CISLUNAR DHASANT: THE CITY OF GARGOYLES

Korvallis Damion Sunspear was born in the IceWind Mountains to the Klesa Clan [of drow]. When Korvallis was two years old, his parents packed up and fled the wartorn mountains toward Court Marsilion. Alas, marauders had their way with the caravan several days outside Marsilion, leaving behind a swath of dead bodies and burning wagons. When an Arquian herbalist, Beverly Sunspear, investigated the remains, she found Korvallis hidden in the back of a wagon and protected by heavy blankets. Korvallis was brought home to the small coastal village of GreyTide.
Neither Beverly's husband Sean nor many of the GreyTide inhabitants approved of the adoption. Sean was a fisherman by trade and spent little time at home, and thus Korvallis grew up teased, hated, and without a guiding father-figure. Predictably, Korvallis took to rough crowds early on. After repeated run-ins with the law, Korvallis escaped into piracy at the age of 18 in the hope of saving his family÷or his mother, at least÷constant grief.
Korvallis was taken in by a drow navigator named Chorund Snow on a ship called the Sea Spectre, and taught the skills of navigation. Korvallis was also, however, taken in by the bottle, and although he mastered navigation, he was mastered by a now hazy life of immorality. The only thing Korvallis loved (besides his mother) were his cherished parrots that he carefully raised and trained.
After 16 blurred, bloodthirsty years of piracy÷and after gaining a reputation as the "Black Parrot"÷Chorund was killed and Korvallis moved up in rank as chief navigator. For 12 more years Korvallis played tactical advisor to the human captain, Orlind Mosh, plotting countless raids on innocent coastal villages, taking innocent lives, and raping innocent women. The "Black Parrot" became a name to be feared along the Arquian coast, not for his battle prowess but for his tactical, empty, uncaring, pitch-black soul. Korvallis was never a threat in hand-to-hand combat, but he had the ear, protection, and favor of Orlind, one of the coast's most successful and respected pirates, who spread rumor after rumor of his navigator's "virtues."
It was in his twelfth year as chief navigator that Korvallis unknowingly (i.e., drunkenly) plotted an attack on his home village. As usual, Korvallis strode into the village after most of the resistance was slain, seeking some easy prey. By chance, his prey was an elderly Arquian woman in an outlying house ... his mother! The trauma and shock were brutal as Korvallis realized that he was about to cut down his beloved mother. Just in time, Korvallis halted the blade's trajectory and wept in his mother's arms. Beverly successfully hid herself and Korvallis in a secret cellar as the pirates performed their defaming rituals. Korvallis and Beverly spoke few words in the next several months as Korvallis helped her relocate to another inland village. From there Korvallis went to Ankham to drown two more years of his life in gutter booze. He would never return to piracy, but the sorrow and guilt of his former life were too much to bear.
One afternoon, sleeping and hidden in a heap of refuse, Korvallis noticed a cloaked figure stalking a well-dressed man through "his" alley. If Korvallis could make a difference in his alley, he did÷it was his small way of making amends for his despicable and damned soul. In fact, Korvallis had become quite a different person in two years÷remembering few specifics of his former tyranny, Korvallis had resolved never to use a blade again. So when the cloaked figure descended upon the well-dressed man, Korvallis sprang from the refuse and kicked the longsword from the aggressor's hands.
When Korvallis awoke, he was in a palatial bed, and sitting next to him was the well-dressed man. The story was that Korvallis was poisoned in the ensuing fight, but that the well-dressed man, introducing himself as Lord Tirnan, had prevailed. Korvallis was in no mood to be congratulated, for he didn't deserve it, and motioned to leave. Unfortunately, the spirit was more willing than the ribs. Over the next few days, Korvallis was charmed by Tirnan's sterling character, faith in humanity, and optimism, and Tirnan was taken by Korvallis' pain and suffering. Without knowing his identity, Tirnan offered Korvallis a job as a privateer, and after quite a bit of protest, Korvallis finally accepted.
Over the next two years, Korvallis began to crawl out of his pit of despair and self-pity. In this time he literally relearned what it was to fight and sail÷it was no surprise that navigation (again) became his forte. A day did not go by where Korvallis wasn't amazed by Lord Tirnan's goodness÷even after learning of Korvallis' former reputation, Tirnan placed faith and responsibility in the fledgling sailor. Korvallis was not, however, so self-forgiving.
When Lord Tirnan died in a duel, Korvallis was left to find work for himself in Cislunar. With a renewed life, Korvallis had a chance to make up for his dark past. Cislunarites know Korvallis as "Damion," or simply "D."