Damian

Damian was a magic caster associated with the Cloppenburg Post-Truth Patrol. Abrasive, dedicated, and with belt full of tricks, he tries to assist his fellows with a menagerie of esoteric powers. 
He is confirmed dead. 
== Character Overview ==
=== Physical Description ===
Damian was not a particularly large man, standing at roughly 5'11" (180cm). He had a lithe build, focusing on speed and manoeuvrability over raw strength. 
His body was mostly blemish free, but even a cursory glance would tell its due more to the abundance of healing magic rather than any lack of battle experience. 
Though he tries to keep himself mildly well kept - if nothing else than to make a reasonably good first impression to people he meets - he tends to wear/use practical things over flashy aesthetic objects. His hair is well kept, shaved at the sides, as he cuts it himself and has done since age 6. 
"Who gives a shit if my coat matches my boots, what matters is that it keeps me warm. Ya cunt."
=== Personality ===
Damian's focus on his goals comes at the cost of almost everything else. Due to that he is straightforward, focused, practical, and can often come across as abrasive. And although he does care for the people around him, he finds people's tendencies to focus on tangential or unrelated matters tiresome. He has little time for unnecessary pleasantries, though has enough social graces to recognise when they are useful. 
Unusually for a man of his stature, Damian can be incredibly charismatic - less diplomatic or charming so much as he has a very strong and wilful presence when he enters a room. Though this is hardly a surprise. His experiences in dealing with demons, fay, and other planar creatures has shown him the usefulness of a forceful personality, and he intends to use that knowledge to further his goals. 
Speaking of his singular goal, its very simple. He wants to kill Timothy Timsworth, and destroy all that person has influence over. His associates, his research, everything he's ever had/wanted/loved. 
=== Magic ===
Damian is somewhat of an eclectic caster. His list of abilities is unusual as it is broad. He is able to: 
* manipulate Incarnate magics to prevent possession;
* apply the basics of pact magics to make deals with vestiges;
* use his working knowledge of psionics to create ectoplasm;
* cast some seemingly exclusive divine spells as arcane spells;
* direct the flow of the Shadowfell inside his body into physical effects;
* cast arcane magics, focusing on summoning and binding planar creatures. 
Basically, Damian is a bit of an odd duck. 
=== Other skills ===
Outside of spell casting, Damian has a variety of skills at his disposal. 
==== Negotiation ====
Damian has spent a huge portion of his life bargaining with powers bigger than him, sometimes even successfully. Demons, Devils, summoned creatures, other adventurers, spirits, organisations, even Timothy Timsworth. He wheels and deals to get what he wants - often omitting details or using loopholes in the wording to get what he needs without paying the cost. 
==== Observant ====
From his days as a child exploring the farm or foraging in the woods - he has some ability to survive in the wild using his powers of observation. He has since evolved this skill to apply also to traps, tracks, and even people. 
==== Occult Scholar ====
Damian is a dabbler of many kinds of magic, which requires he have a broad knowledge of many concepts linked to such - which grant him access to skills most would consider niche. Exorcism, telepathy, magic trinkets, along with a wide knowledge of creatures related to the arcane disciplines. 
== Git ==
Git is Damian's fiend familiar, a Quasit of the Abyss. Originally he was overworked and underappreciated - forced to do menial tasks whilst being abused by the other demons, until he was summoned by Damian. 
Although Git is bound to Damian as his familiar, and so forced to work in his service, the two share a pretty friendly relationship. Because for all of Git's demonic heritage, he is fairly reasonable. So long as he's fed well, kept out of danger, and gets to laugh at the stupid fucking mortals, he's fairly content to ride out the natural lifespan of Damian. 
Git is often found in Damian's backpack, just chilling & napping - or poking his head out to witness the sheer stupidity that Damian gets himself into.
Git's abilities mostly work on a non-combat front. Scouting with self invisibility, seeing magic or the nature of creatures, even the ability to commune with whatever hellspawn Git considers his god. 
== Involvement with the Party ==
=== Meeting the Party ===
Damian met the Cloppenburg Post-Truth Patrol in Valia, as the group were hiding from the consequences of their own actions in Awbor. He delivered news about the goings on of Awbor, including news about a Thatch based mad prophet in Zingera. He specifically joins the party due to hearing how they killed one of Timothy Timsworth's clones. 
=== Valian Shenanigans ===
for more information see Post Caldor Chapter 3: Adventures in Valia
Damian's contributions to begin with were short, assisting in taking down two of the Warlocks that the party were hunting: the Lizard and the Archmage. For his deeds, he was given a compass that would show him the direction of the closest version of Timmothy Timsworth to his location. 
=== The Journey Home from Valia ===
Damian did not join either party heading back to Awbor by land or sea, instead deciding to do some investigation of his own into his arch nemesis: Timothy Timsworth. 
During a confrontation with J'here's father whilst finding a permenant home for the dragon Mushu, the Cloppenburg Post-Truth patrol discovered the body of Damian was taken over and used as fodder against them. Presumably he had been discovered by the enemies of the party.
Damian is confirmed deceased. 
== Diary Entry ==
=== Something Stirs ===
"March 14th 744 AP. Day 40 of my stay in Awbor.
Something is wrong.
Even as I slide between the planes of existence, I sense a tension has begun to form - like a knot in muscle. I have spent my years hunting my quarry, travelling the lands of Hakkon, of Valia, of Awbor, and so many more. My magic has brought me both in and out of all hurdles, and I have sent demons, undead, and beasts back to their foul masters – even making a pretty penny doing it too. I have been the dagger at my mark’s back.
Yet something is wrong.
In my soul, I can feel it. It is like walking a tightrope whilst a hurricane blurs around you. It is the ocean of possibility receding - a tsunami rising just out of sight. The planes seemingly tense, as the skies grow darker – the twinkling starlight vanishing like ancient knowledge fading in between the folds of time. And as our knowledge fades, ignorance and danger rises like foam in a pint - hiding salvation and wisdom in the black. 
Something is wrong.
The gods have seen it fit to test me, surrounding me on all sides by misfortune as I stay in this country of Awbor. Broken churches and shattered homes lay at my feet, whilst immeasurable horrors stalk the lands around me. The creatures of catastrophe assault the people, and there are not enough clerics – or even warriors in general – to hold back the oncoming tide. The faithful ply their miracles whilst idiocy runs everything else. 
Something is so, so wrong.
I am staying at what is left of the old church of Pelor here in this city of Zingera, the trail i had been following has gone slightly cold. Lady Iyasu has seen it fit to allow me to stay, so long’s I earn my keep. Even with this generosity however, I’m holding by breath - awaiting the plunge. The eye of the storm is here, swirling around us, and the air is thick with anticipation. Old stories here tell of heroes of old, great warriors and mages who took down the worm that walks, could they not help us?. Are they still here? Where are the clerics? Why do the undead rise in such numbers? Where the fuck are my lucky poker chips?
Something is wrong. But I will not falter.
After all, gods help me, I’ve not got much left to lose.”
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