Baelather Konian

[Coreska]

First Name: Baelather
Last Name: Konian

Appearance:
Race: Wood Elf
Age: 119 years.
Height 5'11"
Weight: 160lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black (Held in a tie, but in reality very long.)
Facial Hair Style: None, for he is an Elf.

Personality Profile:
General Health: In above-average shape for an Elf of his age, and currently not diseased in any way.
Deity: Corellon Larethian
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Good
Profession: Battle Cleric of Corellon Larethian, Future (Hopefully) Knight.
Base Class & Proposed Development: Cleric & Anointed Knight
Habits/Hobbies:
• Sitting around the Campfire near the Friendly Arm Inn when he isn't out adventuring, happy to lend a hand to adventurers who've friends have fallen. (Within reason and alignment, of course.)
• Taking particularly good care of his cloak, but not from simple things like rain - but rather scary things like being ripped or lit on fire.
• Being a somewhat cocky young man, but all the same wise when needed.
• Pretending to listen to people talk, without actually doing it.
• Enjoying nature.
• Using the fact he is in his armor as an excuse for not doing mundane things he'd rather not do.
Languages: Elven, Common, Celestial
Weapon of Choice: Elven Longsword. (And a longbow occasionally, for no Cleric of Corellon Larethian could possibly ignore their need for a longbow!)

Background:

Baelather is a young bright eyed Wood Elf hailing from High Forest. Who is, being a Cleric - somewhat of an oddball in his specific sub-race of Elf. Nonetheless he was a jolly fellow, though given the right situation he was very quick to anger. Choosing to become a Cleric was seen as a choice strange to his family, and friends - but even with their wariness they came to accept it.

Having had trained just enough to become a Cleric, Baelather had decided he should go off on an adventure - being sure that there were more people to help than just those in High Forest. There was something pushing him to go, to be more than he could at home. So he followed it south. Whether by force of gut or divine intervention Baelather was soon to reach the area of Baldur's Gate.

After surveying this area of the Sword Coast. It was decided that he would find a place to call home around this strange new land. If only for long enough to really help the (good) people who inhabit the area. This wasn't truthfully all a selfless endeavor - as he knew putting Evil to his blade would make good practice.
Goals:
• Progress as a Cleric
• Integrate himself within the society of the Sword Coast - specifically the Doron Amar.
• Having Baelather mature more into an adult, than a somewhat wise-assed teenager.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
• Elven Society
• Leading the monthly Lateu'quor (Time permitting)
• Wishes to learn Swordsmanship from someone far beyond him in skill. (Preferably another Divine Caster, be them Cleric, Favoured, or Paladin.)

[DM RabidBadger]

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