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About Alexander Dart Dumonte

with his cloak

without cloak.. Minus eye patch

Alexander was the son of a noble, unfortunately he was not the lords son, The lord of the land was an intolerable person, greedy, horrid, tyrannical. His mother had been made his when she was still young, nearly half the age of the old lord, for his money bought much. While she lived a bountiful life, always having fine things but it was never what she truly wanted. It was on a night that an elven ranger visited the castle, and met his mother that Alexander was conceived. Over the first few years of his life his mother was able to hide his mixed heritage from the lord, and Dart lived a good 8 years in the ignorance of his house. Alas all things could not last, the lord soon discovered his true parentage, and on the eve of his 9th birthday, while he was out among the river sitting on the small waterfall where he would often walk because he thought it was immensely beautiful, he was shot. The shot for some reason flew wide, missing the boys vitals but hitting his arm, in the haze of the pain the boy fell into the river. The assassin, having poisoned the tip of the arrow left the boy for dead, and went back to finish his task with the boys mother.

Somehow the young child managed to keep conscious long enough to swim to shore, there exhausted and poisoned, he fell into a dark sleep. He awoke to the smell of cooking venison and when he opened his eyes he saw he was in a small hut, the pain in his arm and numbness in his body was gone. Just as he leaned up a man in a green cloak came into the hut.

oh, your up, well I must say, you have your fathers fortitude indeed! Most adults would have long been dead to that poison before I got to you. the man exclaimed, in a disturbingly light-hearted voice for such a gruff looking exterior.

Oh, not that man you grew up calling father, He is a slothful and evil man. Your father is a ranger my boy, much like myself, well, not quite as good a cook. he jokes with a wink.

come on, come on, lets get some food in ya, ya been sleeping for three days."

over the next few days, after the child gathers his strength he is told stories of his father, his true Heritage, and is shown the suffering people under his ex-fathers rule.

It went against his conscious to see people toil in such squalor for such little gain. It went against all the stories his mother had told him at bedtime.

his mother! He asked the man to see his mother.

My boy.. your mother, could not be saved.." he says with eyes down shodden.

come, we have much to do, and you much to learn.

Since then he has grown up in tutelage of the charming ranger, learning the ways of the woods, forests and mountains, ways of the animals and all that grows in nature.

On his 19th birthday, 10 years after the tragic events of his past, (or not so tragic, in someways) he joined the ranks of the full fledged rangers, and selected a section of forest and plains to guard and watch over as his own. yet, a shard of hate was still in his heart, nurtured by the wrongs of a man still alive. One day, he would return to that long ago castle, he would slay the man that had brought so much suffering to so many, one day... But he could wait, hone his skills, patience, patience was a virtue.

One day, after a long discussion among the elder members of the "order" it was decided that they needed an outpost or 2 in a new section of wilderness where people were settling. Caldir was the first ranger the elders ordered to the task, and, being one of the few friends of similiar age to Dart, Dart quickly volunteered as a second. Caldir was technically Dart's senior if only by a few years, and had even managed to gain a companion of his own. A wolf, by name of Fang. Cliche, perhaps, but no less appropriate for the wolves fangs were quite fearsome. The two friends set out and eventually set up a small camp to operate from. Several weeks passed and the small hut outpost had been doing well, The friends shared tales and grew a strong bond during their missions together. Things seemed to be going well for Dart until one day.

It was during lunch, Dart and Caldir were sitting together eating stew and discussing things of no consequence, when suddenly fang sat bolt upright at their feet, Alerting them that something was wrong. They then realized the birds had stopped singing, and the chattering of the squirrels was sparse. Just as they went to reach for their weapons, golbins, bugbears and even dire rats lead by a hobgoblin burst through the ring of brush the camp had been set in. Fang reacted perfectly, launching himself into a mass of goblins and ending the life of two, sending others running in fear. Caldric however, was hit by a tip of a spear as he was gathering his two blades, he returned the strike in kind, lopping of the little buggers head. Dart ascended into a tree, letting fire arrow after arrow, dropping Bugbears left and right. Then the goblins fell from the trees ending Alexanders rain of death. On the ground Caldric was a whirlwind of steel, his two short blades never missing a mark, and never failing to land a killing blow, for Caldric was experienced in fighting all types of goblins and new exactly where to hit them. But the numbers were many, and soon Caldric sported many wounds, some already festering from poison. Fang chased alarge group of goblins into a thicket where their screams could be heard soon after. Dart watched the hobgoblin leader circle around Caldric to get at his back, Dart yelled a warning, for there was little else he could do as he fended off the remaining goblins in the tree. Finally, he dispatched the last one and redrew his bow and light fly, laying low the last two bugbears pressing in on Caldric. However, he saw the hobgoblin had managed to get around Caldric to his back. Dart's world stopped as he watched the tip of a spearhead enter his friends back, and explode from his chest. Then watched in Awe as Caldric continued to lay low gobolin after gobolin as he slowly sunk to his knees. Fang launched towards the hobgoblin from the wall of brush, and struck him dead center knocking him over in a tangle. But a keen yelp was heard and fang fell to the side whimpering as a dogslicer appeared in the hobgoblins hand. The few remaining goblins that had not fled or died backed away letting their leader take the kill. The hobo stood over Caldric's kneeling form and raised his hand, speaking something Dart could not understand. But, before he could bring his blade down, Dart snapped out of his stupor, time seemed to slow, as he let fly arrow after arrow, faster than he had ever before. Each arrow found their mark, two in the arm, two in the leg, one in the other arm. The remaining goblins scattered as they watched their leader become a pincushion. Then, as the hobgoblin squealed in anger and pain, Dart descended purposefully down, drawing his blade. He kicked the squealing beast over so it could look at him. Then plunged his sword deep into his chest. He then rushed over to Caldric, who had fallen to lay on his side at this time.
my friend, It has been an honor" he coughed out, blood flowing from his mouth. You must keep this mission alive, and let my family know, I died... doing what's right."

no, Caldric you cannot die, you are too tough for this. comon, fang needs you... I need you. Dart gasped out, all manner or pretense of manliness evaporated as despair and pain took hold of his heart.

Caldric coughed again, as his eyes began to glaze he stammered out,
such is the circle of things Alexander.

do one other thing for me, tend to Fang, he was a grand companion, and a wonderful battle mate. He should not die in this way.... good tidings, and may Erastil bless your path my frie-

As the last wisps of air leave Caldric lungs Dart tries to remember the good times, the years of his child hood under the old ranger, the following sparring and training with Caldric. It all begins to slowly become blotted out in anger. Anger at the goblins for taking his friend, Anger at the old man for casting him out and killing his mother, and angry at Cheliax, for it was them that allowed all this to happen. He would see all of them slain, or die in the attempt.

He would see out his friends and mentor's final wishes, tending to the Wolf until his health returned. He then let it go, and moved on, determined to find a much more defensible position, and to make sure that the goblins in the area of his next post were all dead.

After burying Caldrics and making sure fang lived Dart moved on deeper into chelix towards his birthplace.

As he moved on, leaving fang to return to the wild, something happened, something that likely saved Dart's life. The wolf followed him. Then, when Dart had set up a camp later that night Fang trotted up and nuzzled Darts hand as he held Caldric's twin blades and refused to live him. A small bit of warmth grew in Dart, slowly melting the ice formed in his heart from his hatred. He couldn't lead fang into death and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle despite the tears flowing anew again. Even when you are dead, you manage to keep me from doing stupid things... He muttered as he rubbed the wolves head, the twin blades stuck in the ground with the fire light glinting off their blades.

Dart would later bring the news to the Order, and inform them of his choice to leave. He had decided he would do his utmost to protect people, so that others never had to experience the loss he suffered. To do this he needed the freedom to do as he wished, based on his own beliefs. While he never went out of his way to work with others, he always tried to keep a cheerful and happy disposition when he needed to. He had decided long ago he would continue to be happy and look for the good things. Like his old mentor, and his late friend had both inadvertently taught him. He still had the twin blades of his friend, and had formed a new bond with the wolf, who had been his only companion for the longest time. Despite himself, Dart's old mentors had rubbed off more than he thought, and he often enjoyed the company of others.

He would go to become rather well known as a bounty hunter, bandits new his name as well as the common folk he worked to hard to save, and many a troublesome beast was left dead in his wake. He often showed up the most often in area's dealing with goblin trouble or the like. Eventually, he was referred to via a flyer to a new fledgling kingdom seeking hero's, mercenaries, or others to aid in taming a wild and vast wilderness. Having no other goal yet, and deciding that this was the best chance to do the most good for the largest amount of people went to offer his bow and blade for as long as the rulers kept the interest of the people at heart. And as long as their were goblins, orcs, or other of their filth to kill it should prove to be entertaining at the least.
While he seldom makes fast friends, their are some that worked within the new kingdom he has grown to like. (This is for anyone wanting to have interacted with Dart, IE the groups :3, and possibly some NPCs)

Although he normally remains quiet unless spoken too Dart is actually usually fairly cheery. While he doesn't form fast bonds, he doesn't really avoid them. While he enjoys company, he would normally rather sit at a table on the edge of a gathering and listen to their tales, jokes, and laughs without much interjection on his own. Merely enjoying their enjoyment. When he wasn't doing this, sometimes he would have someone across from him to share small talk, others he would speak up with his own tales and stories of the wilds. So, to some it up, he is neither an introvert or extrovert, and while he normally keeps up an appearance of seriousness he is rather lighthearted often greeting new people with a warm smile. He enjoys what he does, and past his normally cheerful resides a darker side. The side that enjoys killing the beasts of the land, the side that enjoys the adrenaline rush and thrill of a fight. The side that, though often suppressed, seeks constant revenge.

Personality
His past sometimes finds him when he is alone, dark thoughts of his late friend, and now late mentor, who's cause of death had never been discovered, or at least never told to him force their way into his head.

I've tried to mix together a rather good, cheerful guy who has a sad past. He constantly tries to be positive in a world that continues to kick him around. He often comes to times where he has to choose between saving someone, or killing several orcs, and those are hard decisions for him, unless it involves a child or friends. When someone asks him to help save their friend, that becomes his priority, and often when he traveled charged no more than a good meal to do so. He has a soft spot for children, especially orphans and would normally go to extreme lengths to keep children with parents from becoming orphans.