| Full Name |
Marak Dawnblade, the Blade of Dawn |
| Race |
Ifrit |
| Classes/Levels |
Swashbuckler 5/Bard 1/Paladin 3 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
22 |
| Alignment |
LG |
| Deity |
Sarenrae |
| Location |
Absalom |
| Languages |
Common, Ignan, Kelish, Osiriani, Gnome, Sylvan, Celestial |
| Occupation |
Paladin |
| Strength |
9 |
| Dexterity |
22 |
| Constitution |
12 |
| Intelligence |
14 |
| Wisdom |
5 |
| Charisma |
18 |
About Marak Dawnblade
Wellll... I was passed from orphanage to orphanage. I'm told normal toddlers are a handful, so, I'm sure toddlers with flames instead of hair and the ability to ignite things with their minds are a different matter entirely. Anyway, I ended up with the Dervishes, and was raised in the church of Sarenrae. I appreciate everything the did for me, but I needed a bit more in my life, I wanted adventure. One of elders had been a pathfinder in her younger days, and she was able to get me in.
After that? I stayed because I got what I wanted. Travel the world, go to interesting places, kill everyone there, and walk out with the treasure. Exactly what I thought I wanted. Things were great.
Then I accepted an assignment to explore the depths of a ruined siege tower. The sheer magnitude of the evil... it overwhelmed me. He chuckles. It's funny that I had to go to the depths of Bonekeep to finally see the light of dawn.
Now? I stay because this is where I'm needed. With the help of the Silver Crusade, I've been able to dedicate myself to purging undeath from the world, one vampire at a time.
