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Dalmien Smith is, by all accounts, a very handsome fellow. Standing at a 6 feet, he boasts sharp, angular features that consistently earn him the lingering gaze of those he encounters. He has short hair, and wears a well trimmed goatee. His eyes are a deep green and almost seem to glimmer in the sunlight. An apt observer might see that his lightly tanned skin shows recent wrinkle lines on his forehead and above his nose, but seems perfectly smooth everywhere else.

Some men are destined for greatness, while other have greatness thrust upon them. For Dalmien Smith, it was both. Given his heritage, it would not take a genius or a great prophet to realise that he was destined for the worldwound. Born with the Sign of the Seeker's Spiral, Dalmien's blood flows with the taint of Daemons and Devils. Hating and fighting demons should have come naturally to him, especially since he was born in the port town of Egede, in proximity of Kenabres.
However, being an orphan, Dalmien didn't know any of that. And if it had been up to him, he would have lived an abseloutely ordinary life. So it seems that either Destiny or Chance have been doing their best to direct him towards his true calling, and today they have almost suceeded. This is the tale of How Dalmien fought them for 24 years of his life.

Dalmien's last name, Smith, was as unispired as he would have wanted his life to be. But then again, given the number of orphans in the region, he realized he was lucky to even have been picked up by the orphanage. As many orphans are, Dalmien was bullied - a lot. Of a frail constitution at this age, he never put up much of a fight. And that is how he met her. Alena Delgrade was as fine a seven-year old as Dalmien had ever seen. Baffled by the ferocity with which she beat his assailants, it didn't take him very long to fall in love with her.

The advantage of being an orphan is that you are without supervision most of the time, and the newfound couple spent every second of it together. Alena was alway up to mischief and adventure, Dalmien following her only reluctantly. Later, around when they were twelve, their relationship became romantic and Dalmien was assuredly the happiest teenager that Golarion had ever seen.

Fourteen was the age when Destiny manifested itself and, incidentally, the age when Dalmien started shying away from it. The day when he realized his sorcerous potential was also the day that he got his first real job. Dalmien had gone to buy food supplies and when he entered the shop, he noticed a customer who was seething with rage after his purchase he broken down. Dalmien had always had a way of imposing his personality without stifling or squashing others', something very rare. He used these talents to reason with the angry customer, a large hulking brute of a man. And what could have ended in disaster ended in a miracle. Dalmien convinced the man that the item he had bought broke by his own fault. After the customer had apologised and left, Onaro Grazecattle, the shop's owner hired him on the spot. After that, Dalmien chose to ignore his magical aptitudes.

Onaro was a bombastic, yet affable man. He was always in a happy mood, and taught Dalmien everything a trader had to know to please his customers. Seeing as how this life was going well, Dalmien started picturing himself, buying a house for he and Alena, and living as quiet a life as one could in Golarion. But as we know, Destiny had thought otherwise. The rebellious Alena had finally found a cause, something she wanted to devote herself to. She had heard of knights and crusaders gathering in Kenabres, and she decided that she wanted to take up arms and join the fight in the Worldwound. She trained day and night with sword and bow, and on her 18th birthday, she travelled to Kenabres.

Dalmien had tried everything he could to convince her otherwise, but in the end, he was forced to give in, and followed her. Onaro was miserable to see them go, but put Dalmien in contact with an old acquaintance of his so that he would have a job in Kenabres. However, this was the begninning of the end for the young couple. Alena became bored with Dalmien's apathy, and soon she was unable to reciprocate the unadulterated love that he felt for her. On the other hands, the new recruits she was training with were all strong, daring and adventurous...

When she ended things, Dalmien fell into a deep depression. On top of that, he was soon robbed of whatever closure he could have gotten. The next week, Alena had volunteered to be part of a scouting party exploring the edges of the blighted lands, but she never came back. The news had hit the nail on the head. Dalmien had been the only man in Kenabres who did not care about the neighbouring Demons, and now, they had taken everything he had - or didn't have. Confused and angered by his grief, he didn't know whether he should mourn Alena's death or not considering the break up.

Dalmien stopped eating, he stopped working and soon he was on the streets. He spent his days begging as he walked up and down the streets of the Gate District, locked in his memories. Days turned into months, months turned into years, and eventually Dalmien made several realizations that allowed him to start looking up.

He realized how pathetic he had become, and picked himself up. He stopped thinking about his past most of the time, cleaned himself up and found himself an occupation. And for a man of Dalmien's handsomeness and ease of speech, the natural occupation was...A courtesan. The incoming crusade was calling warriors from all over the land (of all sexes and sexualities), many of whom were glad to receive his services. While a younger Dalmien would have been horrified at the idea, the new Dalmien liked the way it allowed him to separate himself from the past. He grew to understand that altruism and giving attention to others was the best way to forget about his own problems. He also grew to understand how self-centred he had been, and that his problems were small in comparison to others'.

After a year or so, Dalmien understood his past mistakes. He understood that a life of complacency would have never worked for Alena. He grew to admire and reflect on her desire to help the cause, and he grew sensitive to the struggle of Kenabres, and the danger that the worldwound presented for Golarion. And for the first time of his life, he decided to do something great. He would join the Crusade, no matter what. And if it took his life, so be it. He didn't have much to lose anyway.

Since then, Dalmien has been honing his spellcasting in secret, and researching all things arcane, including his peculiar birthmark. Despite that, it seems that not even the local militia will accept to hire him...

Mercurial/Volatile - Dalmien's emotional trauma coupled with his unusual heritage make him slightly unstable. He might be quiet and relaxed one second, and boom with excitement the next
Affalbe - Something Dalmien has retained from his old mentor Onaro

Ardent - Dalmien's new resolutions are fuelled by desire for vengeance (for Alena's death). He is passionate when it comes to killing demons (also due to his Daemonic/Fiendish nature)

Outspoken - Dalmien makes his presence known, and takes attention in his interlocutors. The same is not true when it comes to talking about himself. He prefers to stay away from the subject. He considers it both painful, and probably uninteresting in the grand scheme of things

Considerate - Dalmien has a knack for not stepping on people's toes, despite being outspoken