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I'll make him 65, but say he moved at 25 with his parents to further his understanding of the land, and broaden his horizons.

Gideon stands about 6'0' tall, weighing about 200 lbs. He is a bulky individual, that is rather rigid in combat, but makes up for it with defensive capabilities. With medium length dark blonde hair, and green eyes, his face shows no wrinkles or aging. He is nearly 104 years old (this is near starting age for Aasimar, couldn't find middle age or other categories). He wears a dark grey tunic with dark pants and boots. A pale green and blue trim to mark the colors of his goddess. His holy symbol hangs from his neck, below his breastplate.

Level 1 Aasimar Cleric of Pharasma
Str:17
Con:11
Dex: 9
Int:10
Wis:17
Cha: 14

HP: 8
BAB: +0
AC:17, Touch:10, FF:17
Fort:2, Ref:2, Will:5
CMB:+3 CMD:12

Equipment: Scale Mail (+5AC), Heavy Steel Shield (+2AC), Heavy Mace 1d8+3 x2, Holy Symbol of Pharasma, Journal

Items: Sleeping Roll and 5 days rations

Abilities: Channel Positive Energy 1d6 5/day. Spontaneous Casting for Inflict spells. Acid/Cold/Electric resist 5, Darkvision 60 ft. Daylight 1/day.

Domains: Healing, Death

Feat: Lightning Reflexes

Skills: Perception 5, Diplomacy 6, Knowledge Planes 4

Traits: Savior, Defender of the Society, Deft Dodger

Gideon was raised in Sandpoint by his mother Dana and father James since birth. Noticably different from others with human parents, he was brought to a priest. The priest informed his parents of his celestial heritage. Feeling blessed by this news, Gideons parents urged him to seek divine guidence. To learn of the realms beyond the material plane.

But as his life progressed, he noticed a curious thing. While he had grown very strong and stalwart, happy with life and everything he had, he noticed that his parents were starting to become frail, older, much faster than he was. Looking around, he saw his friends, doing the same. One evening, he was called to the bedside of his best childhood friend. His friend told him of all the fun he'd had growing up. Without children or a wife, his friend was dying, all alone. Gideon was the last person he had called upon. Gideon stayed to ease the suffering of his friend, until the time came, and he passed.

Now stricken at the sight of sudden death, Gideons fleeting appreciation for life was damaged. Instead of taking out anger or hatred for this situation, he turned it into something beautiful. He prayed for days after the passing, finally recieving visions of the Goddess Pharasma, and her place among the divine. With a small understanding of her work, and the continuing sight of his aging parents, he enlisted to become a cleric of Pharasma. A guiding light for those still among the living, and a hand for the dying to follow to Pharasma's mighty tower.

Due to his loyalty to the NPC that saved his life, he has taken the role as a guard of the caravan, although also has offered his services as the caravan diplomat for encounters in new places.

Gideon walked towards the caskets, an ever heavy sorrow filling his chest. As he approached the altars they were laid upon, he tearfully grasped his holy symbol. "You lived lives of purity, of love, of grace. Showing respect to all around you, and never once taking enmity on those who turned against you. You were beacons of honor to children, to friends, and to me. Take my hand, and know that in death, you have achieved your final peace. Know that Pharasma will guide you to final rest." Placing one hand on the chests of both of the dead, he lays down a symbol of Pharasma in the arms of each. "Go now to eternal rest, Mother and Father." As he finished his eulogy, eight others came up from behind him, to close each casket, carrying them off into their final burial plots. As the others walked away into the distance, Gideon grabbed his holy symbol. "May they feel love in your embrace, as I have all these years."