Name: Analan Liseeker
Race: Human
Age: 24
Class: Cleric (healing, buffs, anti-undead)
Description: An average man with a height of 5'10". He has short cropped brown hair, with hazel eyes. He is olive in skin tone, from a sunny seaside village to the south. His features are hard, with a prominent nose and an angled chin. His teeth are all in line and white, which is to be expected from a man with healing abilites. His hands are caulosed, very unlike a spellcaster. He wears a ratty white cloak over grey woolens or linens, with white leather boots, steel capped. He can wear long white leather gloves as well, which are muddy and ratty like his boots and his cloak.
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Personality: The iconic healer with a twist. He does all he can to protect his charges, even at the espense of his own health. He is still an asshole nonetheless. He adores to mess with people through jokes and lies. He is vicious with practical jokes too. Analan will go out of his way to use a cliche one-liner or stupid 'thats what she said' joke, beyond where it is appropriate or funny. His mouth tends to get him in trouble, but his good looks, dazziling smile, and devotion to the clerical arts keeps him safe. He is a powerful ally and support caster, as long as you can survive his awful puns ("Knock knock! Orange... orange ya glad I healed that gaping leg wound?! You better be...")
Equipment (Armor/Weapons/Tools/etc): A long wooden staff, capped with steel on the ends, and with many steel bands along its length. It is well worn, to reflect many hours of use. He wears a sunburst pendant, to represent his god Vi. He has a toolbelt of sorts, full of alchemical regeants for potions and spells. He also has a decent knife, for eating and fighting without his staff.
Powers/Abilities/Spells (Both Innate and Non-Innate): He is a natural holy magic user. He can heal with the best of High Priests and turn undead like an elite paladin. His other spells can oust enemies in hiding, or make a soldier twice his natural strength. He has limited offensive spells, but he is skilled with them and is extremely skilled with a staff. His Smite Undead attack is a thing worth watching. For when his magic fails, he is gifted in alchemical arts, creating salves and potions for things that his spells cannot handle.
Brief History: Analan grew up in a small village on the South Sea, called Grimbsy. It was full of happy little farmers doing happy little farmer things while never aspiring more than to get in next year's harvest. Analan was going to be another farmer until he had a vision.
In it a beautiful woman came to him in a field. He felt like it was the most perfect place ever. He was totally content in this endless place covered in flowers. The woman, who was glowing a brillant gold, told him her name was Vi. She was a goddess, who wanted to talk to Analan. She sat down with the child and talked to him for hours. It started about his life, his family, and other mundane things, but then he asked what she was. She said she was a protector of the weak. A creator of justice for those who cannot make it themselves. Vi said her followers though that she represented a beacon of light in the hell that was the modern world. She seemed rather embarassed about all the praise though. She continued to talk about a 'divine mission' for Analan. She would not tell him what, but only that it was important.
The next day the local pastor noticed somehting odd about Analan. He seem closer to the holy arts, literally overnight. He was sent off to the main church in the nearby city of Juilon. Skip forwards many years, and Analan was a rising star to the priests and other clerics. He was picked by the High Priest himself for this mission.