Name: Daric Mon
Age: 29
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Birthsign: Lord

Appearance: Daric has medium-short brown hair that hangs jut below the ears, and consists of slight curls on the end. His nose is short, and sits slightly crooked on his face from a bar fight. His blue eyes look almost teal at times, with small green flecks. His face is all together rather pleasant, but he has a conniving look like a fox.

Class (what would you describe your character as?): Barterer, businessman.

Skills and known spells (if any): Can twirl a dagger quite well, but otherwise doesn't have any weaponry skills. He is skilled in boxing and hand to hand combat, using his lean muscle and quickness to dance around his more cumbersome opponents. He is very skilled in speechcraft, being able to woo the weak minded and debate endlessly those who would be of the stronger sort. Used his speech to convince others to do his bidding.

Clothing / armor: Daric wears fine clothes, usually consisting of a fox fur overcoat with a green tunic and light black pants with a dark black belt. He has leather boots, also black, that are buckled over the bottom of his pants. His hands are usually covered by a pair of black leather gloves, with his initials stitched on the back of the hand. He has a small scabbard to hold his dagger on his belt.

Weapons: One steel dagger

Miscellaneous items: Daric always carries a pouch of gold in his coat pocket, along with a poison that renders its victims sick, but will not kill.

Personality: Daric thrives on bartering. He is sneaky, conniving, but keeps this all inside and presents a smiling, nice demeanor on the outside. He can keep his cool in almost any situation, and is not one to fold under pressure.

Major flaw: Greed. Daric only cares about money, wealth, and power, and will do morally questionable things to accomplish his goals.

Background: Daric was born to a pair of merchants living in High Rock. His father was a shipping magnate, while his mother specialized in the art of the deal. This combination bred a child that took the best parts of both parents and packed them neatly into the likable facade of Daric. He was further schooled to be and intelligent child, and growing up in the political hotbed of High Rock taught him a great deal of conniving and deal making. The only sort of physical learning he partook in was the art of hand to hand combat, at which Daric excelled with his quickness and precision. His parents, on his twentieth birthday, presented him a large sum of money, to which he took into the world to make a living.

Daric's first business venture consisted of a string of taverns in the Imperial City. They became very profitable, until some financial discrepancies forced him to hastily sell his businesses and move on.

His next venture consisted of moving on north to Bruma, where Daric cornered the market on home building, carpentry and repairs. Again, he was forced to leave when he made enemies of the wrong group locals, and that was when he heard of the town of Valton.

Packing up his sizable fortune, Daric and his body guard, a brutish former bandit Nord by the name of Bjar Heavy-Fist set off to make their living in the town of Valton.