Dasmir Javik

**Basics/Personality:**

Dasmir Javik is noticable even among Tieflings. Ivory skinned, green eyes, and two (Now three) sets of small to modest horns adorning his forehead like a crown. He is a charming fellow with a love for whiskey and ale, and a predisposition towards business. He believes in the fairness of trade and the freedoms of choices and owning their consequences. As a man he is a bit of a bleeding heart, agonizing over the pain of others and unable to turn away from those requesting aid. This has gotten him into various troubles. A notable one being the drive to aid a mining overseer named Jonas in Malleum lands to find his wife, free his boss from a devil lute, and restore the mine's financial worth as well as ensure its growth. He shares no such love for his enemies however or soldiers operating under tyrants. Those of the empire will find no aid from him, or compassion which he usually has a great deal of.

He is a man of loyalty to those who earn his regard, going so far as to write around inevitable devil deals, venturing through hell, or throwing himself through time sands, if it meant getting a friend back safely to his side. He cares greatly about the wellbeing of his friends and more importantly their happiness. Most notable is his near instantaneous and strong friendship with Jonik since meeting him in Cair Duin. Lyra, Miliborn, and Dredgen also seem to share positive relations with Dasmir to which he seems willing to also go great lengths to offer his aid should they ask. His heart is an open book, his affection easy and freely given, to most. He believes that living for the now should be more important than the past and that risks in pursuits of love are worth taking, though lately his past has seeped too much into that mindset. Stress, despair, loss, and grief in equal measures has tempered his usually jovial personality. With the war ahead, and the Empire at every corner, there just seems little to celebrate.

**History:**

His journey began in Twainfel, son of Caramir Javik and Semia Javik nee Faendrel. When the empire struck for the Occupation, Dasmir and another tiefling named Versei escaped into the forests. A chance encounter with a dwarven trade caravan gave them both, children as they were, homes and skills to grow into jobs for the Kingdom of Cair Duin. Under the mentorship and guardianship of Eromund Sundershield, The Blood Thunderer, each respectively grew into their talents. For Dasmir it led to a future in the trade routes and stalls for Cair Duin of which he was very successful. For a good many years he lived with Versei in a strange domestic limbo and it was the happiest times of his life. After his friend, boyfriend?, partner?, disappeared without a word, he joined onto caravans ever searching him out. Eventually, he found himself at a resistance meeting. From there everything became far more complicated. Forced into a group of strangers at the behest of a good man, he had endured hardship after hardship in hopes of saving him second home from the clutches of the Empire.

His efforts along side Jonik ensured ships and troops for Cair Duin. The consequences leaving him in the possession of a strange holding amulet of some sort. This he has attuned to and generally keeps on his person. His thinking is that if anyone should be targeted for the consequences of earning Prospero, Deal Devil of Ibridan's ire, then it should be him. He is currently soul marked to be hunted by mercenaries under Prospero for the amulet. He is also awaiting word from Asmodeus' court for trading of a soul for Jonik, and typically has complicated feelings for the infernal. His dealings in hell lead him to hate and be oddly comforted by the place. He dislikes the pain and torment, but enjoys the smooth business sense of it all. That and there is something to be said for handsome men and women.

In battle, Dasmir resorts to his dexterous talents and his knack for digging into the weakpoints of his foes causing higher damages. Though he prefers diplomacy over combat, he will not hesitate to act. He usually uses his rapier "Rapier Wit," or his hand crossbow "Plausible Deniability", before dancing away. Out of battle, he is skilled in many things. Stealth, persuasion, insight, investigation, survival, and perception are his skill set. Surprisingly, he has little use in weaving lies as the truth is by far more brutal.

*Other Notes:*

*His vices include*: Whiskey, flirting, and general promiscuity. What? He is single, not dead!

*Bad relationships include*: Relo, and Prospero.

*Feelings on the Resistance*: He distrusts it but sees the necessity in it. He feels that a faction of it doesn't fight for the right reasons. The past and fallen empires will not be recovered. If you fight, you fight for a future. The freedom to create instead of digging up the bones of old wounds.

*Dreams*: To own a shop, have a modest home, maybe a garden, and not fear the Empire destroying yet another home.

*Associated people of note*: Versei Loche, Caramir Javik, Semia Faendrel, Eromund Sundershield, Ottog