Daramir

Daramir "The Drifter"
male
Gatherer/Hunter
Personality: calm, kind and easy going... most of the time...
Other: Hates chores. Hates being cooped up. Necklace is not a decoration, can't be taken off by him. The necklace is part of his curse, it keeps him from using too much magic at once (which might actually be a good thing.). His magic has a tendency to spiral out of control without the necklace.
Relative lore: He left his old clan when he grew bored of the same old routines.
Daramir pranced around then he noticed that he wasn't quite completely sure of where he was. He pulled a world map out of his alchemy kit. It was an old yellowed piece of paper and had various stains of what looked like grape juice. He looked at the Sunbeam ruins, then he looked around to see which of the places on the map described the odd ruins that he was in, “Sundial Terrace; Little is known about the original architects of the giant sundial, but many continue to study feverishly to understand its origins. Each summer, on the longest day of the year, dragons from all over the world gather around the monument and etch the outline of its giant shadow into the stone floors of the terrace, an activity that has been practiced since before the Light dragons ever settled.” Well, that description didn't match, or at least Daramir didn't think it matched, he mainly just skimmed over the words to see if anything stuck out. On to the next one then, he thought, “Mirrorlight Promenade; A massive, decorative expanse of ancient architecture, angled to perfectly line up with the rising and setting of the sun. Hundreds of crumbling pillars exist as totems to families and clans that call this platform home. Adolescent dragons practice taking flight and landing along its narrow walkways, and hatchlings play in its many crevices and on its majestic stairwells.” No, that wasn't it either. Why was this light place always so cheerful, it didn't look cheerful from where Daramir was standing. Okay, he thought, last one before I give up. “The Hewn City; A ruined, skeletal landscape of shattered structures, gripped by a shade that boggles even the Light dragon flight's most studious archaeologists. In this broken city lay secrets that are too mysterious to unearth, and even the bravest dragons are given pause when approaching its haunted outskirts.” Aha, that’s it. So the Hewn City, that’s where I am, good to know. He thought. So, that means I need to head left, over towards the Forum of the Obscured Crescent. Okay, I should be able to find my way back from here, he thought as he tucked the map back into his kit.
Relations:
Mate: None
Best friends: None
Friends: None
Family relations (in clan):
Parents: None
Grandparents: None
Aunts/Uncles: None
Siblings: None
Cousins: None
Children: None
Pet:
Caramin
female
How they met: A spirit that Calida sent to watch Daramir.