And then the Fardarter commanded: "Go forth, and spread my Faith."
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Chryse L'Aura
Lawful Good Male Human Cleric (1)
Worships Apollo
Age: 18
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 140lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blond
Skin: Tan
STR: 10 (0)
DEX: 12 (1)
CON: 16 (3)
INT: 12 (1)
WIS: 16 (3)
CHA: 10 (0)
HP: 11
AC: 16
~ Touch: 11
~ Flat-Footed: 15
(5) Fortitude: 2 + 3
(1) Reflex: 0 + 1
(7) Will: 2 + 3 + 2
(1) Initiative: 1 + 0
BA: 0
~ (0) Grapple: 0 + 0
Weapons
Heavy Mace – 0 (1d8) x2
Shortbow - 1 (1d6) x3
Skills
(6) Concentration: 3 + 3 + 0
(4) Heal: 3 + 1 + 0
(3) Knowledge History: 1 + 2 + 0
(8) Knowledge Religion: 1 + 4 + 3
(3) Listen(cc): 3 + 0 + 0
(2) Perform String Instruments: 0 + 2 + 0
(1) Search(cc): 1 + 0 + 0
(3) Spot(cc): 3 + 0 + 0
(-16) Swim(cc): 0 + 0 - 16
Feats
Skill Focus: Knowledge Religion
Iron Will
Special Abilities
Turn Undead 3/day
Spells
(
0) - 3
Detect Magic
Light
Virtue
(
1) - 2 + 1
Divine Favor
Remove Fear
Cure Light Wounds (Domain)
Healing Domain
You can cast healing spells at +1 caster level.
Languages
Common
Celestial
Possessions
Heavy Mace (8lbs)
~Type: Bludgeoning
~AB: 0 + 0
~Damage: 1d8
~Critical: 20x2
Shortbow (2lbs)
~Type: Piercing
~AB: 1 + 0
~Damage: 1d6
~Critical: 20x3
Scale Mail (30lbs)
~AC Bonus: 4
~MAX DEX: 3
~Check Penalty: -4
~Speed: 20ft
Light Steel Shield (6lbs)
~AC Bonus: 1
~Check Penalty: -1
Cleric's Vestments (6lbs)
(20)
Quiver (3lbs)
Waterskin (4lbs)
(2)
Belt Pouch (1lb)
Sunrod (1lb)
Lyre (3lb)
Weight Carried: 58lbs (Medium Load = 20ft)
Light Load: 33lbs or <
Medium Load: 34lbs – 66lbs
Heavy Load: 67lbs – 100lbs
Lift Over Head: 100lbs
Lift Off Ground: 200lbs
Push or Drag: 500lbs
Speed: 15ft
Moneys
GP – 53
SP – 0
CP – 0
Background
Chryse comes from a poverty-stricken family. His father, a miner, succumbed to the Red Death outbreak only a couple of years after Chryse's birth, leaving his mother alone to raise the boy. Chryse himself was always a sickly child; he was almost permanently under house-arrest for the greater part of his childhood because of his mother's fear of him coming down with a virus or spreading one to his meager number of friends. After the second friend of his contracted a flu spread from Chryse and died, nobody wanted to come within ten feet of him.
Perpetually alone, Chryse turned to music and the stars he glimpsed through his window for friendship. A friendship with mutual gain. Sometime after his sixteenth birthday, Chryse began singing in a tongue strange and unfamiliar to his mother. She sent for the priests to exorcise him, but when they came to perform the holy task, they were astounded to hear the boy sing in Celestial; the Language of all that is Good. They took him from his home to the church to be raised properly in the teachings of Heironeous. Soon the priests began to fall ill and die around him. The abbot was not pleased and turned Chryse out as a curse to all mankind. Pestilence incarnate.
Alone again, Chryse looked once more towards the heavens for his true friend and prayed that he might be shown the Light. Apollo heard his prayer and sent to Chryse a dream. In this dream Chryse walked alone surrounded by thick thorny tendrils of darkness, everywhere tearing at his heels as he walked on towards a beacon in the distance. He awoke before he could reach the beacon in a forest, dead and twisted briar on all sides; the stars shining above him. He caught the glint of something shining not far from where he was laying. Knowing his dream to be an Omen sent from his loved god, Chryse picked his way to the golden light, ignoring the cuts and scrapes he gathered in the process. At his goal's end, he came upon a pile of gold, catching the light of the stars above, spilled from the torn pockets of some poor lost soul. Among the lost one's possessions was a lyre and a bow; still in good condition. What caught Chryse's eye first and foremost was the splendid sliver symbol of Apollo. The god of Music. The god of Pestilence. The god of Archery. The god of Healing. The god of Light.
As he grasped the symbol of his god, the body beneath him stirred. Before him now stood an undead beast he was not familiar with. In pure reflex, Chryse held his symbol forth, invoking the name of Apollo. From that symbol shone the brightness of a thousand suns, and when the light evaporated, all that was left was the rising dawn.
His treasure had, Chryse returned to Diamond Lake and began preaching the Glory of Apollo. Most looked on him as a madman; some cult-god worshipper. Certainly no one would suspect him of being chosen by a god. It was all he could do to get the blacksmith to accept his coin in exchange for his wares...
Personality
Chryse is a devoted follower of Apollo and will stop at nothing to spread his faith to those that will listen.
When shunned for his beliefs, Chryse will accept it stoically. Just because those around him can't see the Light doesn't mean he should give up in his cause.
He is quiet about all else. His past is best left forgotten; so full of death and misery. All he wishes to speak of is Apollo.
If ever he is praised, he claims it is the gifts Apollo grants him. If ever anyone lends an ear he will perform for them the arts most loved by Apollo.
Description
Not sure as to how he should present himself as a cleric, Chryse has chosen to garb himself in things every priest he has ever known might carry. Over his armor he wears a long flowing white surcoat; on its breast is printed a blue symbol of a lyre. He is a simple follower of a foreign god.
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Looking to go Hierophant
