Daysen Silveranti

## History

### Broad Family History

Daysen was from a family built from mighty dragon slayers. According to the family myth, a man was not a man until he slew his first dragon. But times change and bow fingers grow weak slowly the Silveranti's lost their fighting edge and became soft. Once fletchers now vintners but even as vintners they were proud and skillful at their trade producing a high grade of wine both white and red, from then on every young Silveranti had a tongue for the grape.

#### Personal Family History

Daysen had many members of his family present throughout his life, his father his mother his many aunt's uncles and cousins, sadly his mother bore him no siblings, but he did not mind the extra attention he would get from all of his family as the youngest member of the Silveranti line, but he had a very special bond above all other members of his family with his granduncle, he strayed from the path of what the Silveranti's considered normal he was a woodsman, a damn fine one at that, and Daysen aspired to be just like him. It was the tradition for the youngest member of the family to get the bow, not any normal bow but the same bow that was rumored to have been held by the first Silveranti. Archery still ran in Daysens blood he proved his skill tenfold to what his family expected, then they made him join complications across the countryside, he did well but his heart was not into it the medals had become all his family cared for, except his greatuncle he still cared about Daysens feelings. But shortly after Daysens 93rd birthday his greatuncle died, he was no stranger to death, many of his human friends from youth had long since died but his greatuncle was a vital part of his, he became struck with grief and became somewhat of a recluse he would wander the many forests near his families vineyards, this is where he discovered flyleaf, a magical herb that he would use as a feel-good pick me up for years to come after his first time smoking it he started to learn how to grow it. His family saw less and less of him for about a decade before Daysen was called back home due to an awful tragedy some of his extended family had been imprisoned by the empire he was rather uncaring till he learned it was given to a high ranking empire Colonial, it had stirred suspicions within him that something more criminal was afoot. His parents tried to claim Daysen was incorrect but his suspicions led him down a rabbit hole of the conspiracy he stopped smoking stopped drinking and learn his way around the forest, more and more of his family vanishing the land again going to the Colonial, Daysen was fearful for his now older parents he begged them to seek new pastures the accused members of his family never returning to the light of day. But his words fell of deaf ears they too went missing and the entire landholdings of the Silveranti line were now in the hands of a greedy empire pig. The night Daysen lost his father and mother he killed a man for the first time. In his rage, he killed men following orders but he knew that these were just people, that their lives should not be ended like this, even the colonial was spared. This revelation brought Daysen a goal, to kill the corruption of the empire at its roots, so he joined the rebellion.

## Daysens Personality

As far as Daysen goes he is slow to change and almost always in some way under the effects of either flayleaf or alcohol he would say it keeps him calm, and there is truth to that but really he knows deep down its a way to hide his feelings much like most of what he does is made to do that, hence why when he drinks he is normally never blabber mouth drunk just a bit tipsy and a bit giggly. As time has continued he has been more willing to put down the bottle but still he reluctant afraid of his past and afraid that he is gonna let people down again. When he is sober he is a far FAR worse person only due to the fact that he suffers withdraw from going cold turkey when he is sober (its the only way to make him sober no booze to drink of flayleaf to smoke) he is aggressive angry and very prone to cussing and yelling, but he is even more prone to breaking down and letting the reality of his life hitting him, that is by far his worse fear

## Skills and Abilities

In his many trials and difficulties, Daysen learned skills like no other, or at least he thinks so. His Bowmanship is like no other bouncing shots piercing shots with his bow in his hands he can really thread that needle his bow has punctured plenty of foes, but in addition to the strength of his shots, he also has the element of surprise at all times. He could vanish before foes very eyes and almost any of an enemy senses that would detect a normal person don't detect the agile Daysen. His hands are a subject of pride not only can he pull a bowstring taunt but he can pick nearly any lock he comes in contact with.

## Thant The Hawk

Daysens Loyal Bird a Grey Hawk with a marvelous Silver tint to his wings he speaks common and elven and as his intelligence has been growing he has started to pick up an enjoyment of gambling, daysen is more than willing to teach him all he knows about it, cause that's what friends do. In addition to being a second set of eyes, Daysen uses Thant as his distance scout using their bond to determine enemy locations for when he takes truly impressive shots from over hundreds of feet away.

## Daysens Equipment

When your an assassin like Daysen you need many tools to get the job done in order to succeed his basic equipment includes rope kits and a healthy stock of flayleaf and wine, he normally does not get inebriated on the job but he certainly does afterward. Having been hired for stuff other than quieting jobs Daysen carries a set of masterwork lockpicks to get out of a locked bind or a jam of the sort, not only that but with some of his newer abilities he can even temporarily turn off magical items giving him a very nice knack for getting away. But his most proud item is one he found resting next to him while he slept one night a bow of legend to him a bow known as Argentum Luna the bow of the silver moon a gift given to the first of his families bloodline by a mighty silver that Daysens family had protected for generations so long ago in his past, it revealed a lot, that his family yes were dragon slayers but only dragons with evil hearts never one with a pure one, that tool in his hands is a Minor artifact that has a very special ability that it can create arrows made of silver to strike down the foe in the moonlight.

## Daysens Written Adventures

### Daysens Night On Watch (during the death tower event)

Alone entirely alone in every way who would not want anything else, no distractions, no loud noises just you a breathtaking starry night and the cracking of a warm fire keeping you toasty, well a sober daysen hates it with a passion a five -ay shift plus only three days worth of flayleaf and two of wine results in an awful time a time where Daysen is truest alone with his thoughts and guilt.

“By god….I never should have sent that damn bird out for more wine this shitty camp is awful without him….” Daysen would cuss shuddering “I took the position of border watching in hopes I could shoot down some undead while others got supplies ready…..but nooooo not a single living corpse as far as the eye can see” he would kick at his fire his pot of mushroom stew (all locally sourced ingredients) said pot then almost fell in “no my food” he would reach out to grab the pot saving it just barely then yelping pulling back “fuck hot hot….ah….” He would wave his hands out ripping the top of his water canteen off with his teeth pouring the water within it all over his slightly burnt fingers “hmmm muuuuch better….” From his, bag he then procured a simple potion of healing sipping it watching his fingers restore easily. He would then pull out his trusty soup ladle and start to stir the soup.

Having the stew settled and well warmed up Daysen would ladle out a bowl making sure to get as much as possible a day of watching nothing and scrounging for stew making supplies would make anyone hungry taking a bite Daysen would speak, still to himself of course. “Mmhmm mmm, Daysen your such a great cook, why thank you Daysen I try” he would chuckle to himself gulping down the bowl then another and finally finishing up the entire stew with a burp “mhhhm mhmmmMmmmmm! ”he would exclaim getting up and walking around his now dying campfire “whelp that needs more sticks” at that he would somersault up to his feet and walk into the woods picking up small sticks as he went eventually ending on a massive armful his stomach felt….strange but he ignored it throwing down the entire bundle onto the fire knowing that it would last throughout the night.

However something was strange about this fire it moved in the wrong sort of way rather than push out and reach like the hands of a thousand tiny demons it pulled in like whirlpool taking in a fleet of ships, not believing this was real daysen would rub his eyes the fire returning to normal then he saw it from a smoke a face a soft slender face seeing it immediately caused tears to well up in his eyes not just from the sting of the campfire but because he knew that face it was that of the first woman that truest loved him, his mother “m-mom is that you” his voice would crack as he fell to his knees looking up to the smoke she would try to speak but all he could hear was the crackle of the fire. “GODS BE DAMNED SPEAK TO ME!” he would yell loud enough to scare off the local birds from their trees. But alas just as soon as the face appeared it vanished again. “What the hell is going on around here” he would spin around peering into the darkness that surrounded his campfire “Show yourself!” He would announce tears leaving red streaks down his cheeks nothing emerged from that darkness until something did but was it there or not Daysens mind could not quite comprehend all he did see but he felt like he could hear it or maybe just in his head it was hard to understand what was going on. “Why” is all the voice said, it almost felt like his own voice “wh-why what!” Daysen would shout back into the night “why did you fail” Daysen now knew the voice it was that of his fathers no form came with it but he could swear he was here with him “I….didn't fail….I tried my best” Daysen felt weak and his voice reflected that “your best let me die Daysen your best got every member of our family killed”  his words were heavy like a brick on a heart “n-no your wrong you-you let them died I tried to tell y-” suddenly another voice would chime up “LIES” it was nasally and high pitched none that then his aunt she had a personal hatred when it came to daysen he had a bad streak where he would play hunter with her cat. “N-no not lies I am being honest” no longer were the trees just tall and mighty cover but they were legs of his family so many dead so many he let die to the empire then a booming voice like thunder “FAILURE” daysen would then feel it a glob of spit then another then countless more as he started to cry they would not stop a constant torrent of spit he would curl up as he wept trying to cover his face wishing it would all go away until he slipped into a tormented restless sleep.

He woke up to some bird poking him in the head with a flat edge of their beak he would slowly open his eyes up it seemed to be midday he must have been out for over 10 hours looking him in the eyes was his dear pet falcon Thant who would ask him in elven “you alright man you have been out for hours…..that's storm ruined the camp and I thought you got struck by lightning or something” realizing it must have been some sort of dream Daysen would smile softly “I am alright Thant, sorry I ate all the mushroom stew on you” Daysen would respond honestly taking off some of his soaked clothing and hanging it on a low hanging branch “oh no worries I would not have had any you used a really messed up psychedelic mushroom for your stew don't know why you would have done that though seems like a bad idea” the eve- helpful bird would chirp. Leaving Daysen with a rather drained look on his face.

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### Daysens Firey Challange

Lalotai is a place known for it's sweet tropic drinks, strange religious beliefs and most of all it's beautiful beaches full of amazing women, but as of late it has been known for something far more sinister. That thing was none other than rampaging elelmentals, and being a lover of amazing woman, tropic drinks and the lives of the innocents Daysen knew he had to help these folks as best he could, cause the local hero magnus in his eyes could not find his ass with both hands, and he had not done any real work in a while.

As he got there he knew his line of work was not that of defence but that of offense he would pull up his socks and keep his bow in hand, his first goal was to kill at least one of these new foes, well new to him he had never fought an elemental before but he knew they could not be that difficult to fight, heck he had shoot eldritch monsters that make these guys look like chumps! Or so he thought.

As he tracked his first quarry it was easy to tell what he was looking for, just look for any plume of smoke and sure enough one of the fire elementals would be on the other side. Low and behold when he followed the strategy it proved tried and true, this creature was easily two men tall it looked like a vaguely human shape but made entirely out of fire, the creature was nasty, there was no screaming or yelling, so it was safe to assume either he was too late or the locals that live in this small farm property were long since gone, Daysen chose to believe the latter. The creature was not all that….you know evil as he thought it would be it was more so just really arsonistic just burning anything it could, it's man like shape gave Daysen an idea of a real heart-stopper if you would. As he leveled his bow aiming for where a man's heart would be he figured this would finish the elemental off with a single twang the arrow went right through it, but it seemed not nearly as phased as he thought it would be, there was no real face to determine how mad it was but the giant blasts of fire from it's arm like limbs did more than enough to show it, luckily daysen is faster on his feet than most rolling out of the way for both blows lettign another shot fly. Can’t shoot me if he can’t see Daysen thought to go for the head it passing though like his shots normally would it was a clever trick he had pulled off in the past, the arrow pulls the softest level of skin front he eye causing great pain and blind someone for around a minute, maybe more but that did not slow this fire man for more than a few seconds as he fired again, this time daysen got a rather nasty burn on his arm causing him to yelp falling to the ground his bag spilling out all it's contents the fire elemental lea[ed forward, daysen was in trouble now.

As it swung at him Daysen took a firefly blow to the ribs he would swing his bow at the fire elemental clocking it in what he thought was the head, it was releltively unphased, and man it was so hot right next to him it was like a tanning from hell. Then the fire elemental struck for a being made of fire it had strength wrapping burning hands around his throat burning and strangling him. Daysen was panicking, this is how I'm gonna die? He would see his life flash before his eyes, this was not the first time Daysen has had a problem with fire in his past.

When he was young when he was training as a wodsman with his uncle he fell asleep by the fire they had made in the small forest by the winery he woke up coughing his lungs out as around him a fire had blazed that simple campfire had caused a forest fire of epic proportions, he ran through the smoldering would yelling his burnt lungs out for his uncle hoping he was nearby, hoping someone, anyone could help him the fire spreading to the winery as he made his way into it looking for the workers, that's when he heard the sound of another voice a weak “help” he was joyed only for a moment as he saw one of the workers pinned under a shelf that had fallen he didn’t know this worker's namebut he knew he was in trouble. Young Daysen pulled with all the power his little body could muster the working looking at the fire starting to creep into the building he pull daysen behind him grabbing a club attacking a spigot that held ha undred dekaliters, hoping this man knew what he was doing Daysen stood quietly as it broke off wine came rushing out the worker holding him tightly against the wall “brace yourself!” he commanded as the large container burst forward with such force that it blew open the wall that was set aflame the wine putting it out, wine could put out fire. WINE COULD PUT OUT FIRE!

Daysen knew what he had to do his vision growing blurry as his throat was burned from the outside he blindly reached at his items grasping his canteen, he had never used full blast before he prayed to the gods this would work as he turned it on aimed at the torso of the fire man. Hissing like someone putting out a fire is what came from that as the fire being let go allowing daysen to take a deep breath the fire hose of wine still blasting the elemental forcing it back against a wall if Daysen was not already on the ground the sheer force from this canteen could have knocked him over easily. He would keep aiming letting out a horse pained scream as the pain from this fire fight was getting to him his adrenaline still running through his veins the fire elemental shrinking as Daysen kept it pinned against the wall till nothing remained, as it finally went out Daysen would lay back slowly breathing a horse breath he needed to find a cleric before he went back out but now he knew one thing, never underestimate one of these elementals they have more power then you would expect.