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Age: apparently 16
Height: 6'-6"
Weight: 290 lbs
Hair: shaved head, thick jet black lashes,
Eyes: deep purple
Uriel Tiberius is an enormous half-orc who, despite his heritage, is always immaculately groomed and attired. He stands at six and a half feet tall and weighs nearly three hundred pounds in nothing but his small clothes. He has excellent posture and his power is evident when he moves despite at times moving almost like a gangly youth (who happens to weigh a lot). Although he looks very young in appearance there seems to be something more in his deep purple eyes

Uriel wears an enormous suit of armor covered by an oversized deep green shirt and a variety of equipment arrayed in an orderly manner: bandolier, light crossbow, mace, rope, etc., with a backpack perfectly arranged on his back so as to not be unbalanced, and his dark green leather breeches tucked into his boots.

However, Uriel is most fierce when he forms his mind blade, an enormous slender blade apparently made of crimson energy.

Uriel Tiberius is an enigma trying to discover himself. He can remember nothing of his life prior to a few short weeks ago when he found himself in Hajoth Hakados, a settlement he learned to be a Numerian bordertown where crusaders passed through on their way to Mendev and the World Wound. However, although he did not have memories of his own life prior to finding himself there, he had memories of many other lives.
Uriel remembered as a human watching first-hand the Isle of Kortos being from the bottom of the Inner Sea. He remembered seeing the monuments of Thassilon being built and he remembered running across the northern plains as a great fire came from the sky. And then, even memories of being among the stars. From those memories he chose a name for himself, Uriel Tiberius.

But, those human memories were vague and fleeting. More strongly, he remembered running wild across the plains as a full orc, not a half-breed and his blood chilled as he thought of the murdering he would do along with worse things still. There were also memories of being a half-breed mixed in with these.

But, most strongly were the memories he held that he knew to be much more recent in time. Memories of fighting the demons. Visions of being evacuated as a child from the great war against the demons while his parents fought to ensure his escape. He vaguely knew that what was being done there made his memories of committing atrocities as an orc pale in comparison. When he saw the crusaders in Hajoth Hakados, he knew he must question them. They were followers of Iomedae and quickly set about questioning him regarding his armor and trying to convince him to accompany them to Kenabres. They said warriors like him were always needed there. Uriel did not have much desire to encounter demons, but the opportunity to follow a trail of the memories he held in his head was too great to pass and he joined them.

As he traveled with them, he began to consciously focus and draw more from those memories. This was difficult as he would often lose himself in a train of thought and begin speaking as if he was one of these ancient people he had in his head. He began thinking of himself as a crusader in order to focus the memories and decided that whoever or whatever he happened to be was less important than stopping the darkness at work in the World Wound.

The reality of Uriel's origins...
Unbeknownst to him, Uriel was not born but was rather grown in a vat of genetic material in a great metal mountain in Numeria. In a mad scheme that had propagated itself repeatedly for thousands of years, the device had sent collectors to gather genetic material to mix with its own store. However, this time something different had happened. Somewhere in that supply of collected material was something more, perhaps a tiny fragment of a seed of divine power embedded in genetic material or a remnant of the will of a mighty psion. This fragment of genetic material resisted the device's attempts to install a fabricated personality. It collected and pulled the memories from the surrounding genetic material to form its own personality and override the one constructed for it. When ready, it fled the genetic factory. And thus, Uriel Tiberius found himself in Hajoth Hakados.

Note: At this point Uriel does not even know he s capable of making a mndblade although it will instinctively come to him

1. I plan for Uriel to remain soulknife the entire way and to pick the champion path although marshall is not out of the question if no one else takes it and we need one. If it is decided he needs to change to a different class, that can be done, most likely Ranger or Fighter.
2. Take heavy armor proficiency and stack his AC that way as Uriel has no dex mod.
3. As soulknife possibly take psionic weapon and then aligned weapon feats.
4. Take "blade skills" with a progression something like... 2 two hand throw, 4 powerful strike, 6 furious charge, 8 Absorbing blade, etc.
5. Choose path abilities like Clean Blade, Crusader, Punishing Blow, Divine Source (universal), perhaps Legendary Item (for armor), Penetrating Damage, Titan's Rage (maybe).
As a player, I am fond of the idea of a half-orc climbing the ascension ladder with a following of other half-orcs... Divine Source and Crusader actually allows for that.

Note: Any soulknife choice along the way can easily be traded for others if you, DM DragonSon do not approve.

Uriel put on his most friendly smile and waved to the young priestess at the booth. She appeared a bit worried for a moment but he quickly overcame the worry by speaking.

Good day, mam. he started figuring the young girl may be confused by someone she assumed would be trying to get in her trousers addressing her as he would a spinster. He was correct and capitalized upon the confusion. I see that you are a priestess of the butterfly lady. Would you by chance have her written word that I may see?

Suddenly happy that he was looking to learn more of her goddess and not split her like a peach, she quickly pulled out one of several copies Desnan texts she had, the cheap copy. A short while later and Uriel was walking away with the the third text he had managed to obtain, ones from Sarenrae and Iomedae as well as Desna. He was still struggling to find himself and was searching the texts for answers.

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The crusader in front of Uriel spoke up in a stern voice, You, tusk face, speak up. Who are you and what are your plans here in Kenabres. Your kind traffics too much with the demon mother

Inwardly, Uriel winced as he began to speak without thinking. I am Uriel Tiberius or, if you prefer, Uri, he stated with a warm laugh. He often so responded and it was sometimes difficult to know what memories would be speaking for him and sometimes difficult to later remember what they had said. I was once told that I should not try to live in my forefathers' footsteps but rather choose the best my forefathers had to offer and use it as a building block to make something new, better, and lasting. As Uriel remembered it, he was not told this but gave it as part of a speech to a collection of scholars and bureaucrats and politicians. He continued, My bloodline is filled with that of great scholars and great warriors throughout. Uriel could see the skeptical faces of those listening but was powerless to stop speaking. My line is filled with both heroes and villains, but I choose how to fulfill my destiny. In another time or place, I might use those gifts of brawn and intellect from my forefathers to build a nation or a school but I am faced with a different problem. Now, Uriel felt he was speaking for himself. If this threat of demons we are faced with is not defeated there may be nothing left to build upon or to fight for. I choose to do what I can and to help others both see what needs to be done and do so.

He quickly quieted, not being sure if he had spoken inappropriately and fearing that a few minutes later he would forget what he had said.

With that, he began looking for faces in the crowd that may be friendly. Uriel looked first for more half-orcs as he felt he may more easily slide in among such. Barring that, he figured he might try to look for some warriors of Iomedae. He checked his mace and hoped he would not need to use it. Something itched in the back of his head, as if he should be reaching for something other than the mace but he could not figure out what, unable to realize he had capabilities he did not know.
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