Name: Dee
Wealth: None
Race: Human
Class: Once a Warrior
Alignment: Neutral
They call me “Dee”, though that is not the name given me by my parents. They call me Dee because I am Despondent, Depressed, Disillusioned, Disabled, Dishonored, Discouraging, and Disgusted. I have knocked on Death’s door and survived many a time. Yet once, Death came for me and took all that was precious except my life. That he left, I can only presume, for his amusement at my longsuffering misery.
I like the company of people for they distract from my pain. But they don’t like me, for I know the truth, and I speak the truth, and seldom do people want to learn through words that only sound of despair. I speak the truth, for I know the depth of deceit contained in the heart of man. I know the ingratitude woman is able to display. I do not hate, but I hurt. My hurt is shown in my words. My deeds? They are too frail to matter.
May Death be swift, or may God send resurrection. I cannot abide in this state of torment!
This man is pathetic! He is called Dee for the “D”eath he “D”esires and “D”eserves.
Signed: Dee
Aww. What a poor, unfortunate man you are. Though, you are of no importance to me, why must you believe you are of no importance to anyone else?
Rose, you are one of a thousand breaths of fresh air in the beautiful forest of Ravenwood. And you were certainly right. Dee turned out to be very important. I never understood his doom and dispair attitude, and was certainly glad to see him come around again. I think he would now agree with me, that we should always look on the bright side of life!