Dafyd Snowsong Race: Vantha Gender: Male Age: 25 Birthday: 68, Fall, 487 AV Birthplace: Avanthal
Appearance 5’11, about 140 lbs. Dafyd is an okay-looking guy. He’s got fairly short and curly dark hair. His eyes are usually a vibrant gold except when his mood changes dramatically.
History Dafyd was born and raised in the Snowsong Hold of Avanthal. As such, his parents and siblings and most everyone he knew were incredibly talented artists and musicians. Unfortunately, Dafyd was not. He could not sing like his mother or play the lute like his father, though he tried his hand at both, using the lute he had been given when he was a child. Each of his siblings also had their own talents that Dafyd could not hope to match. He lived constantly in their shadows, well aware of his own incompetence. While his family honed their skills at home, Dafyd was often out playing or flirting. He had many romantic interests, though none of them lasted for long, for once he had been wholeheartedly rejected he would move on to another. Dafyd was always dreaming of faraway places, and when the dreams grew to be better than his reality, he packed up his things and hopped on the next caravan out of Avanthal, caring little for where it was headed.
Personality Dafyd Snowsong goes by many names; the Bard of Avanthal, the Singer of Legends, Minstrel of Mizahar, Chronicler of Kings, the Vagabond Poet… all titles that he conceived, and none of which he earned. Dafyd is best described as a pile of insecurity hiding behind a mountain of ego. He is painfully aware of his own shortcomings, but will go to great lengths to ensure that no one else is. He is quite possibly the worst one to call himself a bard to have ever come out of Avanthal, and most definitely the worst to be born a Snowsong. His prose is bad, his poetry worse, his singing at least is mediocre, saved by the elegance of the Vani language. He can tell a great tale, though it will usually be untrue, and he can play the lute like a talented amateur, despite having practiced since he was a child. Perhaps because of his severe lack of talent, Dafyd is drawn to skilled storytellers and musicians. He watches them in wonder as they work their strings, sing their songs, and tell their stories. He envies the talents that others have, especially those of his family, and prays to Rhaus every night to grant him the skill to make his false and egotistical claims a reality. Dafyd is notoriously lazy and does not seem to understand that skill is built through practice and not necessarily talent. His perceptions seem to have been skewed because of the effortless abilities of his parents and siblings. |