Background: Acolyte
Personality Traits: Nothing can shake my optimistic attitude.
I judge people by their actions, not their words.
Ideal: Destiny: Nothing and no one can steer me away from my higher calling.
Bond: I owe my life to the priest who took me in when my parents died.
Flaw: I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.
Shelter of the Faithful: Can perform the religious ceremonies of your deity. Can expect to receive free healing (one spell per day) and care at established presence of your faith, though must provide any material components needed for spells. Those who share your religion will support you (but only you) at a modest lifestyle.
Ties to temple of Kelemvor in Phlan. Can call upon the priests for assistance, provided the assistance is not hazardous and you are in good standing with your temple.
Faction: Order of the Gauntlet; Chevall (rank 1)
The memory still haunts him today. The family was on the road again, they were gypsies, hadn't much, but at least a wagon, and themselves. Life was hard sometimes, but they made a living. Not in the best way, forging official documents to get money, breaking into homes, but they never hurt anyone. Although he had learned the trade, Rasým never felt 100% comfortable. So, there they were, on the road to Phlan. And then, the only thing he remembered was the ambush. Thugs jumping on them, the bolt still sticking in his father's belly. He threw himself of the wagon, and just ran, ran into the forest, until the screams stopped, and deadly silence fell. Late in the night he crept back, but he only found his parents, their throats cut, lying in the dirt. His little sister - vanished. Numb he stayed in the spot, until morning rose. A priest came along, on his journey to Phlan to help in the temple. He saw his needs, and took him in. There he found at least shelter, something like a family. He became a devoted follower of Kelemvor, and vowed to avenge his parents, and find his sister.
