I would like to apply with Reg Littlefeet, who sadly couldn't get into another game of Kingmaker. He's a halfling virtuous bravo paladin of Iomedae, and his background and such can be found on his profile.
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Well, thank you for the opportunity. Have a good game!
Applying with Reginald "Reg" Littlefeet, the halfling Virtuous Bravo who spreads Iomedae's Faith with a rapier and a smile. He was previously used in a Kingmaker application, but I edited him to fit your character creation guidelines. If there's anything wrong, tell me.
Applying with Reginald "Reg" Littlefeet, the little halfling who could. Background:
“Greetings, fellow adventurer! The name given to me by milord is Reginald Littlefeet, but I ask that you call me Reg. I am humbled to be at your presence; I have never for a moment expected to be sent out from the Surtovan estate, to cleanse the wilderness and bring the word of Iomedae to those who need it.” The halfling brushes his hair behind his ear and grins, revealing a set of clean white teeth. “So what information about myself can I impart you? I was born in the slums of Port Ice to two poor - if loving - halfling refugees. For me they chose the name Reg; a surname I did not have, for it is a luxury us nomadic halflings cannot afford. Shortly thereafter I was given to the custody of a local Mendevian Crusader lodge, where I have first encountered the faith of Iomedae.” As he says this, Reg’s blue eyes shine and he pats his waist, where a polished rapier hangs loosely from a golden belt. He then sends his hand to his neck, where a chain holds an iron sword-shaped token - a holy symbol of the Inheritor. “They have raised me well. I was given food and water, a place to sleep and - most importantly - lessons in swordplay and religion. I was informed of the terrors that lurk to the north, in the Worldwound, and in the untamed east. Be they devils or bandits, I was instructed to give them proper justice with Iomedae’s blessed blade. Well, you see, there was a problem with that. I was a halfling child, and no captain in his right mind would send me to fight at the frontier. So I was given a better fitting mission - preach the truths of Iomedae to the citizens of Port Ice.” This time, the short paladin sends his hand to his backpack and recovers a small book marked with the same holy symbol, bearing a simple title in golden letters: “The Acts of Iomedae”. He nods to himself as he flips through the text, stopping once in a while to read a particularly strong and inspiring line. “And so I did. Out on the streets, in freezing wind and drenching rain, I spoke to the people. These weren’t a fine folk such as you are, who listened with interest and awe to the Acts of the Inheritor. No, they were pirates and brigands and simple folk who couldn’t bother themselves with honour and justice. But I continued spreading the word of Iomedae until one day, I encountered milord Domani Surtova, who enjoyed listening to me speak. Oh yes, Lord Domani is a kind and generous man. He took me to his estate, to impart my studies and charm to his courtiers.” Reg straightens the cloth apron covering his chain shirt, displaying the Surtovan crest - a grey ship on a blue sea and a starry night’s sky. He then flips his holy symbol, revealing four words carved on the back of the sword - “Ours is the Right”. “Of course life in the court was enjoyable. I have met many fascinating fellows, some perhaps too mean for my liking and others as zealous as I am yet for the wrong deities. Once, though, milord hosted a band of crusading Inheritor Knights, who were returning from Lastwall with tales of marauding devils and acts of heroism. I was inspired to resume practising my swordplay, my moves and my words, and finally I have decided to heed your call, accept the charter and explore the greenbelt. Thank you, sir, and a pleasant good day; may the path you walk on be true and just.”
Physical Description:
Reg is a tan, slender halfling. He is 1.01 metres tall and weighs 17 kilogrammes. His wavy dark blonde hair is roughly neck-length, and his bright blue eyes stand out like gleaming marbles in his face. Reg's favourite clothes are the following:
Reg’s right arm bears a scar he earned while fighting a rabid dog on the streets of Port Ice. He tries to hide it from his comrades, to prevent them from hearing this disgraceful tale. Unlike his small stature would suggest, Reg’s voice is deep and clear. He enjoys surprising people who expect his voice to be squeaky by enhancing his speech with deliberately sophisticated language.
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