please tell me more about danta I love him
im always down to talk about my angel boy!!!
OKAY SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I REWROTE IT LIKE 8 TIMES AND IT WAS STILL ANNOYINGLY LONG SO IM GONNA KEEP IT SHORT N VAGUE
Born into a nomad clan of falconers in Plague.At the age of about 7 or 8 years old, broke clan law and accidentally led to the death of over half his clan. Clan law is strict, and as a result his bird was killed and himself exiled into the wastelands.
Luck was on his side as his clan had recently passed by the city of Kel, the only city within the Wastelands. He managed to make his way there and sneak through the gates, but immediately had a hard time finding food or shelter since its within the nature of Plague dragons to make as little waste as possible. When night came he could no longer contain his grief towards his lost family, but his cries caught the attention of the wrong kinds of people.
Dantalion does his best to not remember much about the years he spent in the pits, which in some ways is easy due to the dark and the malnutrition, but even as an adult he can’t forget the faces of the other children he had to kill. Being from a roving clan gave him an edge against orphans from the city, and he quick became adept at finding quick and painless ways to take a life, the only act of mercy he could offer those he lived and died besides.
His talents were noticed by a clan within the city, and one day he found himself plucked from the ring and taken by dragons who spoke a variant of his language that he didn’t understand. The clan leader took a shine to him and began to train him alongside his own son, Jackal, who was of a similar age to Dantalion. Jackal was trained to take over the clan in the event of his fathers death, and Dantalion was trained to be his enforcer.Jackal often attempted to befriend him, but traumatised and unable to understand, Dantalion made little attempt to reciprocate. The two were often utilised in the clans criminal activities, as most would never suspect mere children to have violent intentions.
Dantalion fell into the life of killing upon order easily, and remained this way until he was around 15 years old when Jackal’s father began business dealings with a small group of mercenaries. Jackal and Dantalion were sometimes instructed to go with them to work, and Dantalion found that he meshed well with the group, particularly with a Fae boy of a similar age named Jansher. When the contract with the clan ended and the group made to leave, Dantalion ran away to join them, leaving Jackal behind.
The groups leader, Irbakh, saw potential in Dantalion. Originally she intended to help hone Dantalion’s physical fighting skills but realised after Dantalion had to be pried off another of the mercenaries before he caved his skull in that the years in the pits had simply traumatised him too greatly. Instead, due to his otherwise patient nature and sharp eye, Irbakh instead saw fit to teach him how to use some of the firearms that the group had recently aquired.
With little else to occupy his time, Dantalion spent every free moment he had practising, and what little time he didn’t spend practising he spent with Jansher. Jansher was a soft spoken and pleasant boy, and while he never figured out how someone so sweet got into such an unpleasant line of work, he was infinitely grateful that Jansher didn’t mind his silence and never pushed him for details. The group spent several years together and Dantalion slowly, ever so slowly, grew to care for them, even going so far as to develop romantic feelings towards his first true friend.
It all came to an end with an assassination mission that seemed no different to any of the hundreds of others they’d carried out before then. The group would infiltrate on a ground level undercover, and Dantalion was to hide high above to take the shot - Except he missed, and the last thing he remembers of that night is the target dragons gaping jaws closing around him.
Darkness.
The next memory is him, alive but in agonising pain, staring at a ceiling. A face he doesn’t recognise leans over him, and says she’s so happy to finally meet him, and that she’s so glad he’s okay. The witch’s face turns sour when he asks what happened - She’s sorry, but his lady friend used the last of her life to bring him here, there was nothing she could do. She already buried her, she figured it was better if he didn’t see her the way that she was in the end. Overcome with grief, Dantalion fled without so much as asking the witch’s name.
The knowledge that he’d led to the death of another family almost killed him.
For 10 years after that, he wandered directionless, living only to further the one craft he had and offer his services to whoever could pay for them. Never staying in one place for too long to avoid the law, Dantalion eventually found himself in the city of Ogygia, wherein he had a run in with an irritating drunkard who had a hard time taking “no” for an answer.
