Legends of Belariath
Daimyon
There has always been a saying that looks can be deceiving. This holds especially true when it comes to the story of Daimyon. A warrior smith with the face of a carefully carved statue, and a soft heart. His is a story that shows one can never be too careful when approaching someone, and to never judge a book by it's cover.
Born to what most may consider an average family of little note, Daimyon Delacroix could have been expected to live his life in mediocrity by most standards and expectations. However, in this situation, fortune favored him and blessed him with the appearance of one who would appear to have been pampered his whole life through. It was this gift of beauty that defined most of his childhood. While he was popular with some of the girls his age, the boys were not so accepting of his apparent advantage over them in the market of attraction. Thus began the struggle that would eventually lead to a life changing choice.
At heart, Daimyon remained a friendly and accepting young man, however, due to the aggressive nature of the attention he received from other boys his age, his soft skin grew thick. He learned to deal with what the others had to say about him and take it in stride, never allowing for them to see any apparent crack in his emotional armor. This persona of a tough and cold young man took on a life of it's own. Soon he found himself involved in activities no one ever expected someone of his looks to partake in.
When he was old enough to own one, he bought his first sword. While it left much to be desired, it was still his own, and he kept it with him nearly everywhere he roamed. Just having a blade wasn't enough, he needed to know how to use it, and soon there after, began training with it. He sought out anyone who would teach him what they knew about the way of the sword, and within a few years, he had become a formidable opponent to face off against. However, this was only the beginning of a transformation that would take a young pretty boy to the height of a skilled warrior.
It was sometime during his teen years when he found he had an interest, not only in the blade he held, but the art of creating a blade. He wanted to know more about the tool he held, and how it was created in hopes that it would make him a better fighter, to grasp a deeper understanding of his weapon. Study followed practice, learning the way of a smith. First, understanding how a blade is made, then more intense subjects such as metallurgy, taking from it a knowledge of different metals, as well as their strengths and weaknesses in battle. Before everyone's eyes, the young beautiful child had evolved into a man of battle and industry.
Maturity wrote a new chapter in Daimyon's life, bringing with it a longing for more than his little village could provide. Bidding his parents and neighbors fairwell, he took to the road in search for something larger than what he had known his whole life. The journey was much harder than anything he had experienced growing up, and the real world proved to be harder and more cruel than the boys he had to deal with as a youth. The thick skin proved to be an invaluable tool in his advancement as a man at arms and of the world. He was learned and skilled, and those traits provided the tracks on which his life's course would be set upon.
As time passed, his skill as a fighter grew, and his knowledge of the craft of smithing deepened. It was who he was at that point. With conviction, he decided it would be what his life would be for the foreseeable future. His travels lead him from place to place, seeking work and shelter wherever it may be offered. Never shying away from a solid day's work for the comfort of a full belly and a roof to sleep under, he developed a strong work ethic that would stick with him for the rest of his life.
It's here where the story of Daimyon Delacroix begins...