Townsfolk Dominic Lesprin
Name Dominic Lesprin
Position Rogue
Second Position Shop Keeper
Rank Townsfolk
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Race | Human | |
| Age | 30 | |
| Affiliation | Potioneer's Guild | |
| Class | rogue | |
| Secondary Class | none |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 1m72 | |
| Weight | 65kg | |
| Hair Color | Dark | |
| Eye Color | Grey | |
| Physical Description | Dominic is no warrior. He is not frail but slender enough for heavy armor to look absolutely ridiculous on him. He has shoulder-length dark hair, usually tied back so it doesn't fall in his eyes while he works. Thin wire-rimmed glasses are precariously perched on his nose, sometimes shading his grey eyes. Most often he wears a sturdy leather tunic, discolored and stained by the occasional potion spill, and a heavy fur-lined cloak as he is often cold. He can never be seen without his utility belt, which contains common tools of his trade and a few potions. |
Family
| Father | Dante Lesprin | |
| Mother | Maryssa Lesprin |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Dominic is wholly devoted to his trade. It is a passion as much as a living ; he spends most evenings, if not brewing, then thinking about the recipes he wants to create, experimenting with scents, testing new ingredients. He has a small collection of books about botany and potion-making that are amongst his most treasured possessions. He travels a lot in the pursuit of his trade and is quite open-minded about other people and cultures. So long as they don't bother him he is quite happy to leave them be ; as such he has little interest or time for prejudice. He follows his own moral code, seeing the law as fallible and highly dependent on culture and history. As a result he is fairly indifferent to apostates - and in fact sympathizes with their wish to be free. Generally speaking he keeps to himself and minds his own business. He is unlikely to meddle in the business of others unless he has a stake in it. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Dominic is very knowledgeable about potions, but isn't really good at anything else. He can use a sword (sort of...) because his lifestyle means he had to defend himself more than once, but his version of "using a sword" mostly means "wave it at people and try to hit them with the pointy end". Most of all in combat he relies on his potions to hide or escape (creating smoke, exploding or releasing a slippery substance that would slow down his opponents). In a "fair" fight he is sure to lose ; in a less than "fair" fight he can pull his weight. He is handy with a dagger, and can pretty much peel an apple so thin you can see through the skin. He travels a great deal and knows a smattering of languages... but none of them very well, so he struggles to express himself. |
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| Ambitions | Make enough money to one day buy his own shop and finally stop travelling | |
| Hobbies & Interests | Potions. Potions. Potions. Did I mention potions ? With a side interest in potion ingredients. In the rare occurrences when Dominic is not working, he can be seen enjoying a glass of wine, reading a book and even play the balalaika and sing songs from his home, in an obscure dialect that pretty much no one else can speak. |
| Personal History | Dominic hails from a village called Slodansk in the Hunterhorn mountains, somewhere between the Anderfels, Nevarra and Orlais. It was once a flourishing town but changes in politics and new, easier trade routes, means it dwindled back to obscurity. What nation this village actually belongs to has been lost to posterity ; the inhabitants speak a bastardized dialect with borrowed words from all three languages, and, some say, with many words from the Voshai. It is a harsh though beautiful land, cold and snowy, the inhabitants survive mostly through trapping, hunting, fishing and stone-carving. Although there is a Chantry in Slodansk it has been empty for the past few years as the Chantry struggles to find any volunteers to spread the word of the Maker in this forsaken place (and also there is a long-standing dispute between the Chantry and Imperial Chantry about whose responsibility it is). As a result the locals are not well-versed in the Chant. Like most children in Slodansk Dominic was apprenticed at a young age, and after a particularly harsh winter, to a master potion-maker. He spent most of his apprenticeship in the Hunterhorn mountains, going from village to village with his master. As soon as he gained his mastery though he left, dreaming of sun and summers that would last more than a few weeks. This is how he started to travel from city to fair to festival, to sell his potions, hoping to one day make enough money to buy his own shop, preferably somewhere warm like Antiva or Rivain. |
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| Training and Experience | Potion-making : master Swordsmanship : knows which one is the pointy end Archery : Managed to never shoot himself in the foot. Yet. Daggers : Master. Especially when it comes to chopping and dicing. Cooking : Quite decent Music : Amazing (says he), Decent (says most everyone else), sucks (say people who don't like him) Dazzling customers : passing grade Bartering : Rarely gets swindled Foreign languages : Knows many of them, none of them well |