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Full Name

Alton Nimblewit

Race

Halfling

Classes/Levels

Bard 10

Gender

Male

Size

Small

Age

27

Special Abilities

Innocence

Alignment

Neutral Good

Deity

Holy Flame of Ezra

Location

Metropolis

Languages

Common, Celestial, Old Common, Halfling, Draconic, Auran, Undercommon, Sylvan, Gnoll

Occupation

Televangelist

Strength 15
Dexterity 20
Constitution 12
Intelligence 16
Wisdom 7
Charisma 18

About Maybryn

Alton Nimblewit’s history is one of sadness, redemption, and revival. He claims to draw his strength from the holy flame, and finds his passion in converting the lost souls of the metropolis. Such is his lot in life. His mother, a seamstress by trade, died during childbirth, so Alton had no opportunity to learn of her. This tragic event also managed to strain the relations between him and his father in his youth. Falling into the pit traps of alcoholism and debauchery, Alton was left to fend for himself on many nights, as debt collectors came to take more possessions by the cart load from their house. Eventually, the house itself was repossessed, and Alton’s father withdrew into an even deeper state of desperation, stealing to get enough money to make his way. For his part, Alton spent time among extended family, learning means of gathering crowds and performing on the street for coin. Through his time on the streets, he became an avid singer and dancer, and his times at the local church afforded him the opportunity to learn the keyboard as well.
One day, however, his dismal life was met with a glimpse of light. His father, freshly released from the stocks for pickpocketing, was returning to his old ways, stealing to pay for his next planned binge session. Only this time, his mark was young Alton, who had made a few coppers off of the local populace for his increasingly popular style of performance. The opportunity didn’t present itself until a time when Alton was inside the church, continuing his lessons with the matronly lady at the organ.
Neither Alton nor his father can say what happened that day, other than the obvious. At some point, Alton’s father paused in the middle of the aisle at the church, stared up at the relics at the altar, and heaved forth a projectile vomit the likes of which had never been thought possible by a Halfling. He fell to his knees, shed a great number of tears, and then cried out to his son. From that day forward, Alton’s father was set on the straight and narrow. The road was a tough one, and there were occasions for relapse, but alcohol had never touched the man’s lips from that day forward. Eventually, the man found a job as a butler for some of the fading nobility of the Appendix, and earned an honest day’s wage for the first time in over a decade.
This miracle forever changed Alton’s outlook, and gave him an almost-fanatical love for the flame. He began relaying the love of the Holy Flame in his street performances, which in-turn led to a somewhat higher attendance at the local church. Eventually, Alton and his father earned enough money to send him to an academy of the arts, where he learned the finer points of preaching, combined with his already hefty knowledge of flare and pomp.
His renown is not universally accepted by the clergy and hierarchy of the Holy Flame, however. As a torch, his love and attention to the Holy Flame has never been questioned, but his notoriety for frequent “faith revival”-type masses have been deemed borderline schismatic for the more Orthodox members, even if it does have the effect of filling the pews with lost souls. His sermons, as a result, have been labeled contemporary by some, soul-filled by others, and abominations by the most hard line congregants.
Not many of his congregation nor his peers are aware, however, that Alton also has a special love of archery. His fancy for the composite short bow with high strength draw has generally been practiced in secret, meaning that he is usually training in close-quarters.
The nickname ‘Nimblewit’ was given to him during his time at the academy. Though he is certainly intelligent and has a personality that many would like to know better, many noticed that he was rather slow on the uptake, generally unobservant of his surroundings, and usually the last to get a joke. The nickname was ironically given to him, and it has stuck ever since.
Alton prefers to dress in fashions that can sometimes be considered downright sleazy. When he is not wearing ceremonial vestments, he is generally dressed in tweed business suits with garish colors and plaid jackets. His hair is usually slicked back, and he keeps a supply of hair jelly and a comb on his person at all times to ensure that he is always looking his best. He speaks in a voice of a man twice his size, but can tend to ramble on long after people have stopped listening. He understands the literal teachings of the church, but he has a tendency of misinterpreting the messages within. As a result, he prefers to keep his sermons simple and themed to general advice, rather than going in depth on true meaning.