Post by RedCow80 on May 30, 2006 22:17:07 GMT -5
Damascus I'yers
Halfelf Cleric 4 Domains Death and War
Lawful Evil
Str 14 Dex 10 Con 14 Int 10 Wis 17 Cha 14
Feats: Skill Focus Concentration, Power Attack, All Simple Weapons, All Armor and sheilds, martial weapon proficency falchion, weapon focus falchion
Skills: (totals after ranks and all bonues, including all skills that I have a bonus in untrained)
bluff 2
climb 2
concentration 8
diplomacy 2
disguise 2
gather info 3
heal 7
intimidate 2
jump 2
knowledge arcana 2
knowledge religion 2
listen 4
search 4
sense motive 3
spot 3
survival 3
swim 2
Special Abilities: Rebuke Undead 5/day, spontanious casting "inflict" immune to sleep, +2 resist enchantment, low light vision, +1 listen, search and spot, elf blood, Death Touch 1/day (melee touch attack, d6/lvl, if equal or greater then targets HP target dies)
Gear: Falchion +1, Full Plate +1, 5 cure light wounds scrolls, 2 light scrols, 2 obscuring mist scrolls, 2 summon monster I scrolls, 2 read magic scrolls, 2 detect magic scrolls, light horse, military saddle , saddle bags, BAG, wooden holy symbol, spell compontent pouch
HP: 29
AC: 19
Ini: 0
BaB: +3
Fort: +6
Ref: +1
Will: +7
Arailias I’yers was a young man in Port Rislan when he signed on with a traveling merchant, he was strong and would do well as a porter, and he really didn’t need to be bright. Things worked well for a few months and then the merchant took Arailias into the elven territories, where he met a young elf maid named Feodora. They were attracted to each other right away and would have had a fairy tale marriage, if this were a fairy tale. Feodora was young and her parents instantly disapproved, but being rebellious she left with Arailias.
Once back in the city she knew she was with child and couldn’t have her husband away so Arailias had to find other work, which turned out to be shoveling out the privies of upper class homes. Damascus I’yers was born, he was a citizen of Port Rislan as his father was a citizen and his mother had legally married him through a city office. His folks were poor, and it was tough being poor. Feodora washed and mended clothes while his father continued as a sewage worker. Damascus would beg just to help make ends meet.
The difficulties of street life took their toll. Aside from being beaten and robbed a few times Arailias caught a wasting disease and died. With the primary earning potential gone, Feodora was raped several times. She turned to prostitution to earn money and keep the family fed. She tried to save her young son, she wasn’t used to human religion but she took Damascus to several churches trying to show him a better way to live. It was never the same church though, she was far to embarrassed by her line of work and the bruises from beatings. Damascus saw one thing in common with all the temples his mother took him to, they all preached goodness through being weak and allowing others to do what they wanted to you for promised rewards later. He felt disgraced by him mother’s profession and things only got worse. She was arrested, and the normal holding time would have only been over night, but rather then serve her time she let all the city guards at that station have sex with her. The gang rape took longer then she would have been held if she just served her time.
Damascus decided to never be weak again. He had no skills to speak of, and was directionless; he turned to the weakest thing he knew to learn what not to do and he entered another temple. But things were different this time, this was a temple of Kaylis and this was no church for the weak. He listened to the sermons, and found this was the antithesis of all that was weak. He became an initiate and began his training. He killed his own mother as his task to be raised from initiate to inquisitor; and hasn’t looked back to the weakness of his former life since.
Damascus was tall, about 6 feet, and well built. He had long auburn hair, and pale blue eyes. Between his armor and cloak he keeps mostly covered. He does maintain his appearance though, with the same meticulous perfectionism that he applied to everything. On the rare occasions that he was more exposed one can see odd tattoos covering his body.
Halfelf Cleric 4 Domains Death and War
Lawful Evil
Str 14 Dex 10 Con 14 Int 10 Wis 17 Cha 14
Feats: Skill Focus Concentration, Power Attack, All Simple Weapons, All Armor and sheilds, martial weapon proficency falchion, weapon focus falchion
Skills: (totals after ranks and all bonues, including all skills that I have a bonus in untrained)
bluff 2
climb 2
concentration 8
diplomacy 2
disguise 2
gather info 3
heal 7
intimidate 2
jump 2
knowledge arcana 2
knowledge religion 2
listen 4
search 4
sense motive 3
spot 3
survival 3
swim 2
Special Abilities: Rebuke Undead 5/day, spontanious casting "inflict" immune to sleep, +2 resist enchantment, low light vision, +1 listen, search and spot, elf blood, Death Touch 1/day (melee touch attack, d6/lvl, if equal or greater then targets HP target dies)
Gear: Falchion +1, Full Plate +1, 5 cure light wounds scrolls, 2 light scrols, 2 obscuring mist scrolls, 2 summon monster I scrolls, 2 read magic scrolls, 2 detect magic scrolls, light horse, military saddle , saddle bags, BAG, wooden holy symbol, spell compontent pouch
HP: 29
AC: 19
Ini: 0
BaB: +3
Fort: +6
Ref: +1
Will: +7
Arailias I’yers was a young man in Port Rislan when he signed on with a traveling merchant, he was strong and would do well as a porter, and he really didn’t need to be bright. Things worked well for a few months and then the merchant took Arailias into the elven territories, where he met a young elf maid named Feodora. They were attracted to each other right away and would have had a fairy tale marriage, if this were a fairy tale. Feodora was young and her parents instantly disapproved, but being rebellious she left with Arailias.
Once back in the city she knew she was with child and couldn’t have her husband away so Arailias had to find other work, which turned out to be shoveling out the privies of upper class homes. Damascus I’yers was born, he was a citizen of Port Rislan as his father was a citizen and his mother had legally married him through a city office. His folks were poor, and it was tough being poor. Feodora washed and mended clothes while his father continued as a sewage worker. Damascus would beg just to help make ends meet.
The difficulties of street life took their toll. Aside from being beaten and robbed a few times Arailias caught a wasting disease and died. With the primary earning potential gone, Feodora was raped several times. She turned to prostitution to earn money and keep the family fed. She tried to save her young son, she wasn’t used to human religion but she took Damascus to several churches trying to show him a better way to live. It was never the same church though, she was far to embarrassed by her line of work and the bruises from beatings. Damascus saw one thing in common with all the temples his mother took him to, they all preached goodness through being weak and allowing others to do what they wanted to you for promised rewards later. He felt disgraced by him mother’s profession and things only got worse. She was arrested, and the normal holding time would have only been over night, but rather then serve her time she let all the city guards at that station have sex with her. The gang rape took longer then she would have been held if she just served her time.
Damascus decided to never be weak again. He had no skills to speak of, and was directionless; he turned to the weakest thing he knew to learn what not to do and he entered another temple. But things were different this time, this was a temple of Kaylis and this was no church for the weak. He listened to the sermons, and found this was the antithesis of all that was weak. He became an initiate and began his training. He killed his own mother as his task to be raised from initiate to inquisitor; and hasn’t looked back to the weakness of his former life since.
Damascus was tall, about 6 feet, and well built. He had long auburn hair, and pale blue eyes. Between his armor and cloak he keeps mostly covered. He does maintain his appearance though, with the same meticulous perfectionism that he applied to everything. On the rare occasions that he was more exposed one can see odd tattoos covering his body.
