Character Information & Current Description
A halfling born to a well-to-do couple in the Halfling Shires.
Having acquired a deep fascination with magic as a boy through stories of adventure, like so many folk, he fled his home seeking knowledge and adventure for himself. Until he discovered his lacking talent. He spent years training, spending every gold piece he could earn or find to improve; but for all his efforts he gained little more than a smattering of spells. Only one thing made him stand apart from other hedge mages like himself. He could alter the future. not a lot, he would admit. But every now and then, his hazel eyes would go from their dull, aimless stare and shine bright as the future shone in his eyes. With this, when war came to Balla, Domonic found himself assigned to the siege teams on the walls. At last, in the midst of that horror, he found a use for his craft. His comrades commended him, as incoming shots would veer off course, where they should have been their death, and misfires from overworked weaponry turned into seemingly impossible blows to the enemy. Domonic was finally happy! Then the order came. The army of Balla was leaving, and the Counts men took up arms against their own comrades. Domonic tried to help his companions. He brought forth pits of fire and pools of burning grease. He warped gravity itself to way-lay the attackers, but it was not enough. Only one last roll of the dice saved his life as he was thrown from Balla's walls and into the mud and blood of the fields. Now his uniform, a leather tunic dyed black and lovingly maintained, is stained with soot and blood as he follows a doomed caravan to who knows where. His brown hair is cut short, patches show where it has been burnt in places, and his plain face is pale, save for the creeping stubble that he has not shaved in days.