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Name:Scabbard of Iron Role: Hero's Bodyguard Race/Class: Human/Monk One Unique Thing: My shadow isn't from around here; it's from a realm where the balance between light and dark has been broken. Icon Relationships: ~~Crusader, -Orc Lord Theme Relationships: ++Discipline, +Temperance
Backgrounds: +5 Monk of the Heavenly Valley
On his sixteenth birthday (the earliest and most common time) he chose to enter the monastery. After two years of training he was made a brother and chose his temple name, Scabbard of Iron. Training in the monastery never stops, however, and since then he has continued bettering himself while acting to protect the Heavenly Valley from those who would prey upon the helpless.
+3 Son of a Cobbler
Before entering the monastery, Scabbard of Iron had an ordinary name and an ordinary family in one of the settlements in the Heavenly Valley. For sixteen years he had plenty of time to experience the kind of life he now seeks to protect for others, and while he's left it behind he carries the skills with him.
Description:
Scabbard of Iron's head and face are clean shaven as is the custom of the monks. His body is unadorned with any tattoos, meaning he has not yet performed any deeds or devotions he wishes to immortalize on his flesh. The clothing he wears is simple but effective, allowing him full freedom of movement and presenting a respectable image while not requiring great attention to be placed on appearance.
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Race/Class Concept: A temperamental half-elf sorcerer that does what you least expect, even when that means doing the right thing instead of the wrong one.
Appearance: Telephus is an average sized man. He's a bit robust for a man with scholarly pursuits, particularlly across his shoulders. His hair is a shade of dark copper, and he wears it quite long. The actualy length various a good bit, as he sporadically has it cut after periods of months. He usually keeps his beard a bit better, although it is prone to scraggily periods. Likewise, his sense of fashion usually varies between rakish and unkempt, even when he regularly wears the same thing.
His most noteable features are his eyes. They are usually a light shade of blue, which suggest a softness that belies his gruff exterior. However, in dim light, his eyes appear to be a midnight blue, and the stars overhead can be been seen as shimmering specks of light. Telephus often invokes this quality through the use of the hood of his cloak.
Personality: Telephus is a contrarian by nature. At times, he can be surly and at times he is quite giddy. He often confounds others by spending days in bed and then greeting them at sunrise with warm breakfast. Over time, there almost seems to be a method to his madness, but Telephus does not let most people get close enough to recognize it. Instead, most people consider him flighty and reckless.
One Unique Thing: You can see the stars in my eyes, but only in dim light.
Backgrounds: Expelled Astronomer - 3 + 2
Although Telephus was born among the wild elves of the Queen's Wood, he was apprentinced to one of his father's former colleagues when he was still very young. He studied at the Arcane Observatory in Horizon until he was expelled for violating the terms of his academic parole.
Wayward Tearaway - 5
Telephus is something of a highwayman, spending his days traveling between taverns. He has all charm and temper to cause trouble, and most of the skills necessarily to avoid it.
Goal: To complete an accurate starmap.
Telephus was born to a clan of wood elves living on the fringe of the Queen's Woods. His father was a wizard that had come to the Woods in order to witness an astrological event. He disappeared into the forest long before Telephus was born. Tel's mother was a sorcereress of some reknown among her people. Unfortunately, she did not survive childbirth. This tragic loss weighed heavy upon the elves, yet they rejoiced at the child's birth for Telephus had been born with the stars in his eyes. The elves so adored this trait that even the Elf Queen came to see the child in his infancy.
However enchanted the elves where with the boy's eyes, his behavior vexed them. Telephus aged rapidly, and he quickly proved to have a rebellious nature. As such, when an astronomer named Jessamey came in search of Telephus's father, the elves were only too eager to apprentice the boy to the wizard. Telephus journied along with Jessamey along the fringes of the Woods until, but they never found a trace of Tel's father. After a time, the two of them turned south, and they followed the road to Horizon.
By the time that Telephus arrived in Horizon, he had spent many years on the highway, and he was old enough to begin studies at the Observatory to which his father had elonged. He passed his entrance exams thanks to Jessamey's astronomy lessons and his natural talent with magic. He impressed his professors and even made the dean's list his year. However, Jessamey passed away at the start of Tel's second year, and his pupil grew disinterested with his lessons, favoring to spend his night drinking instead of studying. Tel's grades suffered, and he was placed on academic probation.
Telephus found cause for a renewed interest in astronomy the following semester. Unfortunately, his primary motivation proved to be his rebellious nature. A tenured professor named Renaudin (Rawlin) unvieled a revised version of a thousand year old sailor's starmap that included several corrections, yet Telephus discovered a mistake among those revisions, at least in accordance with the bits of elven astrology that he remembered from his youth. Several professor's were intrigued by the theory, but Renaudin's updated map was ratified by the board due to arcane policy. Telephus was so desperate to prove Renaudin's wrong that he began sneaking into the Observatory to use the telescope after hours, which was a violation of his academic probation. Once his trepassing was discovered, Tel found himself expelled from the Observatory.
Cast out from his arcane order, Telephus resolved to drink himself into a stupor, but he soon fund himself short of coin. It was then that he set out adventuring, and quickly earned a reputation as a bane to troglodytes.
Kerr has grown weary and cynical after years fighting evil; he doubts whether the forces of Light even care anymore about defeating evil.
Positive (1 points) Diligence / Great Gold Worm
Kerr looks on a world in which there seems to be no hope and yet continues to "stand at the gate" and protect those who need help
Negative (1 point) Anarchy / Diabolist
Kerr hates the anarchy and disorder caused by the Diabolist, who placed the curse on him. He would love to see that Icon forever destroyed.
Background: Inquisitor– (4 points) trained in the art of detecting evil when he served as an Inquisitor, Kerr is skilled in observation; some say he can read the hearts of men.
Vigilant Templar - (3 points) Kerr spent time as a Templar, protecting Pilgrims on the roads. He learned to treat injuries and illness with natural remedies.
Scholar - (1 point) Kerr secretly has a scholar's heart and loved the hero tales of old before he learned to realize that they were just tales; there are not heroes.
Goals: 1. To lift the curse that the Diabolist placed on him.
2. Kerr has always felt that there were other reasons for the Diabolist to place a curse on him. He enshrines truth and so wishes to someday discover why he was targeted.
3. In his role of an Inquisitor, he has been tasked with accompanying Bazziox the Enigma and ensure that the dragonborn remains on the side of the light.
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Description: The years have not treated Kerr well. Though still young even by human standards, Kerr Ironheart wears his scars like other men wear a cloak. His dark hair and beard, now prematurely flecked with grey, surround a craggy face. The perpetual scowl on that face seems to warn others to keep their distance. His armor is practical, not ornate but well maintained, while the longsword strapped to his side has clearly seen much use. Few knew of the curse that rested on any weapon he wielded, a curse placed on him by the Diabloist: that he could never sheath his sword until it had taken a life. Because of the curse, he carries a heavy, iron-shod club to use in place of the greatsword that he would normally wield as the Paladin's mark of honor.
He was once idealistic, full of noble ideas about how the forces of Light would vanquish the Darkness. But time and again he fought little battles only to realize that the war was no closer to being won. He began to doubt that the forces of Light really did not have any power to vanquish evil, and yet he still had to fight his little battles; in his heart, he believed that a Paladin must still stand in the gap to defend those who could not help themselves.
Background
Kerr Ironheart had served the Light for years. Once upon a time he believed in what he fought for; but times change. As a Templar he'd protected many pilgrims to the Golden Citadel from the predations that arose from the nearby Abyss. He did his job so well that he eventually came to the attention of the Diabolist, who placed a curse that his sword can never return to its sheath until it has taken a life. Unable to find a way to lift that curse, he gradually became bitter and resentful.
As he began to distrust others, Ironheart gave up on protecting travelers and joined the Inquisitors. He discovered that he was a natural at determining the truth and falsehood, and soon became one of the most feared of that order.
Kerr was called by the Great Gold Wyrm to keep an eye on Bazziox the Enigma and ensure that the dragonborn cleric fulfills his vows to return to the Light.
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Name: Wylde Novel Role: Champion of Nature Race/Class Concept: Human Sorcerer who embodies Nature's Wrath (Spell Fist) One Unique Thing: Left to die in the wilderness, Nature Itself raised me. Even the coldest breeze is a warm embrace, and trees whisper their divine knowledge into my dreams. Icon Feelings: The High Druid (Positive 2): Child of nature, champion of the wilds. Storm-caller, animal-whisperer. We hear Mother's call, and respond. Diabolist (Negative 1): Those that should not be. They hurt Mother. I hunt, I kill. Backgrounds:
Raised by Nature (5): Hollows of trees for shelter from winter winds. Rabbits caught in net, made of grass. Fruit, mushrooms, roots, leaves; Mother provides for her children. Sparky rocks and dead-tree, make fire. Knows much of Mother's tricks. Mother sends her daughter to run with me, across forest and plain, to stalk-hunt-kill her enemies.
Primal Magic (4): Wind, fire, water, earth. Magic is everywhere. Mother is Magic. There are secrets to be learned; in the crackle of fire; in the song of the wind; in the unfettered storm; wisdom pried from creaking of the earth. Even lynx, wolf, deer; all teach.
Human Interactions (1): Some times, strange creature come to forest. Walks like me. Smells of metal, oil. Wear strange things, make weird sound. Is similar? Some time, talk. Some time, help. Some time, guide. Often, ask question.
Physical Description: Wylde looks exactly how you would imagine: wild. His hair is unkempt, but not matted. His beard is thick, but uneven. He has enough body hair that he's not quite hirsute. He is 6'2, tall for a human. His muscles are lithe, rather than bulky, and his movements are agile and dexterous, evoking the image of a cat, rather than a bear.
He is clad in light armor, if one can call it tat. A mish-mash of leather and cloth scraps, natural cordage, bark, moss, leaves, branches, feathers, and crudely preserved furs. A rain cloak, and even a satchel, have been seamlessly integrated into the motley, form-fitting array. Despite being ostensibly made of dead material, the armor gives off a feeling almost as if it was still alive; perhaps because it has had many years to soak in the ambient magical energy that infuses its wearer.
He wields a crude and cruel looking staff, that seems more like a particularly thick and long tree branch, stripped of its bark. A crude, animistic charm of some sort has been attached to the staff, via grass-rope. The charm is made from small bits of fur, large feathers, and a dire lynx's claw. Some might mistake the staff for being enchanted, but in fact, the magic aura seems to come from the charm.
He has sharp, bright blue eyes, and tree bark brown hair. He is Caucasian, but heavily tanned from long time spent in the wilderness.
Personality: Although bearing the shape of a human, this individual has a lot of the personality traits associated with animals, particularly cats. He knows full well that he is in the middle of the food chain, and so he remains constantly alert, for predators and prey alike. He might be brilliant, if he'd been given a formal education, rather than spending his childhood simply surviving. But, survive he does: the man is absolutely relentless and implacable.
He has an unfortunately poor array of words, and only a basic understanding of the Human tongue (with one or two elf words), which makes communication difficult.
Owing to his feral state, he has little to no sense of social propriety to default to, but he may nevertheless, end up parroting certain behaviors of certain people--a crude mimicry. Perhaps due to his feral nature, he often asserts himself physically as the 'alpha'.
Animal Companion: Wylde is not alone in his efforts to stop the destruction wrought by demons. Nature has seen fit to bless him with a stalwart companion, a rare dire lynx. This lynx's fur is a mixture of white, black spots, and a lot of tawny. While the average lynx in the Empire's land may be some three and a half feet long, this primal being has a length of 4'6; its height is similarly astounding, at three feet tall (about a half foot taller than even the largest of normal lynxes), and it clocks in at 50 kg in weight; almost nothing but lean muscle.
With claws and fangs like knives, and an insatiable appetite for meat, this apex predator is definitely not a foe to take lightly. Yet, for all its ferocity, man and lynx can be found spending their nights curled up together. The two even seem capable of having full discussions, conveyed through elaborate body language, and esoteric vocalizations.
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