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Daisy was born after the mountain drows of Flugathim became a nomadic race. Raised along the green paths his small clan of a hundred or so drows traveled, Daisy was taught the ways of Fluerahigm and became a follower of the "flower cult" as they are called by outsiders. His childhood consisted of learning flower language, nature magic, and survival skills. He was never a good hunter or battle mage but he was known to be loyal, sharp witted, and a good forager. When he came of age 8 years ago he chose the name Daisy for himself (as daisies symbolize the ability to keep secrets-a sign of true love and loyalty-and innocence/purity) and set off to become a prophet of Fluerahigm. He now travels Myhdruil, not looking to convert anyone, but looking for the sacred floral land legends speak about so that his race can settle down and pressing pretty flowers into notebooks along the way.
Distant | Quite | Carefully Spoken | Immature | Cry Baby | Terrible Temper | Anxious | Passionate | Egotistical | Helpful | Dutiful | Loyal | Cowardly | Naive | Flustered Easily
Daisy looks like a cold and mature underdog, someone to fear and leave alone, simply because he's always lurking around in his dark hooded cloak. In all honesty, however, despite being a quite and carefully spoken individual he's a very immature cry baby with a terrible tempter and anxious temperament. Speak directly to him and he'll either freeze up, unsure how to respond (thus making him look cool and contemplative) or he'll ramble on in a passionate rant that usually includes some racist or egotistical drow view. It's safe to say that he's a very passionate individual who has very little compassion for anyone accept the flowers of the land and his own race. Despite this people often mistake him for altruistic simply because he hates being distracted from his quest and will go out of his way to help others if it means they'll leave him alone. He's dutiful and loyal to his people but a coward all the same. It's safe to say that his looks are deceiving as he's pretty naive and gets flustered easily. He is the epitome of "bark is worse then bite".
TL;DR- Looks cool and edgy but is actually an immature and spoiled brat, will spend a week helping you make the perfect grilled cheese as long as you "leave him alone" afterwards.
-Often uses old slang like "that's a daisy!" which might seem pretentious but actually used to mean that was great before common slurred it into "that's a doozy!"
-Communicates in flower language, shows up with a random bouquet to challenge people to duels or say he likes them alot. In his culture it's the tongue of assassins and lovers.
-Can play the recorder and has a pretty good singing voice, most of the songs he knows talk about his goddess or family traditions since he was really only taught hymns and folk music at home
-Not good at battle magic or melee combat but he's great with a bow and arrow or set of daggers; he's not super strong and is actually a cry baby when it comes to pain but if he gets the first blow in his poisons and fear-born ferocity can usually over power a victim.
-Does he mind having companions? No as long as they don't get in his way. He's accidentally raised a whole clutch of geese after they hatched and imprinted on him. He was followed around for a whole season by baby geese hissing and snapping on his heels and he honestly... did not care. When it comes to bipedal creatures they can tag along as long as they respect nature, don't keep him up at night, and aren't "too annoying" tbh he sometimes appreciate having someone around since he can force them to make food and/or prattle on about his goddess.
