"Cause it was never part of the plan
To be a middle aged man
To be sat outside a hostel, shaking strangers hands
But I've drunk away my wealth
I'm a picture of bad health
And I'm a shadow of a shadow of a former self"
BASICS
NAME: Daosea (Dow-say-ah)
GENDER: Cis Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BIRTHDATE: Mid winter 2706
AGE: 67
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION:Retired Miner
WING: N/A
APPEARANCE
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Gray
HEIGHT AND BUILD:
PLAY-BY: Curzon Dobell (as Hosea Matthews from RDR2)
FULL APPEARANCE:
Daosea is a man who looks like he’s lived it all. His hair has long gone gray, his cheekbones are sharp and his eyes somewhat sunken by a history of alcohol abuse. His hands tremble often, and he walks with a bad back and a cane to help him stay upright. The turns of being a miner has taken its toll on him. That said, he tries to put on a proper appearance, often dressing sharper than necessary in the hopes that no one looks down on him too harshly.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
In his youth, Daosea was a witty, sharp man. He was a slick talker, a charmer. But these days, while he has retained his sense of humor, he’s lost a lot of his youthful spark. He has an extreme aversion to violence, preferring to talk things out and try to solve things that way. He’s got a soft spot for animals and children, and when his back is feeling good he can be found telling stories of his glory days to creche children. He owns one horse, an old, lean, silver-gray colored horse he calls Silver Mark. With his wife and child no longer in the picture, she’s the best companion he has.
His biggest flaw, and one that will dog him until he dies, is his alcoholism. He can’t function without a drink once he gets up, and many more throughout the day. A bad habit and one he cannot break, the man will forgo meals and common sense for a drink. This has lead to arguments, shouting, and the loss of friends and family. He’s chased them all off with his addiction. He freely admits to himself that the reason he tries to entertain creche children is an attempt to do better, to be a better father figure than he was to his own children.
HISTORY
FAMILY: Bessi (wife, deceased), Bessea (daughter, 33), Daseos (son, 27)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None right now
BIRTHPLACE: A mining hold near High Reaches
HISTORY:
Born to an unremarkable family in an unremarkable place, Daosea was always a bright, sly child. He had a talent for swindling people out of their marks with his wit and charm, which often lead to him getting into trouble when (or if) he got caught.
Destined to be a miner, Daosea apprenticed when he was first able, and was on track to spend the rest of his life toiling among the wherhandlers and the soot and stone. With nothing else to do in his hold, it was how he was going to live for the rest of his days.
He was in the trade for turns before he met Bessie. She was working at the makeshift tavern for the miners, often serving drinks and providing conversation. It took him multiple months of trying to woo her before she finally told him that if he wanted a chance, he would need to drop his schmoozing and approach her like a real person. Defeated, he resolved to actually drop his act with her. Several months later, it worked, and the two of them did decide to properly become a couple.
After a few turns, the two were married.
Daosea was 34 when his daughter was born. Though he loved her dearly, he could only do so much for her and his wife. Between that, and the stress of more work in the mines, alcohol became a much more interesting proposition. Though he tried to hold on, when his son was born - the trauma of childbirth killing his dear wife - Daosea was fully in the bottle at 40.
Though not the only miner in the hold to fall to alcoholism, Daosea fell worse and worse. He yelled at his children often, even when they grew into adolescence. When searchriders came, Daosea in his drunken stupor, yelled at his children to leave and never come back if they could not appreciate the work he’s done for them. They did leave, and only when sobriety struck him the following morning did he realize what he had done.
He grew worse, and worse, toiling in the mines until his back gave out. The traveling healer who had come to the hold forbade him from working, and forced him to retire elsewhere. He paid the journey to High Reaches, sure he will never see his children, and maybe that is a punishment he deserved. These days he can only sit, drinking in his guilt.
