Cleric of Many Colors

[Ignatious]

Full name: Ignatious LaKross
Age: 32
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Date of birth: Nightal 2 1328
Place of birth: "The Sword Coast North" (See below)
Alignment: LE
Patron deity: Myrkul
Profession: Alchemist
Classes: Cleric
Primary language: Common

Secondary languages:
Celestial, learned through his studies orphaned to the Temple of Tyr within Neverwinter (See Ancestry below).

Physical description:
Ignatious is tall for a human, dark haired and pale-skinned. His eyes are a pale grey and he retains an odd look of health despite pale skin. Among his height Ignatious holds a fair broadness, yet not a girth one would expect from the Reghedmen tribes of Icewind Dale. His choice of dress is occasionally heavy yet always spiritual, donning metal armor and flashy capes when parading about in public or adventuring, and clerical robes when laying low and limiting social interaction.

Psychological Description/Religious Views:
To biograph the psychological perspective of this man without intertwining his piety would result in a complete mockery of his life. Ignatious spends his days studying and vomiting the heresy he retains of The Triad and their ally Lathander. Whether he carries the symbol of Tyr, Torm, Illmater, or Lathander, Ignatious presents himself as what he believes the local populace would prefer. His knowledge of Tyr is immaculate and he will default to this whenever he is unsure, even favoring the Warhammer in his both elaborate roleplay and his early life's history. Though lawful evil at heart, Ignatious will commit "good" deeds in the name of these gods for one reason, glory, and a glory in which he will use for his own agenda. He is patient, and the whispering within his skull is ever present, reminding him that patience is the key to his success. He may spend years aiding, protecting, and even questing for Tyr and the allies of the god of justice, proving to all within his path that he is as pious for the forces of good as the hammers of the law that are Helm's paladins. This is a lie.

Underneath the scales and hammer that cover the blood-stained soul that is Ignatious' piety lies an adorned triangle bearing a white human skull, and the whispering unconscious of a madman that believes ever faithfully that he is following the words of his lord Myrkul. Ignatious has but one goal. His deeds, his blessings, his teachings and goodwill, the glory he gives unto the communities around him and the churches of his lord's enemies, they are a half-truth, a complicated fallacy in which to spread twisted lies to the masses and confuse their religions with his. Though he may be old and unprepared to battle the paladins that are sure to come at his peak moments, he will eventually perform a mass ritual using the prayers and incantations taught to all that would listen, all that would learn his teachings, in mass sacrifice to resurrect Myrkul to challenge Cyric for his rightful domain.

Ancestry:
His true ancestry is unknown to him, nor his true place of birth. As far back as Ignatious could remember, he was raised from an orphan within the Temple of Tyr in Neverwinter. As an older boy he apprenticed the alchemist among the monks, and trained as a friar himself, learning all he could about Tyr within the capital of his worship. The clergy knew of the whisperings Ignatious claimed to have, although not once did he ever utter the name "Myrkul", and the priests and clerics were faithful that Tyr would cure Ignatious of this madness and be born anew to serve Tyr's justice. They were wrong, yet led to believe otherwise. Though he will likely never learn the truth of his ancestors, with an equally rare chance he ever meets another of his kind, Ignatious was born into Faerun as a miracle child among the Netherese people. How he ended in Neverwinter is a mystery to all, with not a soul in the mortal plane to explain such an instance (while none even knew of the truth to explain it to begin with).

Family:
Ignatious knows none of his blood kin, if any remain alive within the mortal plane. To him, the clerics and monks of the Temple of Tyr within Neverwinter are oddly both his family and his secret enemies.

History and Ambitions:
The clerics of Neverwinter through a ceremony to remember, even putting Ignatious through the Academy of Neverwinter to train where so many heroes before him have. He was trained both in youth and in the academy as a priest and cleric of Tyr, and yet he knew always that the divine powers he presented came from another. Ignatious was convinced this was Myrkul, hearing the name in whispers within his mind and in vivid dreams of the lord of bones. He would dream of the reaper, screaming asleep through nightmares as a child which slowly turned into visions of interest that appeared to others as his madness fading and Tyr blessing him with sanity. After graduating he left Neverwinter to "spread the word of Tyr to those away from the lord of justice's capital of worship". The small towns and farming communities south of Neverwinter greeted him with open arms, the scales and hammer of justice branded among his deep blue cape. He boarded with many of them, spreading teachings of "Tyr" and performing bizarre burial rituals among peasant funerals where none knew better. He would return later to experiment with the bones, practicing necromancy and praising the name of his lord Myrkul and carrying onward South. The journey was long and fruitful as his knowledge grew and he learned all the things the academy refused to teach him about the side of negative energy in divine power. His dreams would soon become more vivid, showing his master tortured within an abyss and demanding to be freed. He knew then what he would need to do, and vowed to spread his lies and hidden hatred throughout the cities of the world, spending time in Leilon, Waterdeep, Daggerford, and now between the Moonshae Isles and the land of Cormyr he begins to build his nest within the realm of Baldur's Gate.

Potential Heirloom Item:
The Sand Skull: An Orc skull thinned and made translucent through alchemical methods. The skull itself is warped through arcane means, thinned in width and stretched in height, holding within its magically construed, gaping maw an hourglass melted and shaped from the sands of Anauroch (Netherese Heirloom).
The Black Band: A bracer made of black gems that hold together as nigh-inseparable magnets. The bracer itself is made of Jet, Diopside, Onyx, Sapphire, and Obsidian, all formed in the blackest of black. The band itself is irremovable, with the gems moving around occasionally as if repositioning to a more comfortable position. Attempting to remove a gem is a waste of energy, as the kinetic energy put forth to remove one gem, will in turn be used by its brethren to return it in greater number.
The Blood Vial: A large vial made of a carved ruby. The vial is mastercrafted with ornate detailing which creates trim in windows of various written languages from elven to abyssal. It is rumored the blood vial is a mysterious phylactery of unknown origin that has been created through the blood of countless mages reborn as lich(es).

Potential Plot Hooks:
1. Maybe it is not Myrkul that Ignatious hears, but another powerful being, or possibly even Tyr or an ally of his playing their cards ahead of time to put Ignatious in a position to not initiate, but stop the resurrection of Myrkul.
2. Maybe the essence of Myrkul leads the hordes that torture Ignatious' reality-distant netherese kin within the plane of shadow.
3. Maybe it is another god playing as Myrkul that wants Cyric's power, or even Cyric himself attempting to manipulate those left within the realm still willing to worship the slain lord of bones in an attempt to gain further power.
4. Maybe Ignatious is correct, and Myrkul wants him to journey to the ends of the earth to perform a ritual that spans the continent in order to reincarnate the lord of bones into the material plane.