| Full Name |
Mr. AberCleric |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Cleric 8/Brother of Undead 10 |
| Gender |
male |
| Size |
Plump |
| Age |
Younger then his un dead brother |
| Special Abilities |
Annoy brother at will |
| Alignment |
Goodish |
| Location |
Texas |
| Strength |
14 |
| Dexterity |
12 |
| Constitution |
14 |
| Intelligence |
12 |
| Wisdom |
16 |
| Charisma |
18 |
About AberCleric
Well what is there to say, I was 14 when my brother became undead and we have had a battle ever since. Living under the same roof as a zombie is not easy, and bringing women home was even harder. Try explaining the lump of rotting of flesh playing Diablo all day and night while you have people over. The true turning point what when he moved across the country from me and “by mistake” took most of my gaming stuff with him. He denied this for years until a trip to Philadelphia uncovered the evil truth right there on his book shelf. The war between the undead and the Living rages on.
