Despite being raised in a relatively wealthy family of Orenian business owners, Davion Artisino wasn't born with silver spoon in his mouth, far from it actually. The first thing Davion had seen in his entire life was not his parent's loving faces nor the midwife who assisted in his birth, but the blinding light of a nearby lantern and a dreadful burning sensation in his eyes. Davion's parents, concerned with his ever-growing cries of pain and reddening eyes, brought him to all manner of doctors, wisemen, and even clergy members, all of whom said there was no cure to his overly light-sensitive eyes. Davion's parents, unwilling to give up on their first son, decided to raise him and prayed the affliction would vanish with time. Under the supervision of a caretaker, Davion initially grew up wearing a plain blindfold that would relieve him of some of the bright lights that constantly surrounded him in the city of Providence, however, after accidentally burning his left hand in an attempt to extinguish a fireplace, his blindfold was replaced by one of special-make that could block out all sources of light, effectively rendering him near blind. As Davion grew, his affliction in the eyes had not dissipated, but in its place he cultivated his other senses, from being able to hear a single water droplet fall dozens of meters away, recognizing the smells of countless odors, and tasting a single grain of salt in a pitcher of water by the time he was 8. Davion's uniqueness however, would not win him any friends, as he was often insulted and disparaged by other children at the local nursery for his eyes and blindfold. At the age of 10, he was led through the city by some unsavory kids who tricked him into following them alone with the plan of stealing his blindfold. After having his blindfold stolen and thrown away by the kids, Davion spent an entire day looking for it before his caretaker found him shivering in an alley with his hands clenched upon his eyes. Following this event, Davion swore to never let such a thing happen again. Not letting his eyes be an excuse for him to give up, he learned to read in almost complete darkness and write with his blindfold on. He cultivated his senses even further, refined his body, and honed his combat skills in a blind state. At the age of 21, Davion considered himself to have achieved near perfection of his curse, or blessing as he sees it now, and left his home in an attempt to prove to himself - and the world - that he was worthy of existence.
Wears a custom-made blindfold and glove, a face mask, and attire suited for travel and skirmishes.
Davion slightly panicked at the sudden arrival of the gentleman in his mentally simulated space, it wasn't everyday that he was caught off-guard by someone.
'There's too much noise and movement in this place... I couldn't detect him there earlier,' Davion sighed, 'I need more practice.'
Davion focused on the person in front of him, 'The jingle of metal links, the clinks are light it's so unlikely to be steel, must be accessories and probably not a weapon. Slight scent of rose perfume, not too overbearing, but enough to cover the musty smells of his fur and linen clothing... garments that no average person should be able get a hold of. His demeanor and attire appear to be that of someone with either wealth or power, perhaps both. The tone of voice suggests he knows more then he's letting on and he's not put off by my blindfold... he most likely knows who I am... but that matters not.'
In seconds, Davion completed an analysis of the "gentleman" in front of him.
"You know what I'm here for, direct me to a place where I can prove myself." Davion responded without elaborating further.
"Of course," the gentleman smiled and pointed in a direction, "right this way."
Davion did not move and continued to wait for the gentleman's guidance. The gentleman showed a confused look for a moment, until a sense of self-mocking realization appeared on his face.
"My apologies," he clapped his hands together and continued to do so as he walked, "follow me please!"
Davion responded with a nod and followed the sound of the gentleman's claps with a brisk pace.

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