Praist Breman
Praist Breman
A damaged and reserved cleric, who seeks redemption for his past sins. A near frozen exterior, devoid of outward emotion hides a generous soul, a protector and benefactor of the poor and unwashed masses, and limitless love for a family that he nearly lost. Pelor has granted Praist a chance to right the enumerable wrongs of this world, one confession, one meal, one prayer, one beacon of hope and warmth at a time.
However generous to the weak and destitute he may be, Those who would attempt to harm this clerics charges would do well to remember; Praist is a warrior of Pelor, steel clad and driven by righteous fury. He is the first line, and more often than not, only line in the sand that stands between the helpless and whatever abominations that lurk in shadows.
Bandit, Slaver, Goblin, Heretic, Murderer, Monster. All will step forward into the light of Pelor for Judgement..
Or Praist will drag them to it
With a loud thud, the heavy censer fell onto the cobblestones, the echo of the cruel weapons impact breaking the silence of night. A bandit, in the middle of savaging a woman's unconscious body now stared in fear across the alley, where Praist now stood, the Sigil of Pelor upon his shield reflecting the pale light of the moons.
"Cast in the name of Pelor!" A deep, grinding command broke through Praist's lips
Fire erupted from the censer, shining light on the stern face of Pelor's justice incarnate. Fear and panic now shot up the Bandits spine as he locked eyes with Praist.
"Ye guilty"
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Sturdy build, Veteran of combat, No Stranger to physical work.
Body Features
Left eye torn out during slave revolt
Identifying Characteristics
large scar from forehead to neck
Physical quirks
Right handed. Penchant for falling asleep as soon as he thinks no one is watching
Apparel & Accessories
Plain chainmail armour, black tabbard, simple kite shield embossed with brass icon of Pelor, Visored helmet
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Grew up on Bright Barrow farms as the first Son of Sir Alfric Breman . A quiet child who made imaginary friends with a "spirit" who lived in an old obelisk atop the Barrow. He would speak to this Spirit during bouts of sadness, and a feeling of peace and warmth would wash over him, however briefly.
As the Eldest son, he looked after his younger brother Hoth, and adopted siblings,Damien, Hitsuki,and Affyria. Never one to show too much affection, he would quietly watch over them, always from afar.
He worked with grain on the farm, learning the land and managing the crop, eventually learning to make bread to help feed his family. As he grew, trips to the barrow began to take a new form. The Spirit he had spoken to since he was a child began to whisper back to him. Guiding him towards charity and helping those too poor or broken to help themselves
The murder of his father propelled him in the world and he wielded his Father's sword to further protect his siblings. During his subsequent enslavement he found a tattered copy of tenants of Pelor, and, looking for a way to survive he turned to faith, finally putting a name to the spirit of his youth. Preaching psalms and litanies he began to build a small, but zealous flock. When the time came he would lead this flock in rebellion,wielding swords made from shackles. Doom Driven to free himself, his siblings, and those trapped with them. When they returned to enact vengeance on Tarik, the man that killed his father, Praist used Alfric's sword land the killing blow.
In the years that followed, he sought out the preists of St. Cuthbert, seeking guidance and a place in his new world.
Two years after his return, Praist joined a crusade into the frozen north. A hive of undead had risen out of the cold plateaus. Towns began to disappear, travelers would disappear, only to reappear days later, torn to shreds in the wilderness, or worse still, as reanimated creatures bent on consuming the warm flesh of the living. The Crusade marched forth, singing songs of faith and redemption, confident in their god and steel to carry the day. They were wrong. The undead tore the crusaders apart, until Praist alone stood against the lesser Vampire that lead the hive. Girded with his faith, he flung himself at the beast. In the end, after nearly a full day of battle,the vampire lay a crumpled heap, ruined and burned by Pelors light. He now travels the world helping those in need and acts on selfless character. He has since reunited with his family and is on the trail that his father left behind.
What destiny is in store for Praist Breman of Hayfalls? The hand of Pelor works in strange ways and is steering the fate of this torn Cleric, far beyond the machinations of Mer and Men
The murder of his father propelled him in the world and he wielded his Father's sword to further protect his siblings. During his subsequent enslavement he found a tattered copy of tenants of Pelor, and, looking for a way to survive he turned to faith, finally putting a name to the spirit of his youth. Preaching psalms and litanies he began to build a small, but zealous flock. When the time came he would lead this flock in rebellion,wielding swords made from shackles. Doom Driven to free himself, his siblings, and those trapped with them. When they returned to enact vengeance on Tarik, the man that killed his father, Praist used Alfric's sword land the killing blow.
In the years that followed, he sought out the preists of St. Cuthbert, seeking guidance and a place in his new world.
Two years after his return, Praist joined a crusade into the frozen north. A hive of undead had risen out of the cold plateaus. Towns began to disappear, travelers would disappear, only to reappear days later, torn to shreds in the wilderness, or worse still, as reanimated creatures bent on consuming the warm flesh of the living. The Crusade marched forth, singing songs of faith and redemption, confident in their god and steel to carry the day. They were wrong. The undead tore the crusaders apart, until Praist alone stood against the lesser Vampire that lead the hive. Girded with his faith, he flung himself at the beast. In the end, after nearly a full day of battle,the vampire lay a crumpled heap, ruined and burned by Pelors light. He now travels the world helping those in need and acts on selfless character. He has since reunited with his family and is on the trail that his father left behind.
What destiny is in store for Praist Breman of Hayfalls? The hand of Pelor works in strange ways and is steering the fate of this torn Cleric, far beyond the machinations of Mer and Men
Gender Identity
Male.
Sexuality
Heterosexual. Duties to his wards, and constant battles with the horrors of the world, both real and inside his own mind, prevent him forming any sort of relationship/night of passion.
Education
Learned faith rituals and magic with the priests and clerics in Traith.
Learned the art of war when joining the Crusades against the undead in Dankeng
Self study and self discipline have honed him into one of sharp mind
Learned the art of war when joining the Crusades against the undead in Dankeng
Self study and self discipline have honed him into one of sharp mind
Accomplishments & Achievements
Killed Tarik Malor in an act of revenge of the death of his father, Alfric Breman
Failures & Embarrassments
Sole survivor of a Crusade against an undead hive. Failed to act when his father was killed.
Mental Trauma
Watched his Mother die. Stood helpless and afraid when his Father was cut down in the streets. Enslaved to the Kingdom in the far off Desert of Apophsis for four years of torture and back breaking labour
Intellectual Characteristics
Praist is a harsh judge of character and is very quick to pass punishment on those he deems unworthy of Pelor's light. Forgiveness is not his to give, once scorned or informed of wrongdoing, Praist will bring those at fault to heel, and in most cases, a quick execution is sure to follow.
Relationships
History
Praist is Alfric's first son, he hold Priast in the highest regards. He tried not to show him preference over all the other children and in turn he may have showed him too little when he needed it. When Gerda died he saw Praist darken in spirit and begin to pray alot at the obelisk in the hill. Alfric tried to guide him towards a Pekoe centric religion, but did not live to see the true fruits of this labor. Alfric would be extremely proud of Praist.
Commonalities & Shared Interests
Pelor, Farms, Breads, Charity, Justice and Cool swords
Year of Birth
431 EU
24 Years old
Birthplace
Hayfalls, Bright Barrow
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Gender
male
Show spoiler
There is a deep understanding of many languages within Praist, he has not yet fully grasped the true power he posesses
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Comments
Author's Notes
This is a work in progress as I am working with players to flush out their characters.