About Venator Legatti
Male Human Cleric 1 / Wizard 1 - CG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +1; Senses Perception +4,
Aura Aura of Chaos, Aura of Good,
"Well, it is kinda of a sad story, but I enjoy it every time, so I'll tell it once again. It all started when I was young, a well-born varisian living in the city of Korvosa." The man sitting in front of you has black hair and deep blue eyes, that rarely leave your gaze. He is wearing simple clothes with a kind of a leather coat over his chest only, sleeveless.
"I had a nice family, can't complain about that, at least." He looks to the sky, as if recalling it for the tale. "My mom was a Iomedae Paladin. She was a wonderfull person and tried to help everyone she could, using all the divine power she had for the task. I say it in the past tense but don't worry, she's still alive. It's just that they are both kinda retired now, but nevermind. The important is that she's the stereotype you expect from a paladin, everything a child wants to be when she grows up. My father, on the other hand, was a stubborn person with a wonderful hearth. A martial fighter, or so he used to say. I've never seen him into real combat, but his dented armor and the stories he told gave me a glimpse of what a bloody battle could be."
Venator looks deeply into your eyes, requiring your attention. "Can you get the picture? A child being raised by two warriors devoted to the cause of good? I remember being very young when they started battling for my favor. You see, she wanted me to be a mighty Paladin. He wanted me to get rid of the bonds of religion and become a fighter just like him. Both would teach me everything they knew, and everything I needed to do was ask. Powerful blows, swift dodges, parrying, blocking, defending, attacking, smiting, healing, and so on. It seemed nice, in the beggining."
He lowers his gaze and greets his teeth, before continuing. "Fate is a b!%*~, you know? Many people have said to me, 'oh you're so lucky' and 'I wish I had that opportunity', but what did they really knew? They would never know what it is like to be me. You may think I would like it, very very much, but it did not happened. The problem is the expectations, you see? They offered me everything they could, but that would cost me my fate, my freedom, my path. As long as I did what they wanted me to, I would never be free, would never walk my own path, or make my own luck. Luck favors the wild, have you heard that?"
He pauses, drinking some water. "In my life I've heard so many combat stories from both of them, mostly told over and over again, when they wanted to teach me something, that I grew tired of it. I had a full life of adventure without ever slaying a single ant. It starts to make sense now, doesn't it? Why would a 15 year old boy, with his parents being a fighter and a paladin, get away from the martial path? Everyone wondered, but I don't think anyone got close to the answer..."
Venator pronounces a word and light emanates from a rock he was holding.
He raises his hands in front of him, making a dramatic face:
He draws a large book from his backpack, and it becomes clear when he opens it that this is a Spellbook. "I've not quite get it yet, but Brodert is helping me with some details, and maybe I'll manage it. Desna blesses me, but I don't think that she would forbid me to follow the arcane way if I want. It's just not what she would do." After storing the book the tale continues. "Oh, I forgot something worth of mention. The road from Korvosa to Magnimar is marvelous, full of wonders, and there I saw how much the travelers love Desna, and how she protects them. I've never seen freedom so materialized as in her faith, and so I took it for myself, with guidance of some of her clerics, of course. And then Magnimar became known to me, and as the years passed I though it was time to move on. I've heard about Sandpoint and her 'Old Light', and thus decided to stop here next, but I won't stay for long. I'm just gathering the knowledge I can before moving. Talking with the people of the city helps somehow. But something is just amiss. Tell me, do you really think a lighthouse would be that big? And why? Sanpoint's shore is clean of natural hazards, there's just no point in making a Lighthouse here. There are some weird theories around, but I guess we will probably never know..."
He gets up and stretches his back, showing two scrolls, a light mace and a crossbow strapped at his belt. "And that's pretty much my life story. Now, what's yours?"
The Else: He is a Cleric of Desna, and the reasons are explained in his background. First rule about him is to be free, doing whatever you want, and following a arcane path sounds good at the moment, so next level he will probably go for Wizard 1 (eventually Cleric 3/Wizard 3/MT 10 - but that's just far far away).
Venator is a slender man, with black hair and blue eyes. He is not strong at all, and thus carry the minimum he need everywhere he goes. Usually wearing simple vestments, he walks and runs very fast, but can't keep it for a long time. Likes to study, to read and to confabulate with others. Has a light crossbow and a light mace, 'just in case, but is not very good with them.