Name: Deeson Voss
Race: Human
Location: Hania, Witchlight Strand
A mountain of a man and a man whom the people of Hania consider their leader. Deeson Voss gets attention when he speaks. His low, bass voice has a remarkable tendency to cut air and still remain clear and intact. A former soldier, Voss retired from the military with a rank of a Guard Captain and decided to detach himself from the environs of city life. He considers large population centers as repulsively too crowded, filthy and decadent preferring to wake up in serene silence breached only by the sounds of birds. His ladyfriend was originally from Hania and that's where he resituated himself after he left the military. Unfortunately he was able to share a life with his woman, Lucia, for only couple of years when she died giving birth to their son - who regrettably also passed away just days after the troubled birth.
Losing a companion and a son was a hard bite to swallow even to a seasoned veteran of war, but with the help of the good people of Hania, he was able to pull himself up from the deep, dark hole of misery. The help of the villagers proved to Deeson that he was right all along - that the "simple" rural people far exceed the emotional walking dead of big cities in their ability to extend courtesy, share their meager bread and ale and be emotionally available. So after this revelation, Deeson decided to remain in Hania and he built himself a sturdy and spacious home.
Deeson Voss is strict, determined and blunt. He does not much care for the fanciness of city folks and his hard-working no-nonsense attitude has gained him a lot of respect. His determination to finish things he has started borders on insane stubborness and he absolutely loathes idle hands, star-gazing, loitering and pretty much any other non-physical activity that might allow the mind to wander and unpleasant memories to surface. Needless to say Deeson has not tackled his own past and is actively trying to repress his memories and feelings.
Despite him being like an ox, Deeson is blindingly fast. His reactions are etched deep into his muscle memory and his instincts serve but one purpose - survival. Under duress - like combat - he is somehow able to channel his repressed emotional baggage into devastating power that sometimes surprises even himself. There are stories of him cutting an orc vertically into two pieces in one blow with an axe. In fact ... several such stories and they are being backed up many witnesses from the village. People that have had no other option except to try and defend their families against raiding orcs.
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