PC Backstories

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Kannon of Kasios, Neutral Good Human Cleric[/i]

Kannon was born and raised in Kasios city. He was a single child of a family that was moderately poor. Both of his parents died after he reached maturity. He idolized his parents for the good they did in the community and the work they did for the church. Kannon himself worked for the church, until one night that is. While staying late to clean the church after a celebration, he heard a conversation between a priest and a merchant. The merchant seemed very interested in how much money the church had collected that night. As the two walked into a back room, kannon felt compelled to listen in further. Standing down the hall, he overheard the two count over the money and talk about the agreement they had. Just hearing it shocked Kannon to his core. The church was run and owned by a merchant, it was nothing more than a front for cheap labor and easy money. The donations they took were just going into the pockets of some greedy individual.

Kannon left before he could be noticed eavesdropping. He couldn't believe what he had heard, yet it made more and more sense the longer he thought about it. The church was always doing work for the community, heavy work that a carpenter or a cook should have been doing. For all the donations the church had been given, it was in disrepair and was always fixed through cheap shortcuts. Even with all the good things they say they have done, there has been little praise shown from anyone he had seen. All the evidence was there, and now it all made sense. The corruption of just a few had betrayed countless people, and made light the work that was done. From that point on Kannon had stopped believing in dieties and gods. He couldn't be sure that anything he was told was true. The only thing he truely believed in was that corruption was the worst kind of deed there was. Corruption takes advantage of the poor and willing, and turns their efforts into a resource to be consumed for the benefit of a few. Kannon left his hovel that day, knowing that the corruption ran too deep in Kasios city, and left in hopes of returning one day with enough influence to set things right.

Two years had passed and Kannon had joined a small militia. Even though he had not planned on it, he had gained the power to heal wounds and perform other magical feats. It served him well while he faught. Eventually he learned how to capture his magic inside of a potion, so he could continue to fight without having to worry about the safety of others. Shortly after, the militia he was in was sent on a mission to stop the raids of a goblin army on nearby villages. A fierce battle started and Kannon was on the losing end. While he escaped with his life, countless others were not so fortunate. He later learned that it was a ploy by his general to gain more troops and influence in the area by reporting the loss to his leader, at the hands of a goblin army. The goblins were ill-equiped, but mighty determined to win. After much thought, he realized that the goblins weren't an army at all and were only defending the land they lived in. This only reinforced his views on corruption. The general had used the lives of others for personal gain.

Kannon uses a scythe in combat, as it represents the working class of people he fights to protect from corruption. He also carries a silver symbol in the shape the never ending [infinity]. It represents the patience he must have to deal with corruption when he is unable to stop it.

[muk1000]

Seonia "Seo" Viasaa of Illithian, Chaotic Good Elven Wizard

Character Summary

Trained at an early age for the arcane arts, Seonia, or "Seo", has always enjoyed playing tricks and causing havoc. It is no surprise that her fun-loving attitude drove her to a life of adventure and whimsy. She is fun-loving and often annoying, but quite funny as well. Well, when you aren't the one drinking week old milk, that is. She is daring, good-natured, and fun to be around (most of the time, at least).

Backstory

Seonia was born 130 years ago in the elven village of Illithian. Illithian is located about fifty miles south of the southeast corner of the Deadlands. Originally it was only 10 miles from that corner, but when word of the battle reached the town, the residents immediately decided to travel away from the fighting for the safety of their village. This turned out to be unnecessary, but it was still an uneasy event in Seo's life. Fortunately, she never actually witnessed the fight.

Seo began learning the arcane arts at a very young age from an elder wizard in Illithian named Oldath Errenster. Oldath was a serious mentor, which resulted in more than a few difficulties with Seo. She always loved to fool around and play with Presdigitation, the first spell she ever mastered, and it wasn't long before Oldath wished he had never taught her it. Nevertheless, her abilities slowly grew, and her mind focused, even if some would say she never matured. She also received some physical training and is quick and attractive, even if she isn't very strong.

Not long after she reached adulthood, she wanted to see the rest of the world, having spent over a century in the forests. She traveled west to the border between the Feyan Forests and the Kingdom of Jal'Nareth. She had heard tales of the lands beyond the forest, but to see them with her own eyes was awe-inspiring for Seo. She quickly adapted to the traveling life and moved from town to town, adventuring and honing her skills as she went. The defining point of her trip so far has been her time in Gregorian, which is the most impressive location she has ever seen.

Her travels brought her toward the town Quanor on the border to the Uzinian Republic. She looks forward to seeing the other side of the Great War, and seeing the rest of what the world has to offer.

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Background:

Kiyoshi was born to a samurai father serving under a powerful shogun in a land plagued by civil war. He and his brother Eizo entered the Phoenix Clan military together at age 16, and while their father still carried the family daisho, the brothers fought skillfully with spear and bow. For five years, the land wars between the Phoenix and the Crab Clan raged, decimating the ranks of both armies.

Eventually, peace fell over the northern part of Kojin-Ro when Kiyoshi's father, Mamoru Mitsu, journeyed with his two sons on a diplomatic mission to the Crane shogun. Mitsu apologized for the offence which started the five year war (some slight involving a misplaced wink at the shogun's wife). The leader of the Crane clan was unimpressed, and was to order the three of them executed when Mitsu gave them a peace offering. Mitsu would commit sepukku to atone for the offence, and in reparation Kiyoshi would marry the Shogun's daughter, Ishimi.

The shogun agreed, and Kiyoshi was given the honourable task of using the family blade to behead his father as he committed sepukku.

Kiyoshi reluctantly married Ishimi, and passing the ancestral daisho onto Eizo, he resigned himself to service under the Crane Shogun. Eizo went back to Rojinko a fully fledged samurai, and became a general of notable courage in the Phoenix Clan army's war against the Unicorn warriors.

However, as the conflict with the Unicorn Clan came to an end, the samurai of the Phoenix clan languished in a here-to-for unknown peace. There was little for a warrior to do, and so with a restless need for battle Eizo began leading unsanctioned and illegal raids into Unicorn land.

Back in the east, Kiyoshi played the perfect husband and son-in-law, carrying out the Crane clan Shogun's every whim with respectful deference. However, what his wife Ishimi did not know, was that at least twice a week, Kiyoshi would fight in the illegal arena combats.

By age 28 he had claimed over a hundred kills in the arena. The Mamoru family fighting style, Macchi Kei Kyoko proved equally deadly in the pit as it did on the battlefield, and though Kiyoshi received many grievous wounds, his opponents rarely lived to fight again after succumbing to the technique known as Thousand Fold Vengeance.

For 5 years, the brothers had not spoken outside formal and impersonal letters. But on Kiyoshi's 28th birthday he was sent on a mission by the Crane Shogun that would see their paths cross again. Kiyoshi led a squad of twenty soldiers out to intercept bandits who were plaguing the southern lands of the Crane clan. Upon riding to intercept the raiders, he found his brother leading a detachment of Ronin Phoenix Warriors.

With no words passing between them, the two samurai met on the battle field. As the fight between their cohorts raged around them, the Mamoru brothers stood, silently watching each other, waiting for an opening. Finally Eizo struck, and Kiyoshi sent out a devastating counter, only to find his swing diverted. It was a flurry of strikes that no human eye could follow as the brothers matched the others' strike and counter strike with perfect timing. Macchi Kei Kyoko's only weakness was itself...

Finally, Kiyoshi's blade was sundered by the superior quality adamantine daisho as Eizo's sword came screaming towards his head. For whatever reason, Eizo spun the weapon at the last moment, and Kiyoshi was merely rendered unconscious by the flat of the blade.

When Kiyoshi came to, everyone else was dead, and his brother missing. Not far from where he lay, Kiyoshi found his father's sword plunged into the earth, a note pierced on the handle. In elegant calligraphy it read:

"Brother. I am unworthy of our father's sword. Forgive this Ronin's restless spirit that spurred me to war with the Unicorn Clan, but I knew my time was coming and wished for one last stand before I succumbed. Our father never told you this, but at the time of his death, he did not have long to live regardless. We are cursed, Kiyoshi. You and I and all of the males of the Phoenix Clan. We have only until 35. 7 more years. The Eunuch Warlock who did this to us is named Skulryke, and he lives far to the east. You will not hear from me again, as I intend to journey to this land and end his life.
-Eizo"

Kiyoshi took the blade and returned to his wife. Inspired by his brother's act of redemption, he decided to start living up to his title of Samurai. His first act was to forswear ever returning to the arena. Once more the samurai returned to his duty under the Crane Shogun, leading two successful campaigns in the landwars and winning over a dozen skirmishes, never once retreating, never once shying from his task.

Two years passed, and Kiyoshi still had not heard from Eizo. Older male relatives continued to die on cue, from no clear cause, at age 35. Then, right on cue, his uncle died on his 35th birthday, apparently killed by sheer fright from some unknown source. The curse was not broken. His brother had failed. Skulryke still lived.

Kiyoshi packed a few meagre belongings and set out one dark night, paying the Ninjas of the Crescent for passage to the unexplored land to the east and a few lessons in the language. Shipwrecked on the western coast, armed with a few nouns, and robbed of his mother's ring by a pair of orcs, Kiyoshi stumbled into the desert in pursuit of his thieves. Surely, some day he would come across someone who knew something of Skulryke, and he could only hope they were honourable enough to join him in taking down the Eunuch Warlock.

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Valletta Derag, Age 25, Neutral Good Human Cleric/Radiant Servant of Pelor

Character Summary

A kind-hearted woman devoted both to healing the suffering of the living and ending the torment of the undead. Also something of a ditz. Easily distracted by pretty shiny things.

Background

Victar Derag's younger sister isn't stupid - she's just easily distracted by sparklies. Or magical devices. Or anything else pretty. Born into the Derag family of minor nobility, she was to be married to a wealthy merchant aspiring to join the aristocracy...

...but she just didn't love him. He clearly cared nothing for her other than as a tool to elevate his social status. She began to question a system of social laws, both written and unwritten, that gave a wealthy stranger so much leverage over her destiny. Leaving the beautifully sparkling wedding ring behind was the hardest thing she ever did. She found her calling, and protection from the relatives who treated her as a commodity, in the Church of Pelor. The Church's compassion toward her transformed her outlook on life, and she has since dedicated herself to the promotion of Pelor's benevolent, shiny radiance... ooo shiny.

Valletta is estranged from most of her family, who had much to gain by marrying her off for money. She learned by chance that Victar had been accused of treason, cowardice, assassination, and worse; unable to believe that her loyal elder brother would willfully betray Jal'Nareth, she searched for him in the hope of helping him clear his name. She had not seen Victar for many years, and her memories of him are those of a little girl whose big brother is the bravest, strongest, smartest person in the world. Old emotions run deep, and she has been utterly in denial of Victar's shortcomings since their reunion.

When not distracted by powerful memories or pretty trinkets, Valletta is very much a philosophical realist. She strives to serve the greater good, or if there is no better option, the lesser evil. Currently, she perceives her most important goal to be ending the threat that Skulryke and Siliskor pose to all of Orenero.

Her secondary goal is to clear the Derag family name, and undo Skulryke's despicable murder of her brother's wife. Valletta knows all too well that the time to restore Siliskor's seal is running out, and that currently there is no certain way to protect Victar's wife from Skulryke or Siliskor once she is resurrected. Therefore, undoing Skulryke's vile crime must necessarily take second priority to saving all of Orenero. Valletta has bequeathed some valuables upon Victar, and her last will and testament assign another 10,000 gold worth of her worldly goods to him, so that Victar will have sufficient funds to seek the resurrection of his wife should Valletta be destroyed.

Valletta has a strong personal aversion to hurting living things, and is unlikely to ask Pelor to grant her many spells dedicated to injury, though she understands that violence in self-defense - or in a quest to save the continent - can be all too necessary.

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Perun, Lord of Lightning and Storms. (Human, 28 years old, caucasian, blond, blue eyed)

Born Persen Maelborn, a green eyed & black haired baby, his mother died giving birth to young Persen, gaining him the ire of his father. For years he tried to learn his fathers work, that of the Weaponsmith for the Crown, but he could never master it, or so his father said.

Persen tried hard to impress his father, working day and night on his proyects, armors and weapons of fantastic quality. But they were never enough for his father, who seemed to never finish being able to hurt Persen with words, yelling at him on how his frail arms could never forge a true masterful weapon, or how his lack of grace or social ineptitude would keep him from advancing on the social ladder like his father had intended for him.

One stormy night, Persen took his wildest idea into action, he would harvest the power of lightning to heat the metal before molding it, that should rid the steel of all impurities on it. Using a complicated contraption that a gnome had built years before, he manged just that, lighting bolts kept striking the tallest point of the contraption, and for hours during the storm he worked in the intense heat to make an armor deign of his father.

He arrived at his home the next day, his hammer melted beyond recognition but wearing a plate-mail that still had electricity flowing through it, arcing sparks could be seen going from plate to plate. He arrived at his home, and found his father drunk beyond recognition, and the only thing his father could say was how much of a moron he was for blasting his hammer like he had done.

Persen had had the last of it, he threw the armor he had made at his father and ran from home, just ran.

Years later, Persen had been in the road for quiet a time, he gained his life by dancing on town squares and by doing parlor tricks, he also acted as a minor mercenary with a War-hammer, the only weapon he learned how to use correctly, on one of this many events he met Illi'an Starshine, a elven Paladin with whome he fell in love. Illi'an wielded a powerful Goliath War-hammer that she had inherited from her mentor.

Persen and Illi'an continiued to adventure together for many years, Illi'an appreciated him as a companion, and Persen persued her heart. Persen felt the calling of magic for him, so they acted as a team of a figther and a mage, doing very good deeds in the name of Coralleron.

While on duty in Jal'nareth, Persen and Illi'an had been contacted to defeat a powerful undead in the area, a magical undead who had hidden itself inside a deep dungeon that had previously been a jail. Persen had a beed hunch about the place, but Illi'an had received a divine mandate to destroy all undeads to prevent the return of an ancient dragon called Silskor, and Persen had swore to help her until his life ended.

During the storm of the century, they entered the dungeon, during that fateful night, there was total silence on the dungeon, and only two screams rippled through the air. That of a warrior falling, and that of a lover crushed.

It would be weeks, but the evil aura around the tomb dissipated. No one came out, no monster, no undead, no hunter.

Until at least a month later, a man a blue eyed, blond man carrying the corpse of a Armored elf. The man had arms thick like trees, was taller than most men, had a imposing aura and an almost impossible grace on his moves. The man introduced himself as Perun, son of Obad-Hai. He called his Greahammer Iron Thunder, a weapon capable of tremendous damage. His figthing skills were better than every soldier in the country, and his magical power was tremendous for someone who looked so young. He claimed to have found the Paladin corpse alone in the tomb, but he had dissapeared with a ligthing flash when someone tried to ask him who she was.

Perun gave the lady paladin a funeral, noticing how she was missing her weapon. He laid her to rest in a forest in Orenero.

Since then Perun has made rounds through the continent, destroying all the undead he could find on his trips through the wastelands and hunting those he couldnt. He makes sure that people know him to be the son of Obad-Hai, and show them the tremendous power he channel through his weapon.

He is currently helping a rag-tag group on the hunting of the most devious fiends of all, Liches, his comarades talk about them releasing an ancient evil Silskor, and he believes to have heard that name before....from a woman he thinks.