Name: Caspian Fleiyril
Age: 25 years old.
Class: Cleric
Gender: Male
Length(in meters): 1.70
Race: Human
Character Perk: Focus. Impossible to interrupt while casting in combat.
Character Flaw: Has disadvantages in actions while not in the presence of a friendly part member within seeing distance.
Appearance:
Caspian’s features lean slightly towards feminine, as unlike most men, he hadn’t developed evident muscles and also lacks a strong jawline. He’s a bit lanky, but not exactly too thin. He’s on the pale side too, with light brown hair that barely reaches his shoulders, and vivid green eyes that almost seems luminous. His lips often naturally quirk into a light smile, and generally has a trust worthy physique – as he doesn’t really look very threatening.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral



STR(Strength) = 9
DEX(Dexterity) = 12
CON(Constitution) = 9
INT(Intelligence) = 12
WIS(Wisdom) = 18
CHR(Charisma) = 14



Alchemy [50]

Heal [50] - The ability to help someone recover from wounds or debilitating conditions, including disease, without the use of spells.

Survival [50] - Skill dealing with living off the land.

Streetwise [20] - Skill concerning being 'smart' in the streets, finding information, and avoiding dangers.

Diplomacy [25]



Aura of healing [10-20] - When this aura is cast, magical healing energiesn is concentrated and focused to affect the surrounding area. It's a delayed healing spell that heals a fraction of what a normal spell would, but does so continuously over time. This is mentally draining, so at some point can no longer be maintained. [2 hours tops duration, for now]



Restoration [20] - Restores lost strength.
Create Food and Water [10]
Cure Wounds [20-50] - Cure wounds ranging from light cuts to serious injuries.
Cure Diseases [30]
Remove Curse [30]
Barkskin [20] - Gives the recipient a 'tougher skin', thus giving him/her/it a natural armor.
Detect Poison [30]



Armour:
His outfit is not something that would stand out in a tavern, or in a crowd, or so he would like to think. His ‘armour’ consists of nothing but a white shirt and dark grey pants, topped with a sleek black cloak that’s short enough to not touch the ground, but long enough to reach past his knees. The cloak’s main function is against the sun, really, as it functions well enough to hide him from the heat. It can be used against the cold, but not as good as it does against the sun’s rays. He wears black short boots with it all.
Weapons:
A silver dagger: One that has a black smooth wooden sheath. It’s very sharp. Not high quality, but good enough for him, as he isn’t that proficient in handling it. It’s more for self-defence, and not for attacking.
Items:
A pendant: Or more specifically, a clear teardrop-shaped crystal hanging off a silver metal chain. It glows a flickering white light at night, the intensity of a candle, only it gives off a white light. It can be used to illuminate very dark caverns. It was a gift from his bestfriend when he was younger.
A sling bag : A bit torn on the edges, and just big enough to not look awkwardly too large for him. Very durable and tough.
A silver flask : For holding water, or other liquids.
Bandages : Self-explanatory.
Healing Potion, Light [6]: Tiny diamond-shaped glass vials, intended for emergency situations. Mainly used for blood replenishing and closing of wounds.
Gold: 0GP
Miscellaneous:



Caspian Fleiyril learned healing out of necessity.

He had been an orphan, left by his mother who died the second he was born, and left by a father whom he knows not of. It wasn’t that bad, really, as the place he ended up in didn’t withheld any food nor any basic necessities. He was raised in an orphanage along with too many others. He had always been a bit quiet, and he was very behaved and listened to the nuns that ran the orphanage. As much as the nuns tried to indoctrinate them into believing some god, he didn’t become a believer. He followed their rules, though, as much as he could, until the day came where they all parted ways. At the age of 10, all orphans have to leave to find their roles in the world, or something like that – as the nuns often say. It was normal in their world. The funds that kept the orphanage running were limited to a certain amount of children.

Caspian didn’t think of it as cruel, as if it wasn’t for the orphanage he got in, he might have set out into the real world sooner. He tries to see it in a positive light.

He got out of the orphanage with a friend, one of his six roommates; a kid named Nikolas. Nik was a boy who was far bigger and stronger than him, louder and much more vibrant, with flaming red hair and arms that have too many scars. Nik thought that getting out of the orphanage was an adventure, and for the half part, it was true. They both got odd jobs from different people, in various locations. While Nik learned how to brawl, carry things that were larger than him, and occasionally steal, Caspian learned from a withering old man the basics of healing, while he became a helper of sorts. His friend, or best friend, got into petty fights too much with his short temper, and in the end he couldn’t help but feel obligated to learn certain things to help the only one who stayed when everyone else left. He learned steadily under the watchful eye of a mysterious old man who never gave a name.

It was a harsh world they lived in, he realized around that time.

They lived in different places, sometimes bad sometimes nice, often in streets and such, until the old man whom Caspian was learning healing spells from finally croaked out, leaving him with nothing but books regarding healing. He thought it was odd, how an old man like the Old Man died despite knowing so much wonderful things. They left that village and headed towards the forest then – because Nik stole too many things, and Caspian learned enough already. They were fifteen then.

The forest they entered, they stayed in for a full year. They lost track of time in the damp dark forest, because the second they came inside, they easily lost their way. Back when they were wandering into villages and cities, Nik functioned as the one who got the money. Caspian was useless, as he couldn’t be hired as a helper to carry things because he was weak, and because he didn’t look sturdy enough to be able to handle work. He looked like he was made of glass, as Nik often says, so he was confined into reading and practicing spells. However, the forest they mistakenly entered was dangerous, and Caspian’s knowledge and skills in healing came to a test many times. He learned about herbs and poisons, and different forest things, because of how close they were to nature itself – which either helped them or tried to kill them. There were days where he was so exhausted with using spells that he started to lose consciousness, but it was alright, he often thought then – because at least he would die with someone who has stuck with him so far. The time in the forest proved that Nik could depend on him.

Caspian Fleiyhil found a loyal friend in a boy named Nikolas, and they stayed that way until adulthood. They made other friends one they got out of the forest, too, but they stuck to each other. Their party of two became eight before he even knew it. They were the perfect partners in crime, before it all. Nik knew nothing of the things Caspian knows, and Caspian knows nothing of what Nik knew. However, as the years slowly gone by, Caspian failed to realize how he had grown more and more dependent each year. None in their company knew how to heal, but they all knew how to fight. He was the only Cleric, the healer of the group, and they kept it that way. He was kept out of harm’s way, and thus he didn’t even realize how he was completely disregarding important things – like how to fight, because Nik was his best friend, and it wasn’t like they were going to separate, right?

Caspian was deadly loyal. Nik progressed from an adventurous kid into a cruel man who fought and killed for money and selfish reasons, but Caspian only saw the kid who got bruises on his arms from working to feed himself and his friend. It was alright, all the bad things that Nik did, because Nik was his friend. They got through hard times together, and nothing could change that.

At the age of 19, he was the prized healer of a group of mercenaries lead by his closest friend. He spends half of his share in money donating to the orphanage of whatever town or city they were in, while the other half was spent for their group, for food mostly. He was often gifted with books for healing, and about herbs and things. He wasn’t fond of reading them, but they were often given as gifts, so he read and learned them all on his own pace. There were times he was offered by other people to work for them instead, but he turned them all down, because he was focused in his group. His group of friends were far from being nice people, but that was fine with him, because they accepted him and they never left. They were his friends. His. Everything else that doesn’t belong to him doesn’t matter that much.
He likes his life, truly, because it was simple. He liked spending time with his friends, laughing around a bonfire, and just trying to make it through every single day. It didn’t matter if all his friends committed sins, because what mattered to him was that it was fun being with them, scraping through life.