Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

First Name: Jariston
Last Name: Snyden

Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: 37
Height5'8"
Weight:170lbs
Eyes:One blue eye
Hair: White with a ponytail
Facial Hair Style: Full white bead

Personality Profile:
General Health: Healthy and fit
Deity: Myrkul
Initial Alignment:Neutral Evil
Profession: Servant of Myrkul
Base Class & Proposed Development: Fighter 20....Blackguard 10
Habits/Hobbies: Quick to temper and destroying the weak
Languages: Common
Weapon of Choice: Longsword and Tower Shield

Background: Defender of the weak for the majority of his life he was corrupted by darkness. After witnessing many years of destruction of people who were either to afraid or to simple minded to defend themselves he determined the weak serve only one purpose, to be destroyed.

"They are a plague and only deserve one fate....death. And what better hand to send them there but mine? I will server Myrkul until my final days and stand beside him in the Kingdom of darkness distributing punishment upon those who taint this world."- Jariston Snyden


Forgive me for my failure my lord but I have again fallen.
I humbly await the punishment the great god of death and suffering has for me.
I shall return to the realm of the living and wreak havoc among those who do not strive for strength. I shall crush them like the bugs they are. If they are to be victims they will be mine and when they see me the fear they feel will be the last feeling of a living being they ever experience.
They will fear my name and fear your suffering for they know that my sword will be the intstrument of their meeting with the great Lord of Death.
The pain they recieve from me will be nothing compared to the pain of eternal suffering in the city of the dead.
I shall return now.

Jariston ponders his life and what has brought him on his journey. "Life has taken so much. What more do I have to give?"

Jariston falls to his knees and leans his face towards the ground

"There is no room on this earth for the weak. They deserve only death. I will never be weak again. With Myrkul as my ally and my killings as offerings my strength will grow."

Jariston see's a Kobold mother and child, and slowly approaches them. He silently draws his sword and creeps closer. The lizard mother plays with her child tossing it in the air and smiling only a way a Kobold can.

jariston leaps from the bushes and slices the mother across the throat sending her scaly head flying. The Kobold child crashes to the ground and lets out a sheik echoing across the area.

The child stares up at Jariston with fear filling its eyes and heart.

Jariston stares back "You will soon meet my lord, and he will show you the true meaning of life and death." Jariston grins and swing his blade skewering the child in half.

"My offering lord. Grants me your strength and perseverance on my journey."

Jariston moves back into the shaded forest from the view of any traveling adventurers.