Human cleric of Urgathoa 5
Strength: 11 Dexterity: 12 Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 8 Wisdom: 18 Charisma: 14
I’ve had a life that some might call strange or even mysterious. I was always left out and strange things happened when I was. One time I was being teased as usual and then I got punched. I punched the person back and out of the blue he started bleeding as if I had stabbed him. He died soon after, but not before he told everyone that I had done it. I walked in the shadows hoping that no one would notice me. I came across a mirror, broken and dirty. I looked at myself and I don’t think I had done that since my parents had died. I don’t even remember how they had died. I only remember seeing a tall hooded figure with a scythe and then I was out cold with blood all on me. I started to go out in public more but one day I was spotted and was chased. I went as fast as I possibly could and then I saw a boat slowly leaving the harbor. I made a jump for it and I don’t know why but a hooded figure helped me on. I was taught how to be a magical healer called a cleric, and I could also hurt those who I wanted to. I was a teen when I became a full cleric. My friend gave me his scythe and robes. He told me that he knew some people who needed me and then he jumped overboard and I never saw him again.
When I arrived at the Razor Coast I was 24. I was pale with raven-black hair. My eyes were like the ocean, but when I got mad they would turn a mean-looking shade of red. There were so many people that I didn’t feel accepted, but then I healed a little girl and I felt well that I had helped someone and not hurt. I was known by a few people but I would get new clients from time to time. I decided that I wanted to be a cleric when I met the girl of my dreams and I had healed her. She had olive skin, ocean blue eyes, and blond hair. I soon fell in love and visited her frequently with flowers. One day I even brought a ring and she said yes.
I have always wondered what happened to my teacher the day he jumped overboard. His body was never found and I’m sure he didn’t want to be found. He was always a good person even when I got a spell wrong. He was always like the father I never had. He once told me a story of a lost necromancer fort that it was his life’s ambition to find but he didn’t have a good talk with a shopkeeper of a magical store.
I have always been a likable person but people don’t give me a chance to say anything. I am both serious and playful. I am a great person. I have always wanted a chance to do something great.