Desmond Adan Curing What Ails "The only difference between poison and medicine is dosage." Careful, I’m bad for your health. 001. Appearance Date of Birth: 14th of Fall, 491 A.V. Race: Human Gender: Male Profession: Drug Dealer/Herbalist Fluent: Common Poor: Nari Basic: Symenos Birthplace: Lhavit Age: 24 Standing 5’11 and born with a naturally slim figure, Desmond does not cut a particularly imposing figure amidst the strange and wonderful people who inhabit his home city. He bears a sharp, angular face with well-defined features, and carries a rather intense air about him wherever he goes. Desmond walks with a quiet sort of authority about him, one which seems to portray confidence and intelligence without outright declaring it. He keeps his black hair cut in a neat style so not obscure his vision and perhaps his most distinguishable characteristic; his cold, impossibly old brown eyes. In regards to his clothes, Desmond dresses smartly, but forgoes anything that brushes the realms of the ostentatious. A thick, black jacket coupled with a plain white shirt and dark brown pants make up his usual attire. On rare occasions which require it, Desmond will make an effort to dress more formally in order to better blend with the crowd. Intelligence, charm, confidence. Love, I'm the jackpot. 002. Personality Likes: Cunning, Being in Control, Winning Dislikes: Weapons, Stupidity, Losing. Ethics: Too clever by half, Desmond seeks success in all aspects in his life and will do almost anything to achieve it. (Chaotic Neutral) Within Desmond there lies a cold, sharp, and near-ruthless intelligence which he utilizes to his full advantage in all aspects of his life. He is in constant observation and analysis of his surroundings, a habit he has picked up from one to many deals gone bad in his trade. However, Desmond is not so enthralled in his own thoughts that he is unaware of social graces or interaction. He knows about how his personality can rub people the wrong way, or how apt the descriptions of him being "callous" or "ruthless" are. He just doesn't care. To Desmond, the trivialities of casual socializing matter little to none. For him, there are people who he needs in order to get what he wants, and people who present themselves as obstacles to his goals. He couldn't care less about those who fall in between, the acquaintances and such. Simply put, Desmond can kind of be an asshole. However, once his friendship is earned, one will find that they will have a friend for life. Desmond is loyal to a fault, a by-product of his time with Danni. As much as he hates to admit it, the man knows he would die for those few he calls "friend". Merits: Loyal, Cunning, Assertive. Faults: Arrogant, Cold, Demeaning. Let’s just skip to the good parts, shall we? 003. History His father a doctor of small repute and his mother the owner of a small apothecary, from birth Desmond seemed destined for the medicinal world. A childhood filled with as much work as play, Desmond dedicated himself to both the study of his mother’s botanical journals and his father’s doctoral practices. Much to his mother’s amusement and his father’s chagrin, Desmond found a natural talent in the field of herbalism; identifying deadly and benign plant life and their properties like other children his age might rattle off important names from romantic tales. Instead of romantic stories of good versus evil, the youth poured hours of his adolescence over descriptions of strange-sounding plants and their numerous applications. It is a rare feat to discover one’s purpose so early in life, but Desmond believed he had, and so his parents raised little to no resistance to the child’s dedication. By the time he was thirteen, Desmond knew almost as much as his mother did about all things herbal and natural. His mind alight with new and exciting ideas, the cunning youth seemed ready to tackle his fate. Unfortunately for him, fate seemed to have other ideas. During Anchorite Hayani’s corruption of Lhavit, the Adan family did not fare as well as the other specialists in the city. Due to their location and their unwillingness to bend to the-then-corrupt Shinya, Desmond and his family delved deep into poverty’s gaping maw. For five years Desmond watched as he and his family barley scraped by and lived off whatever scraps they could find. For five years Desmond saw the warmth and love that embodied his parents, the passion and brilliance that flared with an unending hunger, falter and flee from their eyes as the days dragged on. For five years Desmond did as his parents asked and kept his hands clean from the growing criminal element of Lhavit. Five years of hunger, of poverty, of being denied his calling while the rich and corrupt filled their pockets. It took five years for Desmond to grow sick of his new life, and it took five years for him to find a cure for that ailment. Her name was Danni Brooks. Danni Brooks was a nobody living among a sea of nobodies. She was small-time at best, the only thing which separated her from the normal footpad or thief was her incorrigible ability to get people to like her. It was this very aspect which swayed Desmond from his parents’ warnings and shot him headfirst into the criminal element of Lhavit. Danni found Desmond while he was gathering herbs from a small stash he managed grow outside of the Sinya’s watchful eye. The youth intrigued the girl enough for her to introduce herself to Desmond, and Desmond was desperate for someone to talk to besides his parents. From that day forth, the pair seemed inseparable. Desmond couldn’t explain it, and frankly didn’t want to. They were friends, and that, as they say, was that. Danni showed Desmond a side of life he had never experienced, and through her contacts, Desmond became a supplier of herbs to whatever criminal required it. He served as a supplier for a year, his family’s standard of living slowly improving as his profits did, and the teenager eventually took over production himself. This style of life, it was intoxicating to him. He once again found an outlet for his passion in the drug trade. He became the supplier, creator, and dealer all rolled into one. Needless to say, the profits were quite beyond what anyone, Desmond could imagine, and life was good for a time. He had gotten the money, the girl, and ensured his family was safe. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and Desmond had finally found happiness in his new work. Well, until the Day of Discord that is. Desmond was one of the many who suffered from the immediate chaos that resulted from Lhavit’s original founders re-assuming control of the Skyglass City. In the bedlam that ensued, addicts and rivals alike took this opportunity to lay waste to Desmond operation, burning everything that he cared about to the ground; family and Danni included. With all the love in his life destroyed in a cleansing fire, Desmond found himself a broken man. He worked for years to both put his life back together and hunt down the person that orchestrated the holocaust against his properties. When he heard tell of that someone bearing the bastard's unique description was in Sunberth, Desmond spent damn near every penny he had getting to the anarchic city. Now a grown man in a city filled with opportunity, Desmond strives not only to excel, but dominate his chosen trade and get revenge for the fallen. No cost is too great for him in his pursuit for success, no mountain too steep, no act too immoral. For Desmond, there is only his goal and the obstacles which would block his path. For Desmond, it is succeed or die trying. No alternatives accepted. |