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<blockquote data-quote="Rkhet" data-source="post: 2287080" data-attributes="member: 31318"><p>Concept: Miraln Eastheath, Human Cleric of Entrophy. Miraln grew up as an apprentice in the Temple of Byhada, the descendant of a long line of clergymen. It was apparent even as a child that something's not quite right with him, and he would spend his days muttering to himself and staring off into the distance. </p><p></p><p>On his sixteenth birthday, Miraln, as is the custom, underwent the Ritual of Becoming, where the new generation of Byhadan clergymen received a blessing from their lord (the particularly talented becoming full clerics). When the holy water touched his forehead, where normally a person receiving this blessing felt an immense sense of vigor and well-being, Miraln instead felt a searing pain. When he came to, it was with the glint of madness in his eyes: by some chance or design, he had seen the final truth and of the multiverse, the death of gods and stars.</p><p></p><p>He left the temple soon after, disgusted at the inability of his fellow clergymen to share his vision. At first he tried to proselyze, but to no avail: he soon realized that words are incapable of describing what he had experienced, what he now knows.</p><p></p><p>Then it occured to him that even this was pointless: "what does it matter, that a few thousand lives Knows, or do not? The Truth is the Truth. It was and shall always be. All things are pointless to the void."</p><p></p><p>So, having lost all goals in life, these days Miraln wanders in the city, doing whatever suits his whims. This sometimes lands him in danger, but his vision and his belief in the Truth seems to have granted him a measure of power.</p><p></p><p>When questioned about his faith, Miraln smiles condescendingly, and picks up a flower. It turns into dust in his palm. Then he turns away and will speak no more.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rkhet, post: 2287080, member: 31318"] Concept: Miraln Eastheath, Human Cleric of Entrophy. Miraln grew up as an apprentice in the Temple of Byhada, the descendant of a long line of clergymen. It was apparent even as a child that something's not quite right with him, and he would spend his days muttering to himself and staring off into the distance. On his sixteenth birthday, Miraln, as is the custom, underwent the Ritual of Becoming, where the new generation of Byhadan clergymen received a blessing from their lord (the particularly talented becoming full clerics). When the holy water touched his forehead, where normally a person receiving this blessing felt an immense sense of vigor and well-being, Miraln instead felt a searing pain. When he came to, it was with the glint of madness in his eyes: by some chance or design, he had seen the final truth and of the multiverse, the death of gods and stars. He left the temple soon after, disgusted at the inability of his fellow clergymen to share his vision. At first he tried to proselyze, but to no avail: he soon realized that words are incapable of describing what he had experienced, what he now knows. Then it occured to him that even this was pointless: "what does it matter, that a few thousand lives Knows, or do not? The Truth is the Truth. It was and shall always be. All things are pointless to the void." So, having lost all goals in life, these days Miraln wanders in the city, doing whatever suits his whims. This sometimes lands him in danger, but his vision and his belief in the Truth seems to have granted him a measure of power. When questioned about his faith, Miraln smiles condescendingly, and picks up a flower. It turns into dust in his palm. Then he turns away and will speak no more. [/QUOTE]
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