Last Name: Peyton
Appearance: He wears a large mustache that curls out on the ends. His head is cleanly shaven and is complexion is dusky, showing some southern blood in his lineage. His clothes are well kept, but road worn. Two hammers hang from his belt and an old wooden shield strapped across his back.
Weight: 190 lbs
Facial Hair Style: Large mustache that is curled up at the ends.
Personality Profile: Solomon is friendly, helpful and generous to a point. He is not one to risk his life for someone he doesn't know, yet if you are his friend he will cross the planes to rescue you.
General Health: Well enough
Initial Alignment: CG
Base Class & Proposed Development: Cleric/Hierophant/???
Habits/Hobbies: Shooting dice, playing cards and drinking. He likes to fish too.
Languages: Common, elven, Chondathan, Celestial
Weapon of Choice: Mace
Background: Most of Solomon's childhood is left to mystery, unless you can pry it from him. If asked he'll tell a tale of the road and adventure, of a run-a-way and his wits, and far off customs. Most of his years were spent along caravan routes spreading the word of Lady Luck. He has been from Calimshan to Silverymoon and many cities and towns in between. Never settling in his youth, he has met many a merchant, and seen more of Faerun than most of his background.
If you ask him of his faith he will tell you he has loved his Lady of Good Fortune since the day he drew breath. That he was spawned from the union of a gambling house and good luck, and was birthed from the back alley door with the help of a few bouncers. In truth his parents were farmers of no fame or recognition. Solomon left home at an early age and never looked back.
Goals: To own a gambling house of his very own. To spread the word of Tymora. To bring good luck to the Coast.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Local thieves guilds could move in to stop his gambling or demand a piece of the pie. Any number of folks that have lost sums of gold to Solomon could come looking for him.