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Well, can I play? I like this character.

Come on people! Come on Palm Tree!

If the glove fits, you must submit!

I see. I am new, so, just to be clear. Have I submitted a character? Is there a place I am supposed to do that?

I thought this was Mon-Fri regular? I keep checking, no dice. I'm just excited is all.

But, evil characters, just like most characters, have goals. Loyalty for lawful evil is still important. Chaotic evil will used someone until they are not useful anymore (they might need a fall guy). I think that being evil in a party is no problem, as long as the goals coincide.

I do customer service for a company that lets me get online, while I don't have calls. So, schedule is perfect for me. I am new to the PbP and this sounds like a good source of XP for me. I love google community stuff, and just recently found the maps! They are awesome. I hope you can show me more.

Shane Kimkrig's father was a pasture of Pharasma. Shane's mother died in his birth and he was born a still born. Pasture Kimkrig should have known better but he called on Pharasma to spare his son's life. Urgathoa heard the call and offered life to Shane at no cost. The preacher should have known better, but agreed.

As Shane grew up he had a fixation with death. His father would always stop him from playing with a dead bird, or cat, or going to the graveyard. It got so much that his father was lead into solitude and eventually died in his regret. Urgathoa touched Shane with his power and Shane began to see more in death than in life. Reviling in the powerful magic that occurred upon the death of the living. He never had friends growing up. This lead to a be-friendship with the dead. His father and him never had such a good relationship until Mr. Kimkrig was laid to "rest" in his shallow grave.

I plan on making an Undead tainted Sorcerer.

Playing around with death Shane put fear into the already frightened villagers when he was caught digging up graves and playing with their bodies using magic. Since he had no formal magical training people feared greatly where his magic came from. The villages fear grew into a riot and they gave him what he wanted: Death. Just not how he would wanted it: Burned at the post. How he hated the living.