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About Narses ArthfellNarses Arthfell Spoiler:
Male Human Cleric of Pharasma 1
Alignment: N Deity: Pharasma Region: Andoran Height: 5'10" Weight: 180 Hair: Black Eyes: Grey Skin: Tanned Age: 25 XP: 0 Str: 10 (+0)
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Hit Dice: 1d8+2
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BAB: +0
CMB: +0
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Narses is a nondescript human, with short black hair and lightly tanned skin, like most Andorans who work for a living. Neither especially tall nor especially short, his only outstanding features are his unusually light grey eyes and the pale white birthmark on his right palm. His birthmark strongly resembles Pharasma's holy symbol; it spirals wobbily from the center of his palm, broadening slightly as it goes. Personality: Spoiler:
Narses is quiet and confident in his powers and in his faith. He does not proselytise or preach to those of other faiths, preferring instead to let his actions speak for him. He worships Pharasma in both Her aspects -- Life and Death -- but realizes that worship of Pharasma as the ender of life isn't widely appreciated and rarely mentions it.
In personal matters, Narses is more expressive and open. He is easy-going, if not completely carefree, and rarely carries any grudges. He tends to look for the best in people, but does not allow that to blind him to their faults. Once he makes a true friend, he does his best to remain loyal to them. Narses is stoic and fearless in combat, risking death to save companions in need, although he is not an especially astute tactician nor a quick study with weapons. He prefers to support his allies with magic and relies on his longspear and melee combat in general only as a last resort. Quotations: Spoiler:
"Do not fear Death, for the Lady of Graves only takes those whose time has come."
"Your existence is an abomination, foulspawn! Return to the earth where you were buried!" "Well, now all that is over with, let's say we head back to town and have a nice stout drink?" Background: Spoiler:
Born to a family of small farmers in the Arthfell region of Andoran, Narses's birthmark was apparent even at his birth, and the Pharasmite midwife who delivered him recognized it as a sign of the Lady's favor. She convinced Narses's family to apprentice him to the church, and he grew up as a ward of Pharasma. Pharasma's church isn't the somber mausoleum that most of the un-initiated fear; her priests also number midwives and doctors, after all. His childhood was no worse in this regard than any other's.
Narses took to Pharasma's teachings like a duck to water. By the time he was 13 years old, he had met all of the scholastic requirements to be initiated into Her clergy, although he was not allowed to perform the other tests until he reached the age of 16. By the time he was 20, Narses was admitted as an official member of Pharasma's clergy and sent to Oregent to serve in that town's small church. |
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