( Private Daemon ) A glimpse into the past during a near death training exercise.

1,997, 1,998, 1,999, 2,000 counted within Daemon's mind as he preformed several abdominal crunches while hanging upside down from a cliff in a fierce blizzard by a rope and shirtless. Daemon was honing his resistance to the bitter cold while doing his daily training regiment so it was obvious to any sane person that the best place to do so was atop a mountain. Daemon carefully hoisted himself back onto the cliff and removed the rope from his leg then calmly proceeded to a nearby cave which served has his home/ base of operations while he was in training. A few hours passed with Daemon calmly meditating in the tranquil bliss of the all but silent cave. Within his mind Daemon was experiencing the past three years of his life.

( this is a flash back monologue and Daemon's backstory of his past adventures during the three year time skip I chose the opening out of a memory of my own where I always had one of my Rp characters doing something crazy Also each post will follow the line of either four or five months starting off with the first month )

First Month of the First Year: Well this is a fine situation isn't it ?" Daemon at age 23 asked himself mentally since his month was currently gagged while he was surrounded by half breed villagers carrying wooden spears and guns in the middle of the outer lands of Pandora's vast jungles. Dangling next to Daemon was the village chief's own daughter. The Village Chief slowly walked up to Daemon and his daughter and told them that they both would be slain for their crimes against the village. In actuality the only crime the daughter is guilty of is giving our friend Daemon some first aid due to a rather nasty misstep Daemon took during the night before and sadly broke his left leg. Apparently Daemon's crime was his human form within their borders. Daemon looked at the ground and sighed slightly and told the village chief's one of the greatest lies He had ever came up with telling him that he was born of two half breed wolves and he was told to hide his half breed traits to blend into normal society. Though painful and somewhat difficult to make it appear easy Daemon was able to make a pair of wolf ears and a onyx black tail grow from his spine. A week passed after that day and Daemon was given a full pardon for his crime along with the Chief's daughter. Daemon was actually unable to hold this new form the first few days and played it off that he was so used to hiding his half breed traits from the world.

Fifth Month of the first year: Daemon journey forced him to leave the Half breed village with a saddened look back at the kinship he felt with the villager yet he knew that he had to continue his travels. With his gear packed and supplies prepared Daemon headed out towards the desert regions on a rumor he had heard from one of the villagers about a legendary treasure known for collecting the souls of all whom dare come into contact with it. around the next month Daemon had finally reached his destination after four weeks of walking and hunting for rare creatures. By the time Daemon had reached the town near the ruins said to house the treasure he amassed a collection of rare hides and exotic meats from scorpions to giant sand worms . A few hours passed and Daemon had sold the hides for some of the local currency and checked into the local inn to set up a base of operations for his time here.

The Next Morning Daemon arose to find a dagger poised against his throat being held by a strange female. Normally Daemon wouldn't really care some random woman in a hotel if they were either a patron or somehow ended up in the wrong room. Daemon kicked the woman in the stomach sending her flying across the room with the knife falling in between them. Daemon jumped out of the bed and was able to reach the knife and threw the woman that quickly lunged at him to the floor by using her forward momentum against her and held the blade to her own throat and told her she had two seconds to explain who she was and why she wanted to kill him. Completely oblivious to the chaos going on within the room was a simple maid who just left the room from across the hall and promptly used her master key to open the door to the sight of a stark naked Daemon n top of a woman with a blade to her throat. Daemon turned his head yet didn't remove the blade from the woman throat and stare at the maid which in turn started a very awkward staring contest.

( Since some of you enjoyed the last post were going to have a double post where time will not move forward by five  months until a specific point has passed within the rp world.)

The Maid's faced began to turn scarlet then shifted into a more darker crimson as she slowly closed the door in front of her with a rather obvious nosebleed doing her best not to stain her regal looking dress . Daemon then turned his attention back to the woman underneath him whom also had a red face and a faint nosebleed. "Who are you?" Daemon asked threateningly as he increased the pressure slightly on the knife drawing a thin amount of blood from the assailants throat. The woman grumbled and opened her mouth to speak. I am the member of the Agency whom servers as a beacon for true order through out the land. I heard that the lapdog of that bitch in Fiore was ARGGGGGGGGGHhH You BASTARD !!!!!. " Daemon had stabbed the woman's left hand embedding the blade into the wooden floor then broke off the handle from the rest of the dagger. Daemon got off of the woman and quickly got dressed and nonchalantly told the woman  he was going to remove the knife and bandage her wound but if she attempted to do anything he would shoved his auto mail claw into her stomach and rip out her pancreas.

The woman paled and nodded slowly as Daemon took out his satchel and pulled out some medical supplies the Half breed villagers gave him after teaching him how to use each of them extensively. Daemon quickly removed the blade from the woman's hand and began to clean the wound then started to disinfect it with a salve given to him by the Half breed chief's daughter. After cleaning the wound Daemon quickly bandaged The woman's hand  and told her to leave and never return or he wouldn't bandage her next time. The woman nodded and proceeded to exit yet stopped just as she opened the door. Why didn't you kill me; I'll be ordered to try again." The woman asked as Daemon packed of his supplies and picked up his staff before turning around and walking towards the door. Because killing you would be pointless and serve only to hinder my goals which would lead to me spending time either in jail or dead ." He said as he and woman walked out the door and closed it behind them . The two walked  down the stairs and headed to the front desk before bumping into the maid from earlier who promptly blushed and did her best to avoid looking at the two of them until right before they left the maid ran up to Daemon and proceeded to hug and kiss the priest then just as suddenly as she ran up she left and head back to her duties leaving her address and number in Daemon's hand. After Daemon's brain rebooted he quickly proceeded to reach for his canteen and promptly began to clean his mouth due to the fact that the maid's kiss and lip tasted like scorpion venom mixed with sandworm excrement.[/color]

tenth month of the first year: Daemon had finally acquired the artifact from within the ancient crypt in turned out that an ancient lich had transferred their soul stealing abilities into their mirror when they died and the mirror had amassed quite the collection of tortured souls. Daemon was able to resist the soul stealing mirror due to his mixed blood and promptly placed a rather potent seal he borrowed from a local dark guild which he gave a sound beating to for finding out that they were the ones who used the woman from his hotel room who was actually just a harmless freelancer looking for work. and tried to have the maid while under hypnosis to seduce him. The maid might have worked if the hypnotic solution they used on her didn't taste worse then sh*t. ( If I use vulgarity it will be censored unless it's character Dialogue) Daemon stared at the mirror's reflective surface and sighed thinking about the past five months left our young friend with a few broken bones and nearly a few new scars.

As Daemon stood at the edge of the city preparing to embark for home the Freelancer ran over to him with a new job she wanted help on. It turned out that near the border of Fiore a wealthy merchant was stock piling treasure from the fall of the old Magic Council and apparently came into possession of Something that once belonged a man the nearby people once called the Lunar knight of Era. Daemon's eyes widened at the mention of the man's title until he began to shake violently before letting out a blood curdling roar. As He screamed Daemon transformed into his dire wolf form completely ignoring that fact that he was still inside of the towns borders. Mira get on my back we'll be able to cross the desert much faster. Daemon knew that even in his true form he knew he wouldn't be able to cross the entire desert within a month an another four months through the Half Breed Jungle. Knowing this Daemon helped the freelancer Mira onto his back as he quickly darted across the swirling sands.

( Crossing both the desert and jungle will take Daemon roughly five months on his own since he is capable of surviving on less hours of sleep then the typical mage. His traveling companion Mira was not so lucky ) Seventh month of Year two: With the full moon lighting their way Daemon and his partner in "crime" Mira had arrived at the edge of Fiore where the client was waiting several miles away from the target's mansion atop of cliff. Daemon now nearly twenty five years old stared at the mansion and the forested area around it. Memories of Yuna and his family flowed through his mind as a smile graced his face. Daemon told himself that after this mission he would return to Fiore and remain there for the rest of his days if need be. Before Daemon left he had hidden the locket away within his family's secret home. For the most part Daemon ignored the client and refused to move until Mira told him it was time to get to work . Daemon nodded and walked backward slightly and turned towards the cliff and proceeded to run and jump off the cliff with Mira right behind him as Daemon shifted into his dire wolf form with Mira on his back. Daemon skillfully landed onto the forest floor and dashed silently towards the mansion.

As Daemon and Mira reached a mile from the mansion Daemon let out a howl and activated his lineage and quickly surrounded his body with the surrounding shadows as he jumped through a closed window causing glass to fly everywhere, within the confusion Daemon and Mira jumped into the shadows of the dimly lit corridor leaving the inhabitants of the manor in shock at the broken window.