The Sons of Salem

Though not having explicitly been connected to the name or clan itself, members of the clan of D. have been shown possessing many similar traits, in particular a degree of fearlessness and an inclination toward action, even when said actions may impact the entire world. Just about all known members of the Clan of D. have held leadership positions and roles. True to their reputation as world shakers, clan members have frequently been central figures in the world's greatest conflicts and incidents, and more often than not multiple members have been involved; interestingly, members have at times been on different sides and directly opposed each other.

When living the life of a drifter, there’s no room for belly aching. In times of darkness, Donald looks within to shrug off the pain and punch on.

Trained for this moment and reinforced by faith he feels no pain, all of his actions made with the same cold attitude. Anyone with perception of 5 or higher can see a faint aura around him. Trick of the mind or a divine intervention?

At one time, Amaryllis's arms were normal, unscarred, and white as a dove. She would wrestle with her brothers, surrounded by soft and fluffy couches, plug protected outlets, and edge protected tables. They were safe, mostly, until one gave another a shallow scratch with their fingernail. From even a single scrape, the children would ruin rugs and throw pillows as the Fleischer Family Curse took its toll, forcing them to make a sizable plasma donation to the house. They all knew the risks, of course, they had the band-aids and medical bandages on hand to stop the bleeding. They continued their roughhousing beyond earshot of their parents...

Amaryllis's mother, Dahlia, knew the truth of their family's curse. She understood that time was running short as Sorin had already passed away years before. She and her husband studied the occult, making a fortune by reading futures, holding seances, and investigating hauntings. The greatest ritual they ever developed was one to break their curse. She knew Amaryllis, the first-born, would need to be saved first, as soon as possible, before she followed Death to meet her husband.

Something was not right, Amaryllis had passed out early in the bloodletting phase of the ritual. She struggled against her bindings and exasperated the new cuts on her wrists. The long gashes and otherworldly lettering on her arms wept until they went blue. Dahlia completed the runes and smeared a circle in blood around her daughter before realizing that the ritual was faulty. She then realized that her baby girl was on Death's door. She rushed Amaryllis to the hospital in heavy bandages, but her body would refuse to close her wounds. Dahlia would die a year later, consumed by the knowledge that the ritual failed.

She was wrong.

A rock with a quarter sized diameter. With a lollypop stick poking out of it. It tastes slightly sweet and makes your pain go away.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.