Since birth, people around Dakeous knew he was special. Though born on some backwater plane, far-removed from the political melting-pot of things, Dakeous managed to make a name for himself at quite a young age... And that name was 'Mad.' Reckless and head-strong, Fathe charged head-long into many encounters none expected him to emerge from. But survive he did... Sword-play seems quite natural to him and even the most accomplished blade masters couldn't match his skill, even drunk and staggering. Dakeous is known to of pioneered many unusual combat talents, taking his masteries of the blade to unknown and unheard of levels.

Now, Mad Dakeous drifts from place to place, realm to realm. He never wants much, simply a drink and a meal to fill his gullet. Many attempts to persuade him to join orginizations and guilds have failed. He holds no ties and little in the way of friends, even though he is rather charming and easy-going. None know what Dakeous Fathe seeks... Maybe even himself.