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Name: Aaron

Race: Minor Deity

A celestial being, currently in the service of the god Falis, Aaron has powers nearly equal to those of a god himself, though these are limited to the spiritual plane of existence. To perform his duties to Falis, he becomes human when he descends into the mortal realms, taking the guise of a Paladin of Falis, and sealing away his divine powers, for they have no place within the mortal world.

Though he does have the power to manifest himself nearly to full proportions while 'alive', there has never been a case when such was needed, even to save his own life he would not do such a thing.
[ Basically, this limits the use of any 'special' abilities to use in story-form... ]

His mortal body is merely a shell, a vessel for which the spirit resides... if it were to die another would be created to take it's place, though only within a place where there is sufficient divine focus, such as a temple, or with the aid of several priests.

As a paladin of Falis, his mortal form has all of the powers entailed with that, such as a slight resistance to magical abilities due to Falis' aura of protection about him, and the ability to heal light wounds and relieve fatigue with the touch of his hands.

Age: Eternal

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 215 lbs.

Appearance: Tall and thick, he is not quite muscular, though strong simply because of his size. His skin is pale, almost seeming to glow with an inner light, visible even in complete darkness, though his eyes carry a sheen of platinum themselves rather than color.

He is almost constantly dressed in a half suit of plate mail, bearing no crests or markings, however, simply polished steel to protect his fragile human frame from damage. Underneath this is a fitted suit of chain mail, a fine, yet durable mesh that is worn over a basic set of black clothing.

His hands are covered, not by gauntlets, but by thick leather gloves that run up halfway to his elbows. Underneath these the chain mail continues until the wrists, though the hands are bare beneath the gloves. Also, he wears no helmet atop his armor.

Beneath the armor, around his neck, Aaron wears a platinum pendant, in the shape of a dragon's claw. It barely ever comes into view, and never comes off of his form... it marks him as the incarnation of Falis' will, the one who performs the duties which he would not assign to a mortal servant.

Equipment: Aside from his armor and his the pendant of Falis that he wears about his neck, Aaron carries nothing other than his weapons a halberd of standard proportions, six feet in length from butt to tip on the shaft, the edge of the blade curving upwards beyond for another five inches.

Personality: Aaron was not one to speak much; he was always quiet and agreeable, though knowing full well to himself the things which were important to keep near. He often forgoes the accepted methods for dealing with a problem in favor of those that he thinks will work better, and despite being a loyal follower of Falis, he often disobeys the rules that are set down for conduct. It is a code to be followed, but there are times when it must be broken for the greater good.

History: 34 years ago, in a world of darkness, one of the infernal realms that are separated from the mortal realm, there was a great evil that came forth. This evil did was not ancient, nor was it powerful, it was the power of greed and lust that consumed those around it. The first victim to fall to it's power was weak, unable to abuse it to it's full potential, though it soon found a stronger user...

Despite the pretenses, there are those among the world of demons that obey rules, laws, and order. Those that have a sense of justice, and that of a conscience...

These are those that went to combat the first wielder of this power, a weak sorcerer, only able to taste the magic itself, though not make use of it. The Order of Kar'Tuh, a band of 13 knights from the kingdom of Kar'Tuh invaded his lair and slew the beast for his acts of cruelty to their kind. The owner died, and the lair was pillaged. The power had found a new owner.

A young knight by the name of Razliek Kar, fourth son of the current king, had acquired from the beast's corpse a small pendant, from within it's depths an eerie white light gleamed, though it gave none but this to hint at it's powers.

The knights returned to the castle, they celebrated, and they drank, as all celebrations go... though the young Razliek Kar retired early from the festivities... a feeling of nausea come over him, followed by disorientation, and whispers in the night.

For three days these whispers plagued him, words spoken into his ears, though not from without, but from within... they promised him things, things which would have never come to him otherwise... they promised him power, glory, and the throne itself... the whispers of greed had captured another.

On the fourth morning, the Order of Kar'Tuh was sent out again to calm a rebellion among the more savage demons of the southern mountains. Their unit was surrounded in a pass that evening, and communications with the castle ceased.

A week passed, the search parties had found nothing but corpses in the mountains, 9 knights and 27 of the demons. The remaining three knights were not found until one survivor returned to the castle... Razliek Kar.

His reports spoke of the demons, the ambush, the entrapment, and of the knights' eventual downfall. The one part he left out was the fact that the two knights other than himself had fled the scene, not in fear of the enemy, whom had been slaughtered without casualty... but of Razliek himself, who had turned upon them all, the whispers in his head promising him riches and power if he were to slay them... his hand bringing death to each in turn as the wounded knights could not defend themselves... his power growing with each kill as the unholy bead about his neck consumed the souls of the dead, binding them to his own and feeding upon their very lives...

Of the thirteen knights, one survived... of the thirteen souls, they were now one.

Razliek eventually recovered from his wounds, though his lust for power was not yet sated... the whispers had promised him so much more... they had shown him ways that he could have what he wanted... it just required him to take it from those who would have kept it from him...

The rights of ascension in the kingdom of Kar were not that the firstborn son would rise to power, they were that the strongest of the sons would become the next king... currently it was the second son, Razliek's older brother by 12 years... To take the throne for himself, he would have to best his brother in fair combat... but to keep his brother from taking it himself, Razliek had only to kill him.

On the night of the new moon, when the lights were dim and the castle asleep, Razliek slew the two royal guards outside his brother's quarters, adding their souls to his collection, then crept in quietly, and thrust a dagger into his brother's neck.

His sister-in-law awoke quickly from this, screaming bloody murder, then just screaming blood as the blade quickly severed her own throat. His work was done, but he had been noticed, found out, shamed. There was no way he could have ever achieved the power that he wanted now... not unless he was the last one... not unless they were all dead...

The door opened, the guards rushed in, followed quickly by the king and the firstborn of the royal family, the Captain of the Guard... Razliek took the life of the first man to enter, slamming the dagger into his forehead as he threw the man to the side, drawing the sword from the dead man's sheath as he fell, tackling the king and collapsing into the hall as they fought over the blade in his hands.

His father threw him off, sending him crashing against the wall behind as a flurry of arrows flew from the end of the hall, one burying itself within his shoulder as it struck him, one connecting with the ball of souls around his neck, shattering the shard of evil into a thousand pieces which rained down upon the floor.

The fight had been lost for him; Razliek had nothing left here, no hope of victory, no hope of a future now that he had become a traitor. He fled the castle, fled the country, though there was nowhere that the all seeing eye of their patron deity could not follow... he was forced by the pursuers into another realm, that of mortals... a place where he could hide from the armies of his homeland.

The king, however, took the death of his heir as an insult to both himself and the family, he brandished Razliek as a traitor, disowning him as his son and declaring him an enemy of the nation as a whole. The first born demanded vengeance for his younger brother, and the king granted it.

230 soldiers of Kar'Tuh, led by the firstborn son of the king, future heir to the throne of Kar'Tuh, set out for the realm of mortals. They vowed not to return until Razliek Kar was dead...

They did not return.

In four years time, the three remaining survivors of the army reentered the castle grounds, two grunts, and the Captain himself... carried by the two, as he had had his legs severed at mid-thigh. As they had broken the oath they had made upon departure, and because the king himself could not bear to see his son in such a state of being, all three were executed by beheading.

The king, giving up the cause for lost, cried for his sons through the night... he had lost three, only his third born remained to carry on the family line. He prayed to their god to bring him vengeance, but the prayers went unanswered. The realm of mortals was forbidden territory for a god of demons.

However, hearing the pleas though a messenger from their god, Falis did take action. He dispatched his servant to the mortal realm in order to bring this criminal to justice, and to ensure that no more harm would come to people due to this twisted prince of the damned.

The murder of an individual is one thing, but the destruction of their immortal soul is yet another... at the time of Aaron's departure to Gaia, Razliek was in possession of 17 souls aside from his own.

Twenty years passed, searching the land for traces of this evil, but none were ever found. Aaron never did find the evil Razliek... all he found was a man by the name of Joshua. A man who described himself as an evil person with a past that was best left buried.

The only kind of man who can call himself truly evil and mean every word of it is one who cannot forgive themselves for things that they have done... The weight of those souls pressing down upon his own had crushed it, warped it, turned it into something other than what it had been...

Razliek Kar was truly dead now... all that remained was this man whom he had found... Joshua.

Falis forgave the man for the crimes he had committed, knowing full well that penance is more effective than punishment, and retracted the sentence of death that he had originally ordered for the man. The sentence now was life under vigil... the Avatar of his will left in charge of the man in the guise of a friendly paladin to watch over him... to ensure that he never went back to his old ways...

Aaron has spent the last ten years alongside Josh, and he has come to understand the true nature of this individual... though he may have done monstrous deeds in the past, the man makes up for them in his own ways... not at all heroic, but not a villain by any means... if the time ever came for Falis to command his destruction, Aaron was no longer sure that he could fulfill that duty.

Once I get accepted into CSRPG, I'll post that character here.