Dante Storta

Biographical information

Birthplace Lazular Born Died Age 24 Home Any port in a storm Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Human Sub-Race Gender Male Height 5'11 Mass 175lbs Hair color Raven Eye color Coal Skin color Pale

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Sellsword Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

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Dante Storta, a sellsword from the trade city of Lazular. His father was a solider and died in battle. His mother did her best, but Dante was a strong willed kid, who sought to live a life she simply couldn't provide. She fell ill and passed away when he was in his early adolescence and her death taught him how to hide his anguish.

He fell in with a group of urchins, learned how to beg, sneak, and steal, before he managed to pickpocket the wrong woman at the right time... this single act would would change his life forever.

The leader of a small band of mercenaries, Bellaterra Dinursa, had no reason to take the malnourished little street rat under her wing, but she did. For ten years, she trained Dante in the blade and in negotiation, and he thrived under her purpose. Unfortunately fate would continue to wail its tragedy over his life. A routine skirmish went south when the information provided by their employer proved to be false. Bellaterra was killed, and once again, Dante was displaced.

Seeing no reason to stay in a place that had been filled with nothing but death, Dante set out to make his own way in the world.

A tangle of raven locks hides dark eyes and pale scars across a handsome face. Dante's body is lean and muscular from a life of fighting and malnutrition. His armor is pragmatic, speed and flexibility are at its forefront, he carries a broadsword, a crossbow, and as many knives as he can comfortabllyhide on his person. He sports a mocking sneer that never seems to leave his lips as if the world around him is whispering jokes only he can hear.

Dante is a skilled swordsman, a decent shot with a crossbow, a slippery adversary with a dagger, and a cheat when it comes to cards and negotiation.

Cynisim personified. Dante treats life like a man who dares the gods to do their worst. He's a thrill seeker eager to rush into a dangerous situation, especially if coin has been exchanged. He keeps people at arms length with bad jokes, black humor, and sheer poor taste mockery. He's not a nice guy, but life hasn't been nice to him, so why would he be?