dayir refuses to stay in one place for too long, leaving as quickly as he arrived. </div> |
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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Dayir speaks with the tonality of a man with experience under his belt, even though his age wouldn't show it. | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Dayir speaks with the tonality of a man with experience under his belt, even though his age wouldn't show it. Playful and forward, Dayir is just as likely to jest as he is to speak with a serious tone.</div> |
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− | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Dayir is well-spoken, and it extends to his manner. Walking tall, Dayir rings with confidence and | + | ::<div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:13px; color:#999999;">Dayir is well-spoken, and it extends to his manner. Walking tall, Dayir rings with both confidence and wit in equal measure, and far prefers moving outside of his comfort zone and tackling something head-on, as opposed to sitting about, deliberating about it. He carries the philosophy that every person is an opportunity, and every soul has a story, and something from which to be gained.</div> |
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− | : ● People who value knowledge and information; Those who are curious about the world; | + | : ● People who value knowledge and information; Those who are curious about the world; People who wish for freedom, much like he once did. |
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− | : ● Complacent individuals. Conversely, he enjoys pulling people out of their comfort zones; Those who would cause | + | : ● Complacent individuals. Conversely, he enjoys pulling people out of their comfort zones; Those who would cause others harm with no good reason.</div></div> |
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− | : ● Tracking, hunting, armed and unarmed combat, exploration, cartography, reading and writing. | + | : ● Tracking, hunting, armed and unarmed combat, exploration, cartography, reading and writing, buying and selling, appraisal. |
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− | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2"> | + | : <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font size="2">Born to a tribe that he refuses to disclose unless under the express direction of a copious amount of alcohol, Dayir was cast away from the Steppe, finding himself alone and defenseless in a continent that would rather see him dead than thrive. Only through the benevolent actions of a kind benefactor was he kept from the ever-expanding abyss of death that awaited him. The Lord Laurent, both his caretaker and the source of his unusual surname for his race, managed the impossible task of raising a wild teenager of a wild people into a refined, noble man. He might have entered politics. Can you imagine? However, Dayir was bitter, and the spite of what cast him away still lingered in the young man's heart. Where most would have turned to vengeance, Dayir, curiously enough, turned towards information.</font></div><br> |
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The Basics
General Information Dayir Laurent is a man who carries a mystery all to himself. Some have known the man who delves into the deepest, most insane depths at the spurring of a mere rumor. That man is armed, covered in tools and equipment, a curious glint in his eye and a focused resolve on his expression. Several others know the man who walks with all the confidence that Hydaelyn can bestow, ancient jewelry hanging from his body, long coat billowing as he moves. That man is the one who finds himself with the strange, the arcane, and the beautiful, some curiosities going to the highest bidder... some going only Twelve know where. Making his living, ostensibly, as a merchant, Dayir is simply someone who wants what no one else knows exists, chasing artifacts, magickal research, and lost places, a hound for the lore of the world, and a man with the resolve and talent to seek it out.
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