Gender: 2
Race: Elvaan (elf)
Height: 6'7
Age: 25
Family: Mirette (mother) Selphius (sister)
Weapons: Joyeuse (ledgendary sword)

Personality: Kind-hearted, determined, and just a little paranoid. Tends to hold powerful grudges against those who have wronged him. Despite his usually up-beat and calm nature, he's prone to have sudden fits of rage when aggrovated by others or in the face of danger.

Appearance: Semi-short black hair, hazel-brown eyes, and dark tanned skin native to the Elvaan.

History:

–Dagmar is the son of a prostitute named Mirette. After becoming pregnant, Mirette ceased being a street whore and made money by working with a regional merchant in South San d’Oria. After being attacked and beaten by a jealous former client, Mirette was taken in by the cathedral in North San d’Oria. After Dagmar’s birth she left the Cathedral and continued her life as a whore, despite the warnings for the friars of the cathedral. Four yours later she once again conceived, and died after giving birth to Dagmar’s sister, Selphius.

Dagmar and Selphius grew up under the wing of an elderly couple.–

At the age of 17, Dagmar set off from his home in the Kingdom of San d’Oria to find adventure. As he struggled through unfamiliar terrains and new enemies, he met many friends and allies along the way. By the time of his 19th birthday, he came back to San d’Oria to tell his beloved sister, Selphius, of his dazzling adventures and perilous quests to help those in need.

While there, he met an old man, a former Royal Knight of San d’Oria, who challenged him to a series of quests to prove himself as a true knight to his kingdom. Dagmar was faced with the task of collecting rare treasures from deep within unchater dungeons, defeat countless horde of Orcs, and return to this old knight with the proof of his deeds. And of course, he succeeded, and was recognized as a Paladin.

His many adventures after dealt with deep, passionate love and back-stabbing betrayal. His world crumbled to pieces as his dearest love slowly broke away from him in a path of lies and deception; surrounded by people who turned their backs to him or scoffed at him. From then on, he cast aside his armour and title and wondered aimlessly into the world.

Years later he was once again recognized generously among San d’Oria, having taken up the harp and become a loved minstrel. Although he long ago put away his gallant armour and shield, the lust within him that thrived off protecting others still flickered.

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