Desmon
Desmon Noble’s destiny was never questioned, never detoured. Raised by his father, still hurting from the loss of his mother, Desmon doesn’t trust people easily. To get passed the armor is a movement of faith.
His heart beats with passion for what was just and true by the ruling magistrates is his guide as Jalem’s faith is hers and family is Allen’s. He’s dogmatic, disciplined and always in the top three of any competition (trading places with Jalem and Allen).
He’ll defend any principle, any colleague, refusing to tolerate disrespect, yet quick to show distain to those who should know better, be it with tongue, hand, wand or sword. His wrath has been known to burn.
Jalem is his equal; Allen his ‘thorn.’ Will he become “Defender” or “Dissident?”
The poem below best describes him.
Samurai Song
by Robert Pinsky
When I had no roof I made
Audacity my roof. When I had
No supper my eyes dined.
When I had no eyes I listened.
When I had no ears I thought.
When I had no thought I waited.
When I had no father I made
Care my father. When I had
No mother I embraced order.
When I had no friend I made
Quiet my friend. When I had no
Enemy I opposed my body.
When I had no temple I made
My voice my temple. I have
No priest, my tongue is my choir.
When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune.
Need is my tactic, detachment
Is my strategy. When I had
No lover I courted my sleep.
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