Malast Dravv: For love and Peace
Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 2:35 pm
"It's all about hope and dreams and living well. Everyone has value, but I think people forget that one common truth. Life is hard, and it makes some people callous, dispassionate and cruel. I hope we can change that and remind people of their own strength and goodness. Bring about their passion for life, love, and happiness. The pursuit of that is my dream. My pledge. My vow."
First Name: Malast
Last Name: Dravv
Appearance:
Race: Tiefling
Age: 34
Height 6'2
Weight: 210
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Ginger
Facial Hair Style: Goatee and Mustache, Proper gentlemen attire.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Decent, some lung issues and maybe a broken liver
Deity: Sune
Initial Alignment: Good Aligned of Various Lawful and Chaotic
Profession: Attempted Heartwarder, Paladin, Holy warrior, Counselor
Habits/Hobbies: Hat collecting, Pressed flower collecting, Book reading.
Languages: Common, Infernal, Abyssal, Elven
Weapon of Choice: Scimitars
Background:
Malast wasnt always a sinless man. He grew up in Shadowdale, a land of old adventurers and even older stories. He was not a very good child, leaving home often to deftly take things of particular beauty to him. At first it was coins, then it grew into other things throughout his teenage years. Artwork, Fine clothing, fancy hats. He joined a thieves guild, a footpad. It made it easier to fence any unwanted goods and gave him a brotherhood to attend.
One fair night, on his weekly pillage of his favorite marks, he decided to take a look at the Sunite temple. He always knew about the faith, the women that adore its halls. He's always enjoyed the ideal of the place, but never gave it any real thought besides the normal ones a teenage boy would get. That night, he decided to himself, "Hey I know what would be fun. Sneakin a peak on the church innards, and seeing if they got something rightly should be mine."
Thus he broke into the place, to case it and take what he could. During his rummaging, a woman came across him. She was beautiful, ofcourse as most in these churchs are. She smiled at his nervous, caught in the act stance. She spoke kind words to him, telling him not to be afraid and that she will not call the guards. Infact, she started packing up some of the churchs coffers and putting them in his bags for him. Confused, bewildered, and generally nervous he asked her why would she do this. "It is not my place to judge why you steal, I can see it in the way you move, the way you are acting. You are not trying to do this out of malicious behavior, you just simply do it because of the fire it brings. You enjoy the rush, the passion of the moment. I can tell that you are not a cruel man, you carry no weapons nor threatened me when I discovered you. You are scared, you know what you do is wrong but you cant help but do it out of love for it. It is not my place to ruin what others love."
Amazed at her kindness, her words, and her actions, He returned the items to her out of sheer respect. It took him several weeks of thinking it over, but then he just started going to the church. Slowly at first, but soon it started encompassing his life. Everything was about Sune to him. He became devout. He stopped his street rat behavior, and moved into the church. He wore its vestments, attended the Rituals, helped in the festivals and enjoyed its charm. This behavior took years of him. He soon grew from a Teenager to a man.
With his spare time, he begin to frequent taverns. From there, over a few drinks with some old adventurers, he started getting a liking to the ideas of swordplay. He asked a few old timers to teach him a thing or two with a sword. Between his duties to the church he just spent time learning of the ways of the Abeir-Toril. Its grand adventures, great heroes and battles. He took a few more years learning the blade, slowly and little by little.
Thats when he started truely praying. His nights were filled with visions of heroic deeds, long travels, and great admiration. He wanted that. He wanted to know exactly how that felt. He had to have it. It started driving him. He defined him. He must fuel that fire in his heart. He prayed, and he prayed hard. He vowed every night to Sune, pledged his loyality to her in every way. He claimed he wanted to be something for her, in her name, and in return he wanted to be revered by the people, a Paladin of Love and Beauty, Passion and Peace. Once he felt the time was right, and he felt he was truely blessed, he set out on his adventure.
Along the way he has gained and lost friends, but nothing will dissuade him from the truth he claims to know. He will do as he must, and bring the Passion to peoples hearts across the world.
Goals:
To show everyone the passion they have inside their hearts for living.
To spread peace and love across the land
To council those in need of it, and let them express themselves with clear intentions.
To look important everywhere he hangs out
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Anything involving the church of Sune, troubled hearts, and dysfunctional emotions.
Helping people without resorting to violence.
Phobia of semi-large crowds of people containing Seven or more, causes heart stress and heavy breathing.
First Name: Malast
Last Name: Dravv
Appearance:
Race: Tiefling
Age: 34
Height 6'2
Weight: 210
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Ginger
Facial Hair Style: Goatee and Mustache, Proper gentlemen attire.
Personality Profile:
General Health: Decent, some lung issues and maybe a broken liver
Deity: Sune
Initial Alignment: Good Aligned of Various Lawful and Chaotic
Profession: Attempted Heartwarder, Paladin, Holy warrior, Counselor
Habits/Hobbies: Hat collecting, Pressed flower collecting, Book reading.
Languages: Common, Infernal, Abyssal, Elven
Weapon of Choice: Scimitars
Background:
Malast wasnt always a sinless man. He grew up in Shadowdale, a land of old adventurers and even older stories. He was not a very good child, leaving home often to deftly take things of particular beauty to him. At first it was coins, then it grew into other things throughout his teenage years. Artwork, Fine clothing, fancy hats. He joined a thieves guild, a footpad. It made it easier to fence any unwanted goods and gave him a brotherhood to attend.
One fair night, on his weekly pillage of his favorite marks, he decided to take a look at the Sunite temple. He always knew about the faith, the women that adore its halls. He's always enjoyed the ideal of the place, but never gave it any real thought besides the normal ones a teenage boy would get. That night, he decided to himself, "Hey I know what would be fun. Sneakin a peak on the church innards, and seeing if they got something rightly should be mine."
Thus he broke into the place, to case it and take what he could. During his rummaging, a woman came across him. She was beautiful, ofcourse as most in these churchs are. She smiled at his nervous, caught in the act stance. She spoke kind words to him, telling him not to be afraid and that she will not call the guards. Infact, she started packing up some of the churchs coffers and putting them in his bags for him. Confused, bewildered, and generally nervous he asked her why would she do this. "It is not my place to judge why you steal, I can see it in the way you move, the way you are acting. You are not trying to do this out of malicious behavior, you just simply do it because of the fire it brings. You enjoy the rush, the passion of the moment. I can tell that you are not a cruel man, you carry no weapons nor threatened me when I discovered you. You are scared, you know what you do is wrong but you cant help but do it out of love for it. It is not my place to ruin what others love."
Amazed at her kindness, her words, and her actions, He returned the items to her out of sheer respect. It took him several weeks of thinking it over, but then he just started going to the church. Slowly at first, but soon it started encompassing his life. Everything was about Sune to him. He became devout. He stopped his street rat behavior, and moved into the church. He wore its vestments, attended the Rituals, helped in the festivals and enjoyed its charm. This behavior took years of him. He soon grew from a Teenager to a man.
With his spare time, he begin to frequent taverns. From there, over a few drinks with some old adventurers, he started getting a liking to the ideas of swordplay. He asked a few old timers to teach him a thing or two with a sword. Between his duties to the church he just spent time learning of the ways of the Abeir-Toril. Its grand adventures, great heroes and battles. He took a few more years learning the blade, slowly and little by little.
Thats when he started truely praying. His nights were filled with visions of heroic deeds, long travels, and great admiration. He wanted that. He wanted to know exactly how that felt. He had to have it. It started driving him. He defined him. He must fuel that fire in his heart. He prayed, and he prayed hard. He vowed every night to Sune, pledged his loyality to her in every way. He claimed he wanted to be something for her, in her name, and in return he wanted to be revered by the people, a Paladin of Love and Beauty, Passion and Peace. Once he felt the time was right, and he felt he was truely blessed, he set out on his adventure.
Along the way he has gained and lost friends, but nothing will dissuade him from the truth he claims to know. He will do as he must, and bring the Passion to peoples hearts across the world.
Goals:
To show everyone the passion they have inside their hearts for living.
To spread peace and love across the land
To council those in need of it, and let them express themselves with clear intentions.
To look important everywhere he hangs out
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts:
Anything involving the church of Sune, troubled hearts, and dysfunctional emotions.
Helping people without resorting to violence.
Phobia of semi-large crowds of people containing Seven or more, causes heart stress and heavy breathing.