Post by Hyoushitsu on Dec 26, 2007 1:41:56 GMT -5
Right. This is my primary character for the Pathfinder campaign.
Palon Varin [pal-uhn vahr-in]
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Alignment: Lawful-Neutral
Palon grew up in a modest country home away from the city. He did not grow up a happy child, as his childhood was wracked with strife. His parents were strict and sometimes downright cruel. While they did care for Palon, they seemed to take the "tough love" mentality to extreme lengths. His father was an alcoholic who took frustrations out on him at any chance. Palon grew up friendless, passing the time when he wasn't being put to work by his father by daydreaming or otherwise putting his imagination to use. He would often run away to the wilderness to escape his solitude or his parents' harsh temperament.
While his parents did truly love him, he spent his early years teeming with hatred for his parents. By the time he was a teenager, his heart was burning with anger and frustration. One night in his fifteenth year, a regular squabble between Palon and his father would escalate into a moment that forever changed Palon's life. In one of his alcoholic rages, Palon's father stabbed him in the thigh with a pair of tongs. In retaliation, Palon tossed a haymaker, knocking his father prone to the ground. Letting his hatred culminate, with his adrenaline rushing at full force, he then stomped down on his father's throat, and proceeded to choke his father to death. Brandishing the very tongs he'd been stabbed with, he went to where his mother had been sleeping. Letting his hatred and rage drive him, he thrust the tongs through his mother's skull.
Free of the abuse of his parents, he wandered aimlessly on his own. Without any real direction or purpose, he struggled to make a path for himself. Attempting to put his childhood behind him, he trained as a mercenary. He took essentially any job, viewing himself as worthless and beneath any form of respect. He felt truly regretful of his actions, always assuring himself that he was beneath contempt and nothing he ever did would atone.
After a few years, he met another mercenary. She was a lanky, lithe woman who barely looked the part of a mercenary. Despite that, she was the most graceful and daunting warrior he'd ever seen. Her name was Shalia. Shalia held herself to a higher standard than you'd expect of a mercenary. Never harming innocents, striking unarmed adversaries or taking unlawful advantages. Palon had never seen someone so dignified, nor someone who commanded such respect on a battlefield.
They became friends and partners, taking jobs together. Palon came to trust and respect Shalia, learning what it was like to have a true companion. He felt, for the first time in his life, that he had a true path to follow. He harbored a deep respect and great fondness of Shalia. They worked together for the better part of ten years. Palon idolized Shalia, striving to improve his self-worth and come to terms with his childhood anger and regret.
Shalia became ill during the winter of Palon's twenty-seventh year. She died a peaceful, dignified death at age thirty-five, much uncommon of a mercenary. Palon never confessed his feelings to her, respecting her too much to sully her final days.
Shalia's death was a great blow to Palon. Once again alone after almost ten years, he continued to take mercenary work, but things never worked out right for him. He strives to live up to Shalia's example and travel down her path. His sole motivation in life is to better himself, so that he may one day become half the person he viewed Shalia to be. His actions are to honor her more so than take the honor himself, but he is honest in his actions either way.
Physical Description and traits:
Palon is twenty-eight years old. He's of rather stout, muscular build, standing about five-foot, ten-inches tall. His eyes are a pale brown, lending well to his moderate skin tone. His hair is short and black, falling just short of his shoulders. His hair is naturally wavy, and he has short bangs that weave off to the side of his forehead.
Less than two years after Shalia's death, Palon is rather downtrodden. Still feeling her loss, he is easily prone to despair. Ever since her death, things have never seemed to go his way. Towards others, he tends to be unsocial at best and rude and dismissive at worst. Though he strives to emulate Shalia's honor and integrity, he does not view himself worthy of that honor. He does everything in his power to live like Shalia did, living honestly and with as much integrity as he can. While he holds himself to a rather strict code of honor, he does not push that code on anyone else.
While Palon is guided quite strictly by his code of honor, that code does not extend onto any moral ground, and as such he does not feel any need to protect or oppress other people. He mostly just keeps to himself and remains indifferent to the people around him. He keeps himself guarded, not letting anyone get too close to him and refraining from talking about himself at almost all costs. He interacts with others usually only when necessary, though he does allow some exceptions. Though this attitude does not extend to the battlefield. When working with others, he does his utmost to protect his allies and allow no harm to befall them. He aims to earn the trust and respect of every ally he fights alongside, though he will always keep them at arm's length after the battle is over.
Palon is a rather heavy drinker. He enjoys a good ale, and even more so likes a nice wine. Alcoholism runs in his family, and he also drinks to dull his thoughts and feelings. He keeps the imagination of his childhood, and so he tends to daydream. He also has very vivid dreams, mostly of his years with Shalia that he holds close to his heart. He can often be seen tending to his armor. He keeps his armor in the best shape possible and believes he must always look the part if he is to be a warrior of such honor and grace on the battlefield as Shalia.
Palon Varin [pal-uhn vahr-in]
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Alignment: Lawful-Neutral
Palon grew up in a modest country home away from the city. He did not grow up a happy child, as his childhood was wracked with strife. His parents were strict and sometimes downright cruel. While they did care for Palon, they seemed to take the "tough love" mentality to extreme lengths. His father was an alcoholic who took frustrations out on him at any chance. Palon grew up friendless, passing the time when he wasn't being put to work by his father by daydreaming or otherwise putting his imagination to use. He would often run away to the wilderness to escape his solitude or his parents' harsh temperament.
While his parents did truly love him, he spent his early years teeming with hatred for his parents. By the time he was a teenager, his heart was burning with anger and frustration. One night in his fifteenth year, a regular squabble between Palon and his father would escalate into a moment that forever changed Palon's life. In one of his alcoholic rages, Palon's father stabbed him in the thigh with a pair of tongs. In retaliation, Palon tossed a haymaker, knocking his father prone to the ground. Letting his hatred culminate, with his adrenaline rushing at full force, he then stomped down on his father's throat, and proceeded to choke his father to death. Brandishing the very tongs he'd been stabbed with, he went to where his mother had been sleeping. Letting his hatred and rage drive him, he thrust the tongs through his mother's skull.
Free of the abuse of his parents, he wandered aimlessly on his own. Without any real direction or purpose, he struggled to make a path for himself. Attempting to put his childhood behind him, he trained as a mercenary. He took essentially any job, viewing himself as worthless and beneath any form of respect. He felt truly regretful of his actions, always assuring himself that he was beneath contempt and nothing he ever did would atone.
After a few years, he met another mercenary. She was a lanky, lithe woman who barely looked the part of a mercenary. Despite that, she was the most graceful and daunting warrior he'd ever seen. Her name was Shalia. Shalia held herself to a higher standard than you'd expect of a mercenary. Never harming innocents, striking unarmed adversaries or taking unlawful advantages. Palon had never seen someone so dignified, nor someone who commanded such respect on a battlefield.
They became friends and partners, taking jobs together. Palon came to trust and respect Shalia, learning what it was like to have a true companion. He felt, for the first time in his life, that he had a true path to follow. He harbored a deep respect and great fondness of Shalia. They worked together for the better part of ten years. Palon idolized Shalia, striving to improve his self-worth and come to terms with his childhood anger and regret.
Shalia became ill during the winter of Palon's twenty-seventh year. She died a peaceful, dignified death at age thirty-five, much uncommon of a mercenary. Palon never confessed his feelings to her, respecting her too much to sully her final days.
Shalia's death was a great blow to Palon. Once again alone after almost ten years, he continued to take mercenary work, but things never worked out right for him. He strives to live up to Shalia's example and travel down her path. His sole motivation in life is to better himself, so that he may one day become half the person he viewed Shalia to be. His actions are to honor her more so than take the honor himself, but he is honest in his actions either way.
Physical Description and traits:
Palon is twenty-eight years old. He's of rather stout, muscular build, standing about five-foot, ten-inches tall. His eyes are a pale brown, lending well to his moderate skin tone. His hair is short and black, falling just short of his shoulders. His hair is naturally wavy, and he has short bangs that weave off to the side of his forehead.
Less than two years after Shalia's death, Palon is rather downtrodden. Still feeling her loss, he is easily prone to despair. Ever since her death, things have never seemed to go his way. Towards others, he tends to be unsocial at best and rude and dismissive at worst. Though he strives to emulate Shalia's honor and integrity, he does not view himself worthy of that honor. He does everything in his power to live like Shalia did, living honestly and with as much integrity as he can. While he holds himself to a rather strict code of honor, he does not push that code on anyone else.
While Palon is guided quite strictly by his code of honor, that code does not extend onto any moral ground, and as such he does not feel any need to protect or oppress other people. He mostly just keeps to himself and remains indifferent to the people around him. He keeps himself guarded, not letting anyone get too close to him and refraining from talking about himself at almost all costs. He interacts with others usually only when necessary, though he does allow some exceptions. Though this attitude does not extend to the battlefield. When working with others, he does his utmost to protect his allies and allow no harm to befall them. He aims to earn the trust and respect of every ally he fights alongside, though he will always keep them at arm's length after the battle is over.
Palon is a rather heavy drinker. He enjoys a good ale, and even more so likes a nice wine. Alcoholism runs in his family, and he also drinks to dull his thoughts and feelings. He keeps the imagination of his childhood, and so he tends to daydream. He also has very vivid dreams, mostly of his years with Shalia that he holds close to his heart. He can often be seen tending to his armor. He keeps his armor in the best shape possible and believes he must always look the part if he is to be a warrior of such honor and grace on the battlefield as Shalia.