Duvamil Aliston Roywyn Caulston Yock (Darcy)
There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest
Monk, Way of the Open Hand – Level 6
Age 78 (magically looking 84, thanks Balthazar) and Chaotic/Good
Full Gnomish name:Duvamil Aliston Roywyn Caulston Yock, though she goes by Darcy most of the time.
2 ft 4 inches in height, blonde hair, not afraid to be nude
HP- 48 AC – 16 (Unarmoured Defence, wis)
Feat: Magic Initiate
Str 10, Dex 18, Con 15, Int 15, Wis 15, Cha 8
Carries a sickle blade called Karma, that her father adapted for her, it’s almost as big as she is, but perfectly balanced.
Wears a “magic” snake band on her arm that she will not give up for anything. His name is Simon.
Has a pet baby owlbear called Albert, who she “saved” when his mother was killed by a “dragon”, definitely not by her. She loves him greatly.
Fears Orcs, that ravished her homeland
Worships Ilmater, god of Endurance, at the Monastery of the Yellow Rose.
Somewhere in the world The Grand Master breathes his last breath, the wind picks up and blows through the mountains, and on the other side in a deep forest at the same exact moment a baby Gnome is born.
Born in the forest to hard-working tinker parents, Darcy grew up with an appreciation for nature and an inquisitive mind that often lead her into trouble. She was seen by her peers as a strange child, always in trouble, unable to sit still for long, with violet eyes that showed a soul much older than the young gnome looking back at you. She was graceful and boisterous without the patience for the intricate work her parents and peers carried out.
When she wasn’t at school (which was often, she had no love for learning) she would be seen alone in the forest clearing dancing to music no-one else could hear, the wind her partner and friend. She practiced meditations and delicate movements everyday, pulling and pushing against an invisible force that drove her on. Once slow, as years passed the motion was a blur of feet and arms and long hair, whipping in the wind, bending with the trees, it was as if Darcy and the forest she called home were one.
One day while Darcy was up in the clearing dancing, a hoard of Orcs came stampeding through their forest home, hunting the forest elves that lived by the clearing. They rush through, swinging axes and clubs, they set fire to everything. By the time Darcy had made it back to her home, following the cries of her family and friends, there was nothing left of her home. She picked up a sickle and chased after the Orcs, screaming wildly, making attempts to attack them. The orcs found this hilarious rather than frightful, and with one crack of a mace Darcy was felled. She was found 3 days later by a travelling warrior monk.
The warrior nursed Darcy back to health while she mourned her lost family and friends. After a few weeks of moping she was pulled back to the forest clearing in the middle of the night by a whispering voice in her head. From a distance the warrior monk watched as this young gnome danced and spun in the air, and when she was finished he told her tales of Warrior Monks and drew a map of a path to a Monastery over the mountains that would help her understand what the dance meant, and hone her skills so that she might protect herself next time.
She packed her bag that night, and as she left the village the wind picked up and swirled around her, she took a deep breath in, tied up her hair, and let go of the map she had been given. She did not need it, a voice in her head told her she already knew the way. It took Darcy the best part of a year to walk the long path to the Monastery of the Yellow Rose, over the mountains behind her home, and when she arrived in the steps the Monks tending the gardens looked into her eyes and knew her at once.
She had been training at the Yellow Rose for almost 60 years when one night she awoke in the monastery sickroom alone, covered in sweat, no idea why she was there. Music and whispers in her head told her of a great evil coming, her feet moved without her thought, back to her dorm, her body working on its own, making her pack up the few possessions she owned, and forcing her to take flight down the steps and away from the Yellow Rose. She was off to save the world, if her dreams were anything to go by.