Le'Rose Shifel's page

Race -Halfling

Classes/Levels -Palidin 1

Gender -Male

Size -Small

Age -35

Special Abilities

Aura of good, detect evil, smite evil 1/day

Strength 10
Dexterity 16
Constitution 16
Intelligence 11
Wisdom 10
Charisma 14

Fort:3+2=5 Ref:3+0=3 Will:0+2=2
BaB+1
AC:16 (Sheild+2=18)
HP:13

Knowledge Religion: 1
Acrobatics: 1
Sense Motive: 1

weapon finesse

You are trained in using your agility in melee combat, as opposed to brute strength.

Benefit: With a light weapon, elven curve blade, rapier, whip, or spiked chain made for a creature of your size category, you may use your Dexterity modifier instead of your Strength modifier on attack rolls. If you carry a shield, its armor check penalty applies to your attack rolls.

Special: Natural weapons are considered light weapons.

Curve blade, elven 80 gp 1d8 18–20/×2 7 lbs.
Training sword, 20GP 1D6
Studded leather 25 gp AC+3 Dex+5 AcP–1 15% 30 ft.
Shield, heavy steel 20 gp +2AC AcP–2 15% 15 lbs.

Not really traveling with supplies because he is a social creature. Just keeps the rest of his gold on hand.

LeRose was the odd duck of his family, drawn to art and adventure. At a young age he left home and set out for Magnimar. There he was able to find a culture that embraced art and beauty. His more adventurist streak led him to join the church of Shelyn.

Though he had a natural talent for swordsmanship it did not suit him much. Instead he spent a lot of his time in the local inn. Subtly preaching his gospel through poetry and tales of adventure.

He became well known as a charismatic face for the church in the more seedy areas of town that most "Decent folk" of the church refused to go to.

Though LeRose no longer like to talk about it, he was asked by his church to root out a necromantic cult posing as doctors within the city. He brought in a perpetrator alive and was then asked to execute him. This went against the tenants that he fought for but he caved to the pressure and did it. The next day he left the church.

Now he has set himself to wander. Letting Shelyn guide him, by luck during his day and by dreams during his nights.

Paladins of Shelyn

Paladins of Shelyn are peaceable promoters of art and beauty. They see the ugliness in evil, even when cloaked in the form of beauty, and their job is to prevent the weak and foolish from being seduced by false promises.

Their tenets include:

I am peaceful. I come first with a rose. I act to prevent conflict before it blossoms.

I never strike first, unless it is the only way to protect the innocent.

I accept surrender if my opponent can be redeemed—and I never assume that they cannot be. All things that live love beauty, and I will show beauty's answer to them.

I will never destroy a work of art, nor allow one to come to harm unless greater art arises from its loss. I will only sacrifice art if doing so allows me to save a life, for untold beauty can arise from an awakened soul.

I see beauty in others. As a rough stone hides a diamond, a drab face may hide the heart of a saint.

I lead by example, not with my blade. Where my blade passes, a life is cut short, and the world's potential for beauty is lessened.

I live my life as art. I will choose an art and perfect it. When I have mastered it, I will choose another. The works I leave behind make life richer for those who follow.

LeRose is also more socially aware then most paladins. He is not opposed to drinking a bit (Never drunk) and he accepts that some people have their vices and evils but he would rather stand by people and help guide them out then condemn them.

One thing he can not stand and will not put up with is abuse of women, children, and the helpless.

His art is poetry, though I am no good at it so I will be borrowing heavily from RL writers and claiming them for LeRose.

Against undead/evil he will use his elven blade but against normal humans and the misguided he will use the training blade to deliver non-lethal attacks.

LeRose stared back at the elven woman and cracked a wide charming smile.

[/b]"You are as observant as your are lovely. Yes, I hardly use the elven blade, I would rather not take lives. Some may consider this a weakness, perhaps it is, but I feel as though my faith should not be used as a weapon but worn as armor instead."[/b]

He drew out the curved elven blade, feeling its edge with his finger, letting it cut slightly into his finger to show the sharpness.

"A great poet once said:

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.

LeRose's smile faded and he became rather serious.

Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Golarion is the less."

He placed the blade back into the scabbard.

"As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind."

LeRose looked deeply and seriously into the elven woman's eyes with just a hint of sadness.

"Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee."

He paused for a moment, coughed and then his charming smile returned.