Artix Vorago

Name: Artix Amsel, Raven of Mercy, Thief of Doors.
Race: Human
Religion: Lilliah
Age: 19
Appearance: 6'3 1/2" Pale ghostly skin, Gold Hair cut very short, Silver eyes, and a strange gold-white aura that constantly sparks from him. His body is quite toned from years of training at his monastery of crusaders in combat. However he never has known a frown and even without his aura his face uplifts those around him with his determination.

Weapons: A holy-flail.
Armor: Chainmail with cloth with the symbol of his Church and order, the Order of Corbeau and a round shield.
Misc. Equipment: Basic Survival Supplies given to him by order, Satchel, Rope, and Holy Symbol used for daily prayer.
Riches: 0

Notable Skills: HorseRiding I, Flail and Shield Combat II, Holy Knowledge III, Divine Magic II, Diplomacy II, Knowledge Government II, Leadership II

Negatives: -II Trading, -III Knowledge crime/local, -II Survival, -I Cooking

Magical Specialty: Divine
Spell Components: Prayer
Spells:

 Aura of Corbeau: An aura that constantly emanates light from Artix's body. This light illuminates the area around him. It can calm people in a panic and rally those with good in their heart.
However, if someone nearby harbors evil, and has a weak will, they will grow fearful and even question their own morality. Those with a strong will are only slightly weakened. Undead with an aversion to light and holy energy will flee from this aura.
As Artix weakens however, so does this aura.

Holy Smite: A spell that channels holy energy into either a bolt that can be thrown towards the enemy or channeled into his weapon or body to empower a melee attack.

Deliverance of Thine Maiden's Blessing: Artix's holy aura expands and prayer lifts the spirit of a person, restoring their vigor and stamina. Evildoers are weakened by this spell.

Restore to Those That Believe: Artix's touch heals someone of injury. The more severe the injury however, the more it drains Artix.

Cleansing Ritual: Artix's aura becomes more focused, and is channeled through touch. This touch purges evil and burns evildoers from the inside out. If someone is completely purged, they can have a change of heart itself.


Backstory:
Artix grew up on a farming town in a country of plains, living and working toward his dream of running his father's farm once he grew older. It was a simple life, though in the year Artix turned 7, the crops began to wilt early in the seasons, far too soon to start harvest, worrying his family. In the following months, sights of cultist in the woods had been seen by passerby hunters, and the corpses of citizens of the quaint town were found where the cultists were once seen, until they attacked. Masses of undead, lead by the cultists to purge the land and blanket the fields in black, none survived other than Artix. As the undead ravaged through town directed by the cultists, he had huddled below his bed, though the undead ripped through his room tearing even the walls and roof from the house in their wake, he was untouched. Even as a fire ripped through the town and burnt whatever remained of what was once his home he had been left behind as a sole remainder. Though, not all was the same, as the torrent of undead waved through, Artix had been left scarred, not by death and darkness but my mercy and light, he had shined a white light within the darkness, and his hair once a burnt auburn now shine as gold. His eyes, once sparkled with green with the hope of keeping to the family farm, to marry the neighbor girl, to be happy, now shine a lustrous silver aimed toward seeing through the shadow cast by evil's might. His skin had turned paler, to mourn the dead of the day and bare sight to the cruelty of the world and also it's mercy.
        Artix after surviving the traumatic event, waved onward, passing through town to town, though always looked on cautiously from afar as he bared almost curse of light. This light sparked feared in the minds of most that saw him, it allowed for their eyes to see the darkness that fell through them. It made them think of their hatred and how it curses the land and gave some hope of a better tomorrow. But as it shined hope into some, it shined hatred into others. This hope brought hatred. Just as the light will bring out our best, shining it on the worst of us brings out that malicious we keep it our soul. Though, as they lashed out at him he took no arms, merely passing by town to town until one day he was taken in by a group of traveling priests of Lilliah who revered the child as a sort of Messiah!
        Artix had been taken in as a messiah to the priests. He was brought to their monastery, a special one in a secluded part of the world where they could come and pray. They were founded in 500 years ago, back in the war vs the undead, by a Paladin who had lived in a world surrounded by darkness that crept in all men. He had been uplifted by Lilliah and changed just as Artix, Golden hair, Silver Eyes, Pale skin, and an Aura of light that could pierce even the shadows that hide within our souls. That paladin had brought a crusade across the lands, ending at this monastery and gave hope to all that saw him and fought for the whole of man.
        For the next twelve years Artix had been trained in the way of the paladin and learned the art of the Paladin before him in the ways of their magic and their skills in the flail. They educated the best they could, and taught them to ride a horse, but even as they taught him to humble himself they still revered him as a messiah next to a god.  Even the neighboring town took part in his worship. When it came for his training to end and for him to leave, he road top of the hill sitting next to the monastery overlooking the the town stood before him he spoke in a booming voice heard across the town, "It is time for me to leave, but fear not the teaching of Lilliah is within all of you just as it is me. Though I must admit, I am not different from any of you to her eyes. I am no god, I am only a man. A vessel, chosen as an ultimate offering of mercy by the the lord herself. So in my departure I wish to ride a crusade in her name, not in bloodshed but in a quest against evil that still marks this land so that one day we may have peace." and with that he rode through town, a crowd cheering for him as he passed through as he went to find the missing pieces of Corbeau and begin his journey.

Family: None, Priest Dudes I guess