Dargar grew up in the city of [Player_Town] and had been a member of the local militia/police force for much of his early adult life. His duties mainly entailed serving on the city watch, arresting law breakers, and busting the heads of those who resisted. During tax collection season, Dargar would serve as an enforcer, ensuring that citizens paid their taxes, either peacefully or by force. However, while off duty he was a little on the wild side, enjoying both drinking and brawling. In his youth, he served more than a few sentences of community service for disturbing the peace.
For the most part, taxes were firm but fair, so most citizens had little trouble paying. However, during a particularly troubling time, Dargar was forced to take the horses of a farmer under the orders of a cruel bailiff. The farmer pleaded with the bailiff, reasoning that without his horses he couldn’t work his fields and wouldn’t be able to pay future taxes. The farmer’s daughter ran out of their meager house to embrace her father as he wept, but the cries fell on deaf ears. Though Dargar was struck by the woman’s beauty, he was duty-bound and reluctantly seized the animals as he was ordered.
Over the following days, Dargar could not get the girl out of his mind. He would sneak back to the farm from time to time and watch from afar. When he noticed that the family was not eating well, Dargar would hunt when he was off duty. He would leave the meat at the farmhouse’s doorstep for the family to find.
Dargar sold the skins from his hunts and saved his pay, while supplementing his income with the coin he confiscated from those he arrested. Finally he managed to save enough to buy the horses from the baron and return them to the farmer. While grateful, the farmer realized there was no longer enough time left in the growing season in order to pay his taxes the next cycle.
Still smitten by the daughter’s beauty, Dargar offered to help once again. He continued to save his money until he had enough to cover the farmer’s taxes. He approached the farmer, offering to pay the farmer’s taxes in exchange for his daughter’s hand in marriage. The farmer consented to the marriage, but his daughter Fawn did not want to be married to the brutish militiaman. However, she could not go against the arrangement her father had made and begrudgingly agreed.
As the years passed, Fawn’s feelings slowly changed from resentment, to familiarity, to finally caring for Dargar. She disapproved of the fighting he was constantly involved in when he made arrests. Though he wanted to make her happy he had no training as a crafter, which was the only other option in the area for making enough coin to support a family.
This dilemma weighed heavily on Dargar’s mind, and he tried to think of ways he could retire from the militia and still make enough to support Fawn. Returning from one of his usual hunting excursions, he was attacked by a pack of wolves. Though he managed to kill a few of their number and drive the rest off, he was terribly wounded. With the sobering realization that if he lost consciousness the wolves would surely return and finish him off, Dargar crawled to the village, eventually collapsing on the doorstep of their home.
Over the next month, Fawn nursed him back to health and realized she had grown to love him after all. Dargar promised that he would find another way to earn a living and mustered out of the militia as soon as he could. He plied his trade as a woodsman, managing to make enough to support his wife and newborn son, Dillon.
One day, Dargar returned home from hunting and found Fawn shivering in a blanket. Dillon was on the floor crying, and after reassuring and placing him in his cradle, Dargar carried Fawn to the bed and ran for the healer. Unfortunately, the apothecary was nowhere to be found, and Dargar spent the next few days caring for his wife. Steadily Fawn grew weaker and on the morning of the third day died in her husband’s arms. Soon afterward Dargar learned that a great sickness had begun sweeping the land, killing almost every living soul.
Dargar now spends his time hunting for [player_town] to aid in its precarious survival. While he is out hunting, a local woman named Bethany cares for Dillon and the few other children who remain. Due to the shortage of game, many times Dargar must range out a great distance and can be gone for up to two weeks at a time.
When he is in town, Dargar will occasionally indulge in a drink, but finds he must resist the urge to break some loud mouth’s head when they start to annoy him. However, sometimes he must call upon the well-trained skills he gained during his militia days when bandits attempt to steal the precious quarry he is bringing home. To these ghouls he shows no mercy, for he knows if they succeed his son and the others who depend upon him will likely perish.