Onick, Paragon of the North is a Human Paladin from the northern highlands. As a boy on the cusp of manhood his tribe thought him possessed by spirits and he was given over to a hermit sorcerer for healing. The hermit saw something within young Onick and taught him of Tormos, God of Truth and Light. It was clear to this hermit that the boy had a gift called The Sight. He could see evil in people's souls and call forth great strength when battling that evil. After many years of learning from the hermit Onick was called by Tormos to do his work in strange lands. The further he travels through the world the stronger his resolve becomes to bring light to the darkness.
Onick had been on the run for weeks evading those imbeciles he'd saved from the demons in human form. They knew nothing of the danger they'd avoided because of Onick's quick wits and quicker steel. "Murder", they called it. You don't murder a demon, you dispatch it before it can set it's evil loose upon the land.
It was times like these that Onick grew tired of the Sight. If only everyone could see the evil lurking in the world the way he could since that fateful day so many years ago they would not so easily dismiss his claims. One day Tarmos the Truthgiver would see fit to take their petty lives and show them how right Onick had been all this time.
But all that was in the past now. The all knowing Tarmos had guided him through treacherous mountains, swollen rivers and driving snow and finally to this incredible verdant valley. The beauty of this place was undeniable. It felt safe and warm. Onick decided it would be a good time for a rest and a peaceful meal. A spot over by that moss covered rock in the shade to rest his weary muscles would be just what he needed...
[OOC] Still working on my formatting and getting an alias completed but I should have it down in the next couple days.
