| Full Name |
Uriel "The Jester" Elnevel |
| Race |
Musetouched Aasimar |
| Classes/Levels |
Bard |
| Gender |
Male |
| Alignment |
CN |
About Uriel "The Jester" Elnevel
The first record of Uriel Elnevel was as an abandoned infant. He was found on the doorsteps of a cathedral to Iomedae and taken in with great excitement. The baby was not like most, clearly the blood of a celestial flowed strongly in his veins as the energy was manifest on his very skin. He looked almost like a living breathing porcelain doll. His skin was pure white, completely pore-less, and an all-together sight of great beauty. He was heralded as a gift from Iomedae herself by the church elders and quickly became a beacon for nearby worshippers to marvel in her gracious gift to the church.
It seemed that Uriel had a life of respect and adulation laid before him from the start, but then he learned to talk. Everything was so remarkably funny to him. From silly rituals of his home to the sacred stories of Iomedae, to the toil in which most people lived out their lives, Uriel looked upon it all as utter hilarity. What he found even funnier was how serious and angry some people became at his musings while others could be brought to his same states of elation with just a few words. Uriel never played with toys as a child, he played with people. He would push them from their comfort zone and then dance them about like his own private puppet show.
At 11 when Uriel began proclaiming himself as the bastard love child of Cayden Cailean and Zon-Kuthon, the church elders had suffered all that they were going to on account of the alabaster child. They cast him out on his own, but this was no concern for Uriel; rather his playpen was expanded. He roamed from town to town sometimes living off the wealth of others and sometimes sleeping on the streets. But no matter where he found himself Uriel was laughing all the while, after all this world and its inhabitants were all just so ridiculous.
As he grew older he realized that he had a certain supernatural knack, which empowered his antics and further separated him from the dullards he walked amongst. About that time his reputation for biting humor and alabaster skin became quite noteworthy everywhere he went. People would often refer to him as The Jester instead of his real name. The moniker seemed to pop up in every town independently, and he decided to embrace this persona. He never cared much for the traditional costume, but by applying large amounts of make up to his lips and eyes, everyone simply saw him as an irresistible clown instead of some irresponsible avatar.
As he further developed in both mind and body, he was constantly in search of new laughs and new challenges. He found that while the folly of a random person was humorous, the folly at the expense of a foe was to die for. He decided to join the Pathfinders to exploit this very thing. This ridiculous group of so-called heroes never had any shortage of adversaries to one up, and his abilities made him quite the valued recruit.
