Darangol Elleurence

[UncleAsriel]

Name: Darangol Elleurence, sometimes jokingly called The Boy Scout by close friends

Age: Twenty-four seasons or so, although he uses his world’s time system rather than Earth’s. He looks in his early twenties.

Gender: Male, as the scruffy beard suggests. However, he is a little effeminate in his mannerisms on occasion, as he fails to fulfil the image of a gruff woodsman that his appearance seems to suggest.

Species: Human, from another world

Description and Physiology: Darangol is a tall and muscular fellow, having spent much of his boyhood and youth among the forests of his world. His mother, a herbalist, and his father, a lumberjack both were hardy in the face of diseases and the elements, and he has been graced with both attributes. His sandy coloured hair is a mess, as is his scraggled beard, and his unique smell of drying herbs and an unwashed body all give him away. Caucasian, he has unexciting blue eyes and weathered skin. He usually wears a forest green cloak overtop of grey and brown working clothes (picture peasants’ clothes from the dark ages and you won’t go far wrong), and he always has a belt on to which his pouch and dagger are attached.

Physical Abilities:
Although he is sturdy enough to fight off a bad case of the flu, and strong enough to lift a fallen log off of the path, he has no extraordinary powers.

Supernatural Abilities:
He has nothing exciting here, either, although his pouch is enchanted (a gift from his brother, the sorcerous Kyril) and some of his herbs have special properties.

Equipment:
His dagger, a coming of age present from his father when Darangol underwent a rite of passage (i.e. surviving along in the winter wilderness for a nine days), is constantly at his side, being used often for the preparation of remedies or in the cooking of various dinners. Although it could theoretically be used in a fight, Darangol is not the fighting type, and would much sooner flee the scene than stick around and get beaten up.

His pouch is by far more interesting. Made of leather, it’s inside contains all of the basic camp necessities (tinder, flints, some pemmican of dried meat and fruit) and a few common medicinal herbs that generally prove useful should one fall and scrape their knee, or catch a sniffle. Deeper down, however, lies something special: a hidden flap that extends into a space far larger than the bag’s total size. Should he ever show it to someone (which isn’t likely to happen, given how his brother made him promise to keep it a secret and all), they would find a dry, rocky tunnel that goes down into a closed cavern. In this cavern, he keeps all of his dried herbs and prepared mixtures to help treat a wide range of medical conditions. Luminous fungi grow of the walls, allowing him to see what he does in his little hidden microcosm.

Origin and History:
Born into his parents home as the youngest of two children, Darangol grew under the shadow of his firey brother Kyril and in relative isolation in comparison to his peer in the village a quarter of a mile down the path. Although naive to the ways of the world, he learned his mother’s herbalist art by the fire, and became quite proficient at it as he grew.
In the winter of his eighth year, he got lost in the wilderness during a snowstorm, and was barely alive when his father found him lying in the snow. After recovering from near death, his father taught him the skills of a woodsman to ensure that he would never need to suffer in the woods again.
Sometime when he turned ten, his teenaged brother, rebelliously wishing to learn the art of magic and abandon his family’s overbearing influence in his life, left home for good to study under a wandering mage. This devastated the close- knit family’s structure, and left a profound impact on the young healer.
Upon entering manhood, it was expected that he take up the woodsman’s trade, like his father. Instead, Darangol chose the healer’s path, a traditionally feminine duty. As the village already had a healer, he was required to leave home. Joining a caravan of pilgrims, he wandered for a few years, reuniting with his brother on one occasion and receiving a gift of the bottomless pouch before a parting of ways. He stumbled into a fairy ring on a midsummer’s eve and found himself in a place called TreeSprite’s Grove. Soon finding himself comfortable, he became a resident there, until the scourge of Cthulu forced him to flee for his life. In another planar calamity,he ended up in the Dojo, where he currently wanders.

Although he would consider his family homestead his true home, he has made residence in TreeSprite’s Grove, by the Wellness Willow.


Alignment/Personality:
Darangol is a simple, kindhearted soul who generally believes that there is good of all things. He’s cheery and friendly, once someone gets past his initial shyness. Being a healer, his job is to try and alleviate the suffering of other beings, and he follows a sort of druidic Hippocratic oath he learned from his mother. Generally, it involves an oath to never abuse his herbal medicine or intentionally cause another harm through poisoning, etc. Having learned from his father, a woodsman, how to hunt with snares and the like, he is knowledgeable in how to kill and prepare fish and game, but he’d much rather eat vegetables and fruits. He hates to irritate or cause a ruckus. He’s very timid, and people can easily walk over him, sometimes making him a target for the less scrupulous.

Allies:
He always was and continually is extremely close to his magician brother. Despite their obvious differences, they always found a common ground and have true fraternal devotion to one another.
He knows Uncle Asriel through some acquaintances in the Grove, and is on good terms with him.
He is said to have had an affair with the kitsune Jade Hasu san Hisuiro, but as of yet it appears only to have been nothing more than juicy gossip.