Denis Dubosc's page

On the day Denis was born it was considered an omen for he was born with eyes of a goat, a demonic looking tail, two small goat horns on his head as well as a forked tongue. His mother was only just on the cusp of womanhood when he was born and though she claimed she had never slept with anyone, no one was incline to believe her. If he were a holy child like a Aasimar they would've seen it as devine intervention but since he was a Tiefling they instantly labeled her a whore.

Life when he was young was often filled with hunger, ever since his mother was kicked out by her parents when they had seen the child was not human. She had no choice but to be taken in by the only man in the village who would take her in. Michael Dubosc. He was a middle-aged man who had a habit of returning home drunk and beating Denis or his poor mother. On more than one occassion he walked in on them as a child, witnessing the horror of his step-father forcing himself onto his mother and was thrashed within a inch of his life. Ever since that first happened he knew never to enter that room no matter what.

As he grew older he never got to play with the other kids. They too saw him as strange and unnatural. Few of the kids would throw stones at him, calling him a demon and a "whore-son" due to what their parents told them about his mother.

As he grew older he became more adept at slipping into the shadows and avoided the townsfolk. They knew he was there and since he made sure not to cause trouble they decided not to bother him, but still whispered about him and what he was. Girls were a big trouble for him when growing up. Many were nasty and vile towards him, but few were kind and wanted to sit down and talk to him finding him more interesting than dangerous. but he never let them in and kept away from them, afraid they would do the same to him as his step-dad did to his mother. This was the only outlook he had on love and feared being caught in the embrace of someone who sought only to cause harm.

Denis longs to travel away from this home, but his Step-father has never allowed him the chance. He was never allowed to study the arcane world nor was he allowed to learn the use of a blade like many young men did. Instead he learnt his trade from the streets and even studied how people could be pick-pocketted and he even witnessed a murder, watching how the man snuck up on the poor sap who walked into the alleyway and then lunged the blade deep into his heart, but he smiled that day for the first time in all of his life for that man who fell to the floor, clasping at Denis's boot and begging was none other than his step-father.

The figure stepped out to reveal himself. He was cowled and it was impossible to tell what race he was, except he seemed human or elf sized. The figured passed over a shortsword to him.
"Denis, you will have to leave this town soon and that weapon will help you. Run to your mother and tell her nothing that happened here." the figure spoke in Abyssal, a language Denis had naturally picked up and just as he studied the writing on his new weapon he looked back up to see that the man had gone. He decided he didn't wish to wait around for the watch to find him like this and so he slunk into the shadows, finding the mostly shaded path back to his home, sneaking into the house as he was sure his mother was asleep and heading to his room.

Many villagers suspected that Denis had killed his step-father, but no one could prove it. He had a bladed weapon, but it was clean and the mark made on Michael was so unique that it could not have possibly have been that blade, not to mention no one saw him in the area of the crime.

The deity of Calistra only attracts him at the idea of revenge and he wishes to one day take revenge on everyone who made his life hard when he was a child. He has no idea if there are any others like him but he hopes to meet those who had a similar plight to his. His ineptability to get along with people has gotten him in trouble, mostly from travelling and entering new towns.

Denis though looks like a handsome human on the surface he has many strange looking things about him that scares people away. He appears mostly human, but he usually hides his features under a cloak whenever in towns due to his experience, however those who actually know him, know how he really looks.

His head has two small goat horns coming out the sides and his eyes are just like those of a Goat's. Yellow in colour with a odd-shaped pupil in the middle. The other more obviously noticable thing about him is his tail which ends in a point and forked tongue which he seems to be able to speak fluently with and only those who were to open his mouth and look would see that it was forked which is another reason why he rarely talks.

His slender frame his hidden behind leather armour he managed to buy, getting ready for his adventure out into the world and trying to find somewhere he belongs. This town clearly isn't for him and he hates how people look at him with suspecion after the death of his step-father and hopes that there is a town somewhere, where he is greeted warmly rarther than despised with people spitting in his direction.