1. A Character Concept adhering to the Character Creation Rules.
Half-Orc, Cleric (no planned archetype), Primary Divine Caster
2. A bare bones back story that we can hone together as a party on why your character is choosing to be an adventurer and why you live in Korvosa and why you would work to save it from itself.
Calder was the result of an ill-fated rape outside Korvosa. A small group of travelers where ambushed by a vicious band of Orcs, slaying everyone but the women. Alas, Calder's mother could not live with the shame - and after Calder was born, she committed suicide.
The orcish child was placed in a basket outside an orphanage, only to be claimed by Gaedren Lamm.
After years of service for Gaedren, Calder grew up resenting most people. Everyone treated him either with disgust or cruelty, earning him many foul nicknames. Gaedren never gave him a surname, as he stated many times over: "Common filth have common names, pig."
Eventually, Calder found a holy symbol of Pharasma, and snuck away from his "chores" to attend services at her temple. Gaedren found out and nearly beat Calder to death with the very same symbol. For some odd reason, the adolescent half-orc survived - crawling his way to the temple. It would seem like Pharasma had blessed the boy - when one of the older (and perhaps kinder) priests found him - and gave him sanctuary within.
3. A Character Goal you would like to see woven into the 'story'
At his core, Calder only wants to be respected. He has led a harsh life, where only the priests he grew up with ever treated him well. His orcish blood demands respect - but his human blood boils stronger, and as such; he believes that he must earn it some way.
Calder yearns for lands to his name.
4. A writing sample. please keep this to less then three paragraphs. The sample should take into account the opening paragraph found below.
More people than one would expect today. A young Half-Orc sits nimble over a chair, working on his crossbow bolts as he usually did. He could not afford to rent his own shop just yet, but perhaps in time - he would be able to get something more noteworthy than the weathered stand he was using.
"Quiver of bolts, please - and make sure you get the feathers properly fastened this time, brute! The last batch you sold me where almost useless, cost me a boar!"
The bolts hadn't cost the nobleman his boar, it was the faulty craftsmanship of his crossbow and the lack of skill in using one that had. But, Calder knew he could not lose one of the few customers he had. At times, he wondered if the only reason these noblemen came to him for their bolts where to treat him badly and blow off some steam. He did not mind to much anymore, Pharasma had a purpose for him - and for now, he needed coin to get his hands around Gaedren's throat.
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Alias of Cutler. Hoping to play a rather human Half-Orc, resenting his orcish blood more than embracing it.