Creed Valentine

[Alcreed]

First Name:Creed
Last Name:Valentine

Appearance:Creed is a perfect example of "Whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger." He is anything but pretty when it comes to looks. From neck to toe are fatal looking scars running over his hardened, sinewy muscles. A cross scar adorns his face, running down his right eye vertically, closing that eye permanently, and now is covered by an eye-patch. The other scar runs horizontally across his right cheek and a little past his nose. He also has a vicious scar running horizontally across his neck. His skin is tanned from years out in the sun, making his bright blue eye stand out even more. Stubble can be seen as it grows from his lower face down his neck. His hair, a stark black, is messy and long, as if he cut it himself without much care. He wears a dirty brown cloak with many tears and old blood stains. Protruding from the back of his broad shoulders are two worn hilts, one on each shoulder, no doubt blades. His armor looks like bits and pieces from the enemies armor he has killed. He seems to have a broad, vicious smile, almost as if he did not have a care in the world. Though looking at him, you would think him slow on his feet, yet he seems to walk smoothly and effortlessly, as an Elf would. He smells of heavy musk, sweat, dirt, and dried out blood.
Race:Human
Age:23 years old. Though Creed lost count.
Height5'10"
Weight:207 lbs
Eyes:Bright blue
Hair:Black
Facial Hair Style:Stubble

Personality Profile:Creed is wild, ambitious, and loud about it. He lives for the good fight. Always looking to test his twin blades, he is always eager to fight-- be it paladins or demons, he cares not. As long as he can let the crimson flow.
General Health:He glows with strength and health.
Deity:Tempus
Initial Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Profession:Mercenary, adventurer.
Base Class & Proposed Development:Fighter 15, Tempest 5, Weapons Master 10
Habits/Hobbies:Training in combat, drinking, eating, and of course killing. He tends to whisper to his god Tempus before battle, or anything for that matter.
Languages:Common, Orc
Weapon of Choice:Twin short swords. Creed likes to see his enemies' faces close.

Background:Creed grew up north of Baldurs Gate in a small fishing village. All the other children picked on him because he was the runt, and a weak one at that. He was feeble-- nothing but skin and bones. Even his parents were embarrassed by him. Not only that, but he had no talent at all. He was bad at fishing, sailing, and farming. The only thing he was both good at and interested in was reading. His parents thought that perhaps he had magic in his veins, that he could be a Wizard. They had a Wizard try to teach Creed spells, but after ten days the Wizard threw his hands up and left, saying that the boy had no talent whatsoever.

As he reached his teens he got in a fight outside of town with the village bully. The bully happened to have a knife on him and slit Creed's throat, leaving him to die. Creed thought his life was over. When he awoke, he found himself at a campsite, the wound on his neck was healed, yet left an ugly scar. He vowed that day that he would no longer be weak, that he would become strong. And not just strong, the strongest. He never did find out who helped him, nor does he care. He fights and trains with pure determination alone. He had no talent, yet forced himself through his will alone to become what he is now, gaining every scar, every one, a reminder of how to become stronger.

He forced himself through the harshest winters in the north, and the hottest days in the south. All for training his body, he claims. On his travels he ran into a band of Orcs and slew a handful of them, screaming, "Come! This is all you have!? My blades thirst for blood!" The Orcs, so shocked by this Human's display of ferocity, bowed to him. They respected his battle prowess and booming voice. They took him into their caves that winter. He learned their language and their ways. After the winter was over he left. His travels have taken him far, but now he has reached Baldurs Gate. What trials are there for him? We shall see.
Goals:To become the strongest and fastest fighter in the realms.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:Creed is always willing to fight and test his skills. He does not care if he gets paid, as long as there is a battle to be had.

Creed also searches for blades that drink the life blood of there enemies and feeds it to the wielder. For then he could never grow tired, and perhaps gain more notice, and thus draw more able warriors to duel. As well as train as long as it pleases him.

[DM RabidBadger]

*bump. Waiting to see them in game to reward.