A cloistered scholar searching for answers after his mentor was murdered, he is fearful, but intelligent and charismatic. He clings to those willing to take him under their wing, but currently sees them as a means to an end.

In his youth, in the city of "X", Davnan was always an astute student. At the school of "X", his obsession with knowledge inspired his instructors to recommend him to the advanced school of "X" within the city. Upon arrival, Davnan quickly became a star pupil and teachers pet to "X". "X" led a department devoted to uncommon languages, cyphers, and cryptic texts.
 
One night after the school had closed for the evening, "X" remained behind doing critical analysis of a recently discovered text. "X" asked Davnan to remain after hours as an assistant. "X" suspected the message contained within the text to be a warning of great importance to the safety of the Forgotten Realms, and needed Davan's prodigal eyes to help decipher the script. In a "eureka!" moment, "X" told Davnan that he believed the institutes library had one of the only two copies of the cipher needed to complete the text. Excitedly, "X" scurried back to the library to retrieve it.
 
In that moment, Davnan heard a loud explosion and the walls of the "X"'s inner study shook and it's entrance collapsed. Fear took hold of Davnan and panic consumed him. Davnan tucked the text under his robe, and began to frantically search for any escape .
 
For days - in depleting oxygen and dimming lights, Davnan clawed at the rubble that was blocking his only escape. Hoping that the study would not become his final resting place, and with barely enough air to breathe or strength to continue, a ray of orange light broke through the rubble blocking the study's entry. Davnan wedged his staff into the opening, prying the rock away until he was able to scramble through.
 
Hungry, exhausted, dazed, and confused, Davnan opened his weary eyes to find his beloved school of "X" in ruins. The texts he had once studied so passionately were now nothing but ash in his lungs. Climbing to the edge of the smoldering rubble which was once his sanctuary, Davnan wept.
 
Holding the tomb to his heart, Davnan flees the city fearing the text was the cause of the institutions destructions. Now a friendless, nervous, and cloistered scholar without a school, he now roams from parish to parish looking for clues to the text that he holds, and to the tragedy that befell his beloved school.

Age

269

Gender

Male

Hair

Grey and White

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned

Height

3'1"

Weight

41 lbs.