Arden Mennen
Nov 15, 2015 4:19:20 GMT
Post by Myrdroko on Nov 15, 2015 4:19:20 GMT
Name: Arden Mennen
Race: Human
Age: Late thirties
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 149
Hair color: Black
Eye color: light silver
Physically:
His body is thin and weary from the constant run from the undead and the lack of food. His hair though long is matted with crusted blood and dirt. Yet his clothing seems immaculate and well kept even this long through the undead nightmare that has grasped the world. As if to personally stand out as a beacon of hope to those around him.
Mentally:
Due to being raised as a cleric to the god of suffering, Illmater. Arden has been faring well during the passing years, his mind already molded to endure what life had in store for him. Though he dare not enter any temple or church due to the strain on his mind to repress the remembrance of his sect being eaten alive in front of him.
Biography:
Born into the sect of Ilmater his parents also clerics of the suffering god. Arden was raised right, he never stole, he never complained, and he never spoke up any time during His life there. Due to have those 'virtues' forced upon him under the strict supervision of the clerics that resided within the temple. His mother and father being separated from him during his training as to make certain that his parents did not interfere. This was not forced as they had accepted the path Arden was to take.
At the end of his training and his path set was he allowed to reunite with his mother and father. The reunion was not heart warming as it was what a cleric from one sect meeting another. His entire being was that which belonged to the will of his god his faith unwavering he merely greeted them and sttod with them in an akward silence till he had decided it was time to embark on his pilgrimage to spread the word of Ilmater. To those who are in pain or those who were destitute to ease their pains and worries to give them hope and find a new place within the arms of the crying god.
But during one of his journeys to the many villages that were crumbling under the weight of a mysterious disease. Did Arden see his faith become pushed to the breaking point. Mass killings burning pyres filled with bodies many still moving an groaning as if in pain. He turned to those who were responsible for doing this to their sick and destitute with disgust. He nearly struck out at the man till a loud cacophony of groans broke the fuming silence between him and the townsfolk. As quick as his anger had came it had gone as he was filled with dread. The mutilated bodies swept through the town devouring and ripping apart the people in front of his eyes. His first action was to flee he ran and never looked back no matter the screams, even though so many people were in need of help his body would not stop running. Only till he has made it deep into the forest did his mind catch up with him but he endured and swore to uphold his teaching and help any that required it.
Race: Human
Age: Late thirties
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 149
Hair color: Black
Eye color: light silver
Physically:
His body is thin and weary from the constant run from the undead and the lack of food. His hair though long is matted with crusted blood and dirt. Yet his clothing seems immaculate and well kept even this long through the undead nightmare that has grasped the world. As if to personally stand out as a beacon of hope to those around him.
Mentally:
Due to being raised as a cleric to the god of suffering, Illmater. Arden has been faring well during the passing years, his mind already molded to endure what life had in store for him. Though he dare not enter any temple or church due to the strain on his mind to repress the remembrance of his sect being eaten alive in front of him.
Biography:
Born into the sect of Ilmater his parents also clerics of the suffering god. Arden was raised right, he never stole, he never complained, and he never spoke up any time during His life there. Due to have those 'virtues' forced upon him under the strict supervision of the clerics that resided within the temple. His mother and father being separated from him during his training as to make certain that his parents did not interfere. This was not forced as they had accepted the path Arden was to take.
At the end of his training and his path set was he allowed to reunite with his mother and father. The reunion was not heart warming as it was what a cleric from one sect meeting another. His entire being was that which belonged to the will of his god his faith unwavering he merely greeted them and sttod with them in an akward silence till he had decided it was time to embark on his pilgrimage to spread the word of Ilmater. To those who are in pain or those who were destitute to ease their pains and worries to give them hope and find a new place within the arms of the crying god.
But during one of his journeys to the many villages that were crumbling under the weight of a mysterious disease. Did Arden see his faith become pushed to the breaking point. Mass killings burning pyres filled with bodies many still moving an groaning as if in pain. He turned to those who were responsible for doing this to their sick and destitute with disgust. He nearly struck out at the man till a loud cacophony of groans broke the fuming silence between him and the townsfolk. As quick as his anger had came it had gone as he was filled with dread. The mutilated bodies swept through the town devouring and ripping apart the people in front of his eyes. His first action was to flee he ran and never looked back no matter the screams, even though so many people were in need of help his body would not stop running. Only till he has made it deep into the forest did his mind catch up with him but he endured and swore to uphold his teaching and help any that required it.
