Shameros
Shameros is Tiefling Paladins of Silvana. He does not care much for subterfuge and will speak honestly and frankly on most topics.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Under the care of Paladins of Silvana he was always well fed and grew to a remarkable size. Under his paltemail armour he is remarkably muscular. His horns used to be of medium length, but he has long since sheared them off.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
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Born as a tiefling in the slums of Emeresia, his human parents soon gave him to the orphanage. Seldom a year went by where he was not traded from one orphanage to another. It did not take long until he discovered he would have to stand on his own two feet. Fortunately he was an avid climber and no guard could ever follow him as he scampered across the ransacked roofs. He had little to fear and could always steal enough to survive until the fateful day when he was but 11 years old. He had stolen a fish half his size, but while climbing it had slipped from his back. It smashed the scaffolding, sending an unlucky worker plummeting to the ground. Silvanas Clerics did what they could, but even they could not return the man from the grasp of death.
For his crimes he was sentenced to twenty years in prison, but as the mother of the boy demanded his execution he rose from his chair demanding a trial by combat. The trial was set for one month from then, but on the third day of his imprisonment the cell was opened. Avelana Roseheart escorted him to the training grounds where she began instructing him on the basics of combat. The Roseheart‘s surprise the boy showed little interest in her instructions.
“Child, listen and learn or you will stand no chance.” she said as the tiefling only stared at the floor, “What is wrong? Do you not want to live?”
“What does it matter anyway...” The boy mumbled more to himself than to the woman before him.
Roseheart stared at him incredulously, her mask faltering. “Excuse me?”
“I… I don’t….” The boy stammered but as he saw the shocked expression of the woman before him tears began to well in his eyes. She knelt down and looked at him worriedly, waiting for him to speak. “I don’t deserve to live,” He admitted ashamed, “No one ever wanted me, No one ever...”
The boy was interrupted as Roseheart pulled him into a warm embrace. “Do not speak of things you don’t understand! Do you even know what it means to die?”
“It means no more pain. It means i won’t hurt anyone anymore.”
Roseheart gave him a warm smile as she lifted his chin so he might look her in the eyes, “You are too kind child, but no. This life is your chance. You can be happy, sad angry and even in love.” She said her eyes speaking of all she had lost, all those that she had watched pass into the next world. “Death only takes that from you. Not only what you are right now, but also anything you may ever be. It robs you and the world of all that potential.”
“But i killed that man...”
“Yes”, She nodded, her voice becoming as iron, “And for that you must be punished, but if you truly feel remorse you must fight to survive. Stand on your own two feet and do what good you can, as long as you are able.”
The next few days they continued training. When the day for his trial approached a paladin of Poentia arrived, but not one man stepped forward to speak in his name. Three days later at twilight he was escorted into the arena. Only the paladin stood across from him. His flowing robes and his brilliant zweihänder contrasted the tieflings torn clothes, rust shortsword and battered shield.
The booming voice of the paladin echoed through the Arena. “You have been accused of Killing Harold Liken. How, in the name Poentai, and all other gods who bare witness today, do you plea?”
“Guilty.”
The Paladin watched the boy with a raised eye. The only thing that could be heard over the rustling wind was a quiet murmuring for his death. “Then what is to be done with you?”
The boy looked at the paladin before his eyes wandered through the crowd. So many hateful gazes, and there were Miss Roseheart was supposed to be was an empty seat. “I don’t know” he admitted, his head lowered as he turned back to the paladin.
“Then let us find out together.” The paladin said calmly walking forward, his sword extended to his right.
Shameros barely managed to dodge the first attack. There had been no warning. Nothing had betrayed the swords movement until it had been almost to late. On the sand a splutter of blood extended, reaching for the crowd. Confused the boy tried to find the source of the blood, only realizing the gash on his forward as the blood began to seep into his eye. With a primal roar a second strike came. He hid behind his shield as the gigantic sword smashed against it, knocking the shield into the side of his head. Dazed he stumbled back as another strike smashed against the shield, knocking his legs high into the air. Dazed he tried to find out how he had landed in the sand, but as the chants for his death filled his ears he saw the glistening steel soaring towards his neck. Again and again he rolled from side to side, dodging the stikes, and using his shield to dampen the strikes he could not dodge. Finally he managed to get his feet under him again. Across from him the paladin strode forward. The movements of the paladin hid his intention, but the boy could already see it. A wide strike from the top left, aimed perfectly at his neck. He didn’t move. He let the paladin and approach as he closed his eyes.
“SEVEN!” A feminine but commanding voice bellowed from the rafters. Instinctively he dove under the strike, his sword flashing forward. “Now raise your sword, boy, and fight!”
The tiefling finally saw the blood flowing down the paladins calf. For the first time Poentia’s chosen smiled as he lowered his weapon. The boy turned away spying Lady Roseheart. The spectators had backed up from her. Blood flowed from cracks in her battered armour, but she didn’t seem to even notice. Behind her griffon lay panting. His attention was ripped back to the arena as he saw the paladin sprint to him and jump into the air. The boy prepared to strike, but he hesitated. He couldn’t strike down the paladin just to save himself. The paladin embraced him as his world turned to flame.
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Everything was dark, but warm. He was more comfortable then he had ever been before, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to move. Every muscle demanded he stay still, but his throat was so very sore. He tried scratching it, but as his hands came close something was in the way. Panic gripping him he tried to look around but everything was black. Something was gripping his face. He tore at it. He got a grip on it and a bit of the thing flew from him but there was so much more.
A soothing almost motherly hushing filled the room as something gingerly held his arms still. “Stay still little one, leave the bandages.” It said. The person began stroking is head. He recognized the soft but strong touch of Avelana Roseheart. “I am so sorry I was la...” She began but was interrupted as the boy flung himself on her, wrapping her in a desperate embrace. For the first time since he was a baby he let his tears flow freely. She held him and waited. It took the better part of an hour but eventually he calmed down.
Awkwardly she began, “Little one, everything is fine now. You are safe, and if you would have it, ” she said, her body tensing up as she spoke, “You could stay here. Of course I would never force you,” She began backpedaling, her words growing ever faste, “I know a few places that owe me a favour and...”
“Please don’t send me away!” He screamed, holding onto her even more tightly.
Avelana was taken aback. Tears filled her eyes as she looked down at the little boy. “Of course...” she began only now realizing she did not know his name. Thinking back she realized that in all of the court documents and in all of the proceedings she had not read or heard his name once. “You can stay as long as you want. I promise I will never send you away. But first, what can i call you?”
“I… ” the boy stammered, pulling himself even closer, “I don’t have a name...”
An empty pit filled her stomach. She could feel the boys quet sobs, and she wanted to nothing more than to cry for the boy, but she couldn’t let herself. She had to be strong as she always was. “Then...” She began, letting her words linger and grab the boys attention, “What about...” she continued, the words piercing the air and filling it with a sense of deliberation, as though she had not had a name in her mind for so many years, “Shameros?”
“Shameros?” he asked quizzically.
“Yes, if you like it.”
Through quiet sobs he spoke “I do.”
Education
In his early years the streets were hi only teacher. He learned to steal, cheat and hide. After Avelana Roseheart took him in he began a formal training under the priests of Emeresia. They taught him to read, write, and the tenants of Silvana. He soon proved himself and went of to join the templars. There he learned the true art of war.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Surviver of the Rite of Forgiveness
Morality & Philosophy
Everyone fails and everyone does bad things. The important this is to pick yourself up and try again.
Relationships
Relationship Reasoning
See history of Shameros
Species
Year of Birth
1220
37 Years old
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
red
Hair
black
Height
1.87m
Weight
93kg
Aligned Organization
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