Garen Lakral - Priest of Her Mercy, Tamara
Dec 13, 2015 6:12:16 GMT
Post by Terallis on Dec 13, 2015 6:12:16 GMT
Name: Garen Lakral
Race: Human, Aasimar (Golden Protector, Lammasu)
Origin: Waterdeep
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 200 lbs
={Appearance]=
His skin, while looking mostly normal, carries a yellow-gold colour to it. On many parts across his body, small golden scale patches can be seen, in addition to some feathers that stick out of places near his shoulders and back. His eyes are like orbs of pure gold, carrying no visible pupils to speak of. His hair, like much of the rest of his features, almost looks to shine with it's brilliant gold-blonde colour.
As for his attire, he is often seen wearing either priestly robes or a more clerical suit of armour when it suits the situation. But no matter what he wears, it always carries the mark of a bright silver, seven-pointed star.
=[Personality]=
The man before you, while perhaps looking a bit odd, often carries a smile. Kind and caring to others, he is often quick to help those in need. Though, despite his kind demeanour, is is quick to act against the living dead and those who would seek to aid them. Additionally, upon speaking, his voice almost carries a bit of an echo-y, calming tone to it.
=[History]=
Garen was born to Helen and Vale Lakral. He had been a bit odd as a child, due to his appearance that only seemed to become more pronounced with age. What made it especially odd is that he carried far more prominent features to that of his ancestor than that of his mother, who had piercing golden eyes and blonde hair. But, even so, he was loved just as any parent would love their child. Despite how his parents treated him, however, he saw plenty of animosity from other children his age, and often times, even their parents and other cityfolk of Waterdeep. It wasn't exactly that they hadn't seen such oddities before, but more, perhaps, that it wasn't common to see such traits in a small child.
At the age of ten, his father had brought him in to one of the local churches devoted to Her Mercy, Tamara, whom their family served for generations. He was taught the faith and soon after became a member of the church as well. He was taught many things of Tamara. Her kindness towards all things, her hatred for the undead, and much more. He took to everything surprisingly fast, as well, excelling at things that most would find quite difficult. Perhaps his heritage played into it, the blood of the higher planes influencing his actions. Who knows?
He grew into a kind, loving man who tried to help as many around Waterdeep as he could. Especially those sick and injured, or those outcasted due to the way they looked or similar. But he was still in training, at the time. He had much other work to do before he would graduate to priesthood. However, this still wouldn't take long as he finally reached that goal at the age of 17. But there was a job he had to do, much as a final test of his ability. The church sought to spread the word of Tamara to a series of islands off the Sword Coast. So he set out at once, seeking nothing more than to spread the benevolence of Her Mercy, Tamara, and to aid those who needed it.
Upon arrival, he encountered the bustling markets of Kalaram. It was nothing quite as amazing as those in Waterdeep, but he still couldn't help but admire how well everything was. That is until the cries were heard. He had been there only a couple days before the dead began to walk, infecting and devouring all in their path. Wandering mindlessly from one place to another. He tried to help those he could, but he had only just become a full priest of Tamara. He was able to give what little healing to those who needed it, but most either turned or perished in the most gruesome ways.
He would continue aiding those he could, even until this day, five years later. But the places he had stayed up until now had all since been overrun. He finally makes his way to Sundered Desolation where he hopes to fine more who are still hanging on, surviving to their last breath, to possibly see the end of this calamity. This is where his true adventure begins...
At the age of ten, his father had brought him in to one of the local churches devoted to Her Mercy, Tamara, whom their family served for generations. He was taught the faith and soon after became a member of the church as well. He was taught many things of Tamara. Her kindness towards all things, her hatred for the undead, and much more. He took to everything surprisingly fast, as well, excelling at things that most would find quite difficult. Perhaps his heritage played into it, the blood of the higher planes influencing his actions. Who knows?
He grew into a kind, loving man who tried to help as many around Waterdeep as he could. Especially those sick and injured, or those outcasted due to the way they looked or similar. But he was still in training, at the time. He had much other work to do before he would graduate to priesthood. However, this still wouldn't take long as he finally reached that goal at the age of 17. But there was a job he had to do, much as a final test of his ability. The church sought to spread the word of Tamara to a series of islands off the Sword Coast. So he set out at once, seeking nothing more than to spread the benevolence of Her Mercy, Tamara, and to aid those who needed it.
Upon arrival, he encountered the bustling markets of Kalaram. It was nothing quite as amazing as those in Waterdeep, but he still couldn't help but admire how well everything was. That is until the cries were heard. He had been there only a couple days before the dead began to walk, infecting and devouring all in their path. Wandering mindlessly from one place to another. He tried to help those he could, but he had only just become a full priest of Tamara. He was able to give what little healing to those who needed it, but most either turned or perished in the most gruesome ways.
He would continue aiding those he could, even until this day, five years later. But the places he had stayed up until now had all since been overrun. He finally makes his way to Sundered Desolation where he hopes to fine more who are still hanging on, surviving to their last breath, to possibly see the end of this calamity. This is where his true adventure begins...
