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Damaan Gerault - Details

Born

10 February 901

- 22 March 998

Died

STR

9 (-1)

DEX

14 (2)

CON

12 (1)

INT

13 (1)

WIS

15 (2)

CHA

18 (4)

Acrobatics

2

Animal Handling

4

Arcana

1

Athletics

2

Deception

4

History

1

Insight

2

Intimidation

4

Investigation

1

Medicine

1

Nature

1

Perception

2

Performance

4

Persuasion

4

Religion

2

Sleight of Hand

2

Stealth

2

Survival

2

MAX HP

58

Speed

30 feet

Occupation

Charlatan

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Sorcerer

AC

11

Age

21

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Damaan Gerault presents himself as the last scion of a forgotten noble house, a sorcerer of prodigious talent seeking to restore his family's honor. In reality, he is a cunning orphan from the gutters of Coia, born with a silver tongue and an insatiable hunger for the wealth and status he was denied. His life as a petty con artist changed forever when he stumbled upon a pulsating, crystalline shard near one of the mysteriously reactivated Bukhara Spire Gateways. The shard, a fragment of the gateway itself, fused with his ambition, granting him access to wild, terrifyingly powerful magic he could barely control. Seeing this as his ticket to the life he craved, Damaan crafted a new identity. He learned of the resurgent Silk Dominion and their quest to find the artifacts of the sorcerer Redevus. With carefully constructed lies and flashy, albeit unpredictable, displays of his newfound power, he convinced the Dominion's leadership that he was a distant descendant of Redevus's lineage, uniquely qualified to help their cause. Now, he plays a dangerous game, seeking the real artifacts for the Dominion while secretly hoping to find a way to master the chaotic power he wields before it consumes him or his ruse is discovered.

Description

A striking young man with sharp, intelligent features and piercing green eyes that seem to analyze everything for its potential value. He stands at an average height with a lean, wiry build, always impeccably dressed in fine silks of deep purple and black, accented with gaudy gold jewelry. His dark, shoulder-length hair is often artfully disheveled. He carries no traditional staff or spellbook, instead, a small, leather-bound satchel at his hip from which a faint, almost imperceptible violet light occasionally pulses. His posture is one of practiced arrogance, and a smirk is rarely far from his lips.
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