Deception and Death
Height 6’, Weight 170 Lbs, Hair: Brown, Eyes: Blue, Age 22
AC 13, Touch 11, Flat-footed 12
Fort +3 Ref +2 Will +7
BaB +2 CMB +0 CMD 11
Languages: Common, Elven, Orcish, Giant, Draconic
Traits Blessed Touch , Undead Slayer
Turn Undead , Extra Channel , Fast Learner
0th Level: DC 14, 4/day
1st Level: DC 15, 3+1/day
2nd Level: DC 16. 2+1/day
I am a merciful healer devoted to spreading the gospel of the Lady of Death, Pharasma. Undead are an abomination, an affront to the natural order of life and death; they must be ended. Even my defeated opponents are allowed to benefit from my healing, only those with absolute evil in their hearts deserve death.
I am the second youngest son of Ryll and Diane Tanner, my father was killed while I was very young when he was called up to defend our village from an undead incursion. My mother, the local midwife, herself a priestess of Pharasma never remarried. I hail from the Village of Rockingham My eldest Brother, Tor, is a warrior in service to the Empire, Diane and Ryll’s next eldest son, Lorill, was sent to study with the mages at the Circle College of the Arcane Arts, his gifts for The Art were discovered in his teen years, I haven’t seen him since. My twin sister, Diana, born mere moments before me has become a Witch and studies with our mother to replace her as the local midwife someday, our youngest sibling, Trill, still in his teen years has shown no aptitude towards any avocation as yet. I hope mother finds someone to apprentice him to before he gets too much older.
As a small child, I was once locked in a basement during a tornado, and all the crawling spiders fled from their hiding places in the shadows and terrified me into a corner as I was too small to steal my way out of my accidental prison. I was found there the next day, by Tor, who slayed all the creepy-crawlies with his mighty boots, our house collapsed during the storm and I was feared dead, but Lady Death had other plans for me.
During my 12th summer, the dead again walked the earth and all were called upon to defend our village, I was put in charge of the youngest children and instructed to keep them safe, in the town hall. The undead were able to crush the defenders on one flank of the battle and made a beeline for the terrified children inside the town hall, the small ones began to cry as it was obvious we would walk amongst the dead soon, no adult was close enough to intercede on our behalf. Fingering my precious Pharasman holy symbol, which once belonged to my father, I began to pray, a strange feeling fell upon me as I dropped the dagger I held and energy flowed through my veins as the undead at once saw me and fled before the power of Lady Death. no undead would bother the children of the village that night. My mother saw what I had done and the next day I was sent to the nearest Pharasman Cathedral to begin my studies as a Priest.
While on breaks from seminary I would return home to learn more of the healing art from my mother and sister. As my 15th summer approached, I threw myself wholeheartedly into healing the injured and sick, saving people from entering the Boneyard (afterlife) before their time. I am a journeyman Priest, taking the Gospels of Pharasma to all who would listen and keeping my companions alive so that we may complete great works in Her name.