Donavan Ridgemore

Intro A captivating story, a wistful mother, maybe even some impossible dreams... Ooh... Very demure, very fairytale... In a world of bedtime, stories come to life. With damsels in distress and heroic knights. Epic battles and awesome magic powers that would make any chaotic toddler jealous. Sadly, human stupidity still exists. Ego bloated individuals without a single compassionate bone in their body. Figures that create households drained of joy. Narcissistic households. The unrealistic desires of parents who are too self-important to see the child slowly wilting under the pressure. And this is where our story begins... In a household of a single mother with dreams that she never got, faith she never had, goals she never gave up. Stuffing Dawn into her own wishes and dreams. But like... sure, Dawn grew up in a household that forced his child self into a silent role, draining of all color... But hey, it gave him an amazing sense of humor and jokes for days. His default language is sarcasm, and he is unapologetic about it. At 9 years old, he got kidnapped by some back alley nobodies who were planning on selling him for some petty change. But they were pretty stupid, so he was able to escape, escaping into the dark with nothing but his wits about him. He made decisions right then and there never to return to that life, leaving his mother and his entire past behind him. Dawn Castor, the silent country bumpkin became Donavan Ridgemore, Easy going mercenary and prankster. By age 23, he had made a comfortable life, far away from his past, until it wasn’t... Mother dearest had found him. She came to his guild, trying to guilt trip him into taking care of his "poor weakened mother." (Like always enjoy your freedom of chaos and reign supreme with any twisted ideas your mind can invent. His mother, a lost adventurer, hey, even a dyslexic Aardvark. I couldn't care less. Knock yourselves out.)