Darus was born to a small dwarven tribe that travelled the Ringin mountains in constant search of food, supplies and resources to trade for the first two.
At roughly the age of 20, the dwarven tribe was set upon by ravenous beasts, the likes of which the tribe had never seen before. Unfortunately, the small clan was no match. The beasts wiped them all out, save for Darus, who happened to be off on his own, searching for water.
(Low-Charisma)Upon his return to the site where his entire clan was massacred, Darus’ mind broke under depression and guilt. As a result of this event, he feels he is only capable of caring for himself, and in a misguided attempt to ‘save’ others, Darus does not openly converse with strangers without good reason. He is cold, and has a very bleak outlook on life. This, coupled with complete social isolation for the next 20 years makes Darus a difficult individual to talk to.
(High Dexterity/Lowish Strength) Fearing the danger of whatever beasts killed his family, and the memories the mountains bring him, Darus wandered into the desert at the mountains feet and has wandered them for most of his life. A scarcity of food, and a need for agility have made Darus a dexterous dwarf, albeit a slightly weaker one in comparison to his race’s average.
(High Wisdom) Travelling the Deserts was a learning experience of course, and although He was a smart dwarf, his time in the desert has made him wise well beyond his years when it comes to matters concerning primal spirits and life in the wilderness.
At the age of 35, he was captured by slavers. They quickly learned however, that Darus had a hard time working with others, and he was not as well suited to the brute work most dwarf slaves were put to. So instead, they used him to breed mul’s. This worked fine for the slaver’s for a while, but during one slave auction, an aspiring customer asked to seek the mul slave’s (Zorus, as a young boy of 7) father, to see where the stock came from. Upon seeing the weak dwarf, many of the buyers quickly lost interest, and in an attempt to save coin, sold both the father, now 40 years old, and son to one of the kinder slave owners, Kayardi Drassad. 15 years of frustration, kindness and mutual respect have made Kayardi the only person Darus would consider a friend. He serves his master and friend loyally, and loves his son fiercely, vowing to do whatever he can to keep his son safe.
