DAMIEL HYMELOPTERA, Chief Artificer of House Cabbage
Alchemist, poisoner & weapons engineer
My character reference for THE DEVOURED YEAR! Plaintext under the cut.
FOOD: Honey
AFFILIATION: Vegetania, The Bulbian Church
ATTRIBUTES: natural microbial resistance, familiar with the anatomy and physiology of every kind of Caloran there is. Singlemindedly focused on his craft. Deeply asocial.
All his problems are made up inside his head
Is not religious, but has prejudices against Candia that align with sects of the Church.
Freak superiority complex. Has no particular love for any nation, but would rather work in Vegetania amongst devout Bulbians and stand out very obviously as opposed to living in a state of ambiguity, as he felt living in Candia.
Frequent pilferer of corpses.
His “business” thrives during the
war. Often secretly travels behind
envoys to sites of battles to collect new samples.
Does not yearn for titles or land; wishes to conduct his scientific research in peace.
Accidental single mother of two one.
HISTORY:
After surviving untouched by the fungal rot that took the lives of his parents, Damiel developed a ruthless interest in all matter of decay. His natural microbial resistance gives him a leg up over other alchemists, allowing him to conduct experiments that would be death sentences to… “weaker” folk. His research afforded him a secure position as chief alchemist working in Brightgarden, supplying soldiers and assassins under the employ of the court and the Church with tools designed to cause irreparable damage to their foes. Prior to the war, he gifted one construct each (who would later become Sir Brutus and Sir Sietric, though he did not care enough to name them at the time) to the nobility of Vegetania and Fructera respectively in an attempt to secure trust in his capabilities. He then promptly moved on with his life, having successfully rid himself of what he viewed as the unintended results of an overgrown lab culture while simultaneously gaining favour in both kingdoms.
Despite his sweet constitution, Damiel does not consider himself Candian and resents being mistaken as such. Born to a Meatlander mother (へぼ, edible wasps) and a Fructeran father (honeydew melon) on the outskirts of Candia, his bitterness derived from growing up culturally alienated from his peers developed into a vicious superiority complex against Candians, whom he views as “unnatural”, “refined” sugars. By the time the whispers of the Ramsian Doctrine were introduced to him (stumbled upon during his frequent forays into researching forbidden texts), he was already ready to commit himself to a cause that could easily swallow him as well. However, having found that some Candians do not tend to rot as easily, he has moved onto workshopping purified water steel technology in hopes of one day creating the perfect tools to dismantle them.
