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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bloodweaver1" data-source="post: 3788769" data-attributes="member: 31459">Below are my two concepts (hopefully one makes it). One is a Warforged with their racial PrC mixed with a P. Warrior. His history is pretty relative simple and probably needs a bit of work. The other concept is my original proposal and needs a bit of work as well. With this one I took some liberties with the Shadow and Positive Energy Plan and how they relate to your realm. Let me know what you think and if you do not agree with something we can always change it. [sblock=Braq – Tetugen (Warforged)  (Warforged Juggernaut 5 / Psychic Warrior 9]His home was a nomadic tribe who’s philosophical and spiritual beliefs greatly involved mediation and isolation. Unlike others of their kind a core tenet of the tribes beliefs is shun the mindless blood lust comes naturally for them and to instead accept the peace of mediation that is so hard to find. This core tenet, and Braq’s violation of it, is what has lead this peaceful warrior to be a lone wander in the waste lands. As is what often common in the city states, Warforged readily accept their blood spilling roles and willing let their bodies and minds revert back to the mindless creates they once were. A long time ago, the ancestors of his tribe ran away from their cities and traversed out into the desert in hopes of finding a better way of life then what the city states have offered. Braq’s solitary path was not an easy one. Some time ago his tribe faced almost near extinction when a large force of marauders descended onto their village. Faced with either death or life Braq made the only real choice he had. Willing he embraced his races violent side and helped turn the tide against his people. Afterwards, his embrace to the forbidden was obvious to all within his tribe. And though he had saved them from death he had also violated their beliefs. Extradited for his actions Braq now travels the wasteland with the knowledge of his ancestors and the strength of his embrace. Silently hoping to one day to find a family that will accept him. DescriptionBraq stands well over six feet tall and has all the markings of a full embrace (WF Juggernaut). Though exiled from his tribe, he still bears their unique crystal marks imbedded randomly across his sand colored armored body. These stones have an ancient tradition and have helped him during his long hours of meditation. [/sblock][sblock=Caladan Duskblade - Human (Soulknife 5 / Illumine Soul 4 / Shadow Sentinal 5)]DescriptionCaladan stands at about 6’1” and has short fiery red hair with piercing blue eyes. His skin has a deep weathered tan to it, and he has an exotic facial tattoo that covers the left side of his face and runs down the side of his neck and across his body. The tattoo is very noticeable even when he is wearing his helmet. His equipment, though noticeably used, is kept in the best of condition. Hanging over his shoulders and falling past his knees is a light and earth tone cloak that helps protect him from the elements. Depicted on the chest plate of his armor and on his shield are strange detailed engravings and various symbols of an unknown source.Caladan hardly talks and when he does its more often than not five words or less. However, when it comes to cleansing a crypt of a foul presence or putting the restless souls back at ease, there are few warriors who can do so better than him. Caladan is a man of action and has little time for holding hands and warming up to the masses. He is more at home out under the heavens and in the wastelands with his fellow adventures than he ever will be in a city state.He was once a herder for his family and tribe in the regions to the north but that was a long time ago. A time when a mysterious and deadly plague had swept across the region, corrupting the bodies and souls all of those who came into contact with it. With no remedy in site, the undead were soon too many to count and it was not long until the entire region was literally under siege. The plagued dead attacked and killed all of those that they came into contact with. They attacked and killed innocents without rime or reason including Caladan’s pregnant wife and three-year-old son. One by one, members his tribe began to fall victim to the horde however, what was once thought as a random plague was to become the apparent workings of a vile leader. Caladan, with the help the few remaining villagers, would begin a crusade to rid the region of the vile plague and destroy the Necromancer behind it. It was during this crusade that Caladan first came across the Seto and his teachings. With his determination to put his loved ones to rest and to route out the one responsible, Caladan quickly became a devoted follower. In time he and the remaining survivors returned peace and order to the region despite never being able to catch the Necromancer that caused it. With the region back under control Caladan finally went home. He realized then that he had nothing to go home to. The plague and those behind it had taken everything from him and in return gave him a huge whole in his already heavy heart. With nothing left but his faith. He buried his loved ones for good and left. Eventually he was able to hunt down and corner the undead necromancer that was responsible for the death of his family. The evil mage made his home in an ancient and long forgotten temple. Soon a battle of epic proportions raged within its halls until both of them struck what would appear to be a fatal blow to each other. In his dying breath he called for his god to grant him his next breath so that he could finally seek the revenge that he so desperately wanted. But his Lord did not respond. Caladan does not know how long he laid there on the temple’s floor. He just remembers waking fully rested and to the whispering sound of his wife saying, “Now you have the power to make right what was done wrong so long ago…”. Many days and nights would pass with Caladan spending countless hours searching throughout the temple. During his search he found no trace of the undead necromancer that he thought he killed or of the source of the whisper that woke him. It was also during this time that he saw his skin began to almost completely cover itself in dark ancient markings. As if some invisible force was writing on him like he was a piece of parchment. Perhaps the most shocking of all was that the Seto no longer spoke to him. Replaced by it was a warm and comforting presence. A presence that he has never felt before but yet felt fairly familiar to him. He would finally figure out that this temple was not temple but more of a sacred monastery devoted to the teachings and worship of ******, (Not too sure what old god you want) an ancient God of both Shadow and Light (positive energy).  And in this monastery lived those who were blessed to wield the Gods power of both against those that have done horrible injustice against the innocent. Armed with this new infused power, Caladan travels out once again into the wasteland in search for the undead necromancer (Lich) that has eluded him yet again[/sblock]-Blood</blockquote>

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