Duoya

Knights of Elementia.

The others continued to talk among themselves as Sidero impatiently awaited his reply from the driver. The others didn't seem to mind his presence that much, and the sounds of the various wildlife behind him only served to keep him on edge. The noises of animals was a queer one, at least to him. While most found comfort in the pur of cats and the whine of dogs, Sidero had been conditioned from the years in the wilderness, the years of watching his friends and comrades fall to bears, big cats, and the like. He couldn't relax with their presence, and the vast number of them only served to provoke him even more. This, combined with the lack of response from the driver, caused Sidero to lean forwards. The driver sat there, or at the very least, his corpse did. An arrow was brutally bulging from his side, easily avoiding the pesky bones and hard bits that would slow down it's advance. Blood pooled below him, trickling down the side of the wagon, and it was clear - based on the raw depth of the arrow and it's angle, it must have punctured a lung, and possibly pierced the heart. He was dead, no need to even take his pulse. Sidero immediately grabbed him, throwing him onto his shoulders, just as the knight of lighting let loose a small gasp. Snapping his head forwards, Sidero saw that the heavy-set man was almost certainly dead, with several arrows angrily protruding from his back. He fell, landing on the ground face first, allowing the arrows to be seen in full glory. Flashbacks of goblin camps flooded his mind, and Sidero quickly reached for Tirell, pulling him onto the wagon as an arrow flew right by his head. Tirell was dead.

"Everybody take cover!"

The plan did not seem that sound - the wagon had no roof, and even if it did, arrows from strong archers could pierce iron. A wooden wagon stood no chance against them. The short man, Arno, voiced his own plan.

"We must move out of this ambush!"

Sidero nodded, holding the corpses of the two men as he did so. Their was no hope of defeating them here - the group had no idea where the archers were, and even if thy did, what could they do? Only two of them had the potential range to reach long distances, and they were severely outnumbered. The best they could hope for was that the guard came. Speaking of, where the hell were they? Their should have been bodyguards, escorts, anything to provide even a semblance of security? After all, the knights were apparently celebrities, so assassination should have been expected. And now, there were two dead men. Sidero was broken out of his thoughts as a slight cry to his right broke out. Turning revealed the knight of Arcane, an arrow sticking out of her shoulder. That was it, staying still wasn't an option. If Sidero had his armor, the arrows would be unable to pierce him unless they had a 100 pound draw weight, and even then the armor would slow it enough to be non-fatal. But out here, the only thing available was his years of experience and the materials at hand. Sighing slightly, Sidero called out to the rest of the group.

We don't have anything to take shelter with. Arno is right, we need to get out of here. I'll go first, draw their fire. You guys can rush to the building to the left for cover, and I'll follow when you're all safe. If I'm hit, keep running, they'll take time to kill me. Be as quick as possible."

Their was little time to be quick, and arrows were hitting the ground around them with great force. Crawling towards the front of the wagon, Sidero reached for the reins. Successfully grabbing them, he did what he had to do - Pulling all the arrows free from their fleshy prisons, he began to tie the driver to his back, and upon finishing, began to do the same with the knight of lighting. Thanks to his weight, however, Sidero also needed to hold him up using his hands. In total, he was not going to be moving very quickly, and the bodies were extremely cumbersome to carry. But, this was all he had. Pain stroked his heart, the fact that he was going to use the corpses of others truly impacting him. Sidero promised to visit their funerals. Finally ready, Sidero turned to the others, before calling out sincerely.

"If anyone has a better plan than this, I would love to hear it."

Of course, this was probably the best course of action. The risk of everyone else getting hit was low, and he had the most protection out of all of them. Even if he died, it didn't really matter - he was far older than them, so their lives were more important than his. Sidero prepared himself. The second somebody made a move to leave the wagon, he would jump out, allowing the arrows to be aimed at him. Best case scenario, everyone lives and only 2 corpses are desecrated. Worst case scenario, they all die.

Knights of Elementia.

Temporarily, embarrassment and anxiety was beaten back, and in it's place streamed pride and a strange sense of accomplishment. Internally, Sidero knew that he did absolutely nothing - hell, knighthood was earned by complete luck, even if it was called 'fate'. But despite this, Sidero still felt special that he was chosen. The following knight was the Knight of Shadows, a young Venator Nylis. The pale, dark-haired boy slowly made his way to the stage, and just as he accepted his title, a dark mass appeared from his arm, eliciting a slight jump from Sidero and his hand reaching for the staff on his back. Seconds later, everything was fine - the shadows molded themselves into the shape of a bird (another one? What's with these knights and birds?), and he made his way to the banner bearing his element. Finally, the bald man had run out of scrolls, and all the knights were finally gathered under their respective banners.

"Ladies and Gentlemen your newest Knights of Elementia!"

As soon as this was said, a set of hands clasped themselves around Sidero's shoulders, a move that should never be done suddenly to a man who's killed more Trolls than you have teeth. Sidero immediately broke the hold by forcing the hands off, before turning and realizing who it was. Sighing, he allowed the now disgruntled guards to take him to the wagon, and just before he was about to complain about his lack of equipment, a blur of gray and silver rushed in his peripheral vision. Turning quickly, Sidero saw it - a wolf. Judging by it's size, it could probably kill one of the younger knights with ease, and it was already moving towards the knight of light, jumping onto the wagon. Reaching for his sword, Sidero was seconds away from slicing the beast in half and saving his ally, before the beast adopted a more friendly and dog-like stance, ignoring the concerned Sidero entirely. It then proceeded to nuzzle the young boy and, sighing slightly, Sidero sat down in the corner of the wagon, near the rider. Somehow, someway, the kid had managed to tame a freaking wolf... The looks that he received from some of the knights was pretty jarring, but that was to be expected - he nearly eviscerated that animal, and if it wasn't for it's calm demeanor, he would have killed it. Luckily, he wasn't the only one that was startled by the wolf, as the knight of wind, Alya, reacted in a similar manner, before apologizing. Despite his usual silence, Sidero issued out his own apology in short turn.

"I apologize as well, I'm just used to these creatures being more... Murderous. I am Sidero Denhol, glad to meet you all."

Directing his introduction to the whole group, Sidero remained seated where he was, and proceeded to listen to the rest of the young knights introduce themselves. The knight of arcane introduced her fox, making Sidero ponder just how many of them had pets. Was being an animal handler a required part to being a knight? And besides the sudden arrival of the man carrying Oriel's equipment, nothing especially interesting occurred... Wait, speaking of equipment... Sidero had the bare minimum. Sure, he had his weapons, but he expected to simply stand around and watch the unfolding ceremony, not actually be apart of it. And now, he was on a wagon headed to god knows where. Turning to the man directing the horses, Sidero called out.

"Hey, will I need any of my equipment where we're headed? I only have my weapons on me, and only a few gold pieces... If we do need our equipment, do you mind dropping me off at my inn room for my armor and gear?"

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

Will post on Sunday

Knights of Elementia.

I'll post later today.

Sorry, family thing came up. I'll be sure to get a post up Saturday.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

Clyde Fisher

@Rune_Alchemist

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The smiling routine, unbeknownst to Clyde, had worked after all - a girl with dreadlocks, nearly a foot shorter than Clyde was blushing heavily and looking away. Unfortunately, years without social interaction has caused Clyde to have difficulty reading social cues, and the blushing girl simply made Clyde think he embarrassed himself somehow or did something ridiculous. Quickly shooting his gaze down to his phone, watching the minutes slowly tick by, the fleeting hope of a bar coming through rapidly diminishing. No one had approached him yet, but a few more people had awoken - a boy with messy brown hair in a hoodie was talking to a girl with black hair and crimson red eyes... Clyde simply avoided thinking about it, believing that she must be using colored contacts. The short blue haired boy was talking animatedly with the girl who held him, and Clyde decided to avert his gaze from them as well. They were... extremely close. Far closer than Clyde could ever be with a stranger... Unless the two already knew each other? Perhaps that was the reason the two were only inches apart - they were lovers. Nodding slightly in confirmation, the sound from his earbuds kept Clyde in ignorance of the actual situation. A bitter smirk crept across his face slightly - even before he got to school, he was the social pariah, the kid no one even knew was there. He was still just as normal as he was before he got the phone, he was just surrounded by special kids.

"Hey."

The sound barely passed through the earbuds, but the pressure applied to his forehead caused him to swivel around, where his eyes rested on the older looking girl in the green jacket. She was standing close to him, and her arm was retreating towards her mouth, where she pulled the... lit cigarette... out of her mouth and gently crushed it under her foot. The already terrified Clyde only grew more fearful at the sight of this. Where the hell did a school girl get cigarettes?! Then again, she did look older than Clyde, she had to be at least 18, probably 19 or 20. But even then, smoking in an enclosed space like this was bad for others nearby, and-

"Saw that fancy phone of yours. Got the time? Mines dead."

The cool, icy words she spoke cut through Clyde's thoughts like a knife and, trying to hide his fear, he opened up the phone as quickly as possible, the sight of his car greeting him in the form of the wallpaper. Looking to the upper left, Clyde quickly understood how the girl's phone must have died - his own battery life was at 42%! Before anything else, Clyde realized what it was - his phone was still trying to connect to the internet, and must have been doing so for the last 8 hours. Shutting off the Wi-Fi on his phone, Clyde checked the clock.

"O-oh, it's 6:55 AM. D-do you want to borrow my charger?"

Reaching into his bag he pulled it out - the black charger that he used to keep his phone powered on. He didn't know what kind of phone she had, but the universal charger he bought would probably work. Clyde had bought the charger since he expected his phone to change models so often, but looks like it would see some use besides that. He held the charger out sheepishly, until he realized this was his chance - his chance to make a friend for once. While he held the charger out and slid his phone back into his pocket, Clyde nodded towards to water bottles to his side.

"You can have one of my water bottles, i-if you're thirsty."

Just has he finished speaking and his nerves were calming down, Clyde heard some commotion in the car. A young boy with brown hair and red eyes (another person with contacts?) was talking to the couple from earlier, but he was already done speaking by the time Clyde could focus on what he was saying. Instead, he focused on what he looked like - the boy had a uniform on, was standing with a confident stance and... was upside down. The man was on the ceiling. Clyde elicited a slight gasp as he fell off of the ceiling, before making a clearly practiced landing, the sound of his body gently hitting the ground with a 'thump', and his sword moving in the sheathe attached to his side-

A SWORD!? Clyde tried to not make any movements, but his eyes widened and his hands became clammy. How was the school okay with allowing a student to bring a sword to school?! That was a clear safety hazard. It took nearly 20 seconds of freaking out for Clyde to realize - While nobody knew it, he had technically brought a gun with him. It would be hypocritical to judge him for his weapon, when Clyde had one of his own...

Clyde tried not to show it, but he disliked people like Lukas - he could talk to other people so easily, and seemed to be almost a natural at doing so. He probably had tons of friends, and if that cool flip was anything to make assumptions off of, he was really good with his power. Clyde's phone relied on tools and resources to be as effective as possible, and Clyde simply didn't have access to these resources. Lukas, on the other hand, seemed to have gravity manipulation or something similar, a highly versatile power straight from the get-go. Looking dejected and averting his gaze, Clyde began to chew on the protein bar that was half eaten in his hand.

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

@Pirouette

_{Pls be merciful o(〒﹏〒)o}

Palladium Academy (Another Superpowered Highschool)

@Rune_Alchemist
Oh no, socialization! Jk, will get up a post sometime tonight!

Darkness in the Light

@GarlandDaHero
I just noticed this - if Seth is stuck in his armor, how does he eat? Or use the restroom?

Darkness in the Light

Samuel Dukes

Appearance

Standing at 1.83 m meters tall and weighing 205 pounds, Samuel is very imposing for a man of the cloth. While he does not smoke, he does carry cigarettes and cigars on him for others. His graying hair is kept short, and is rough to the touch. Scars litter his body, the result of carpentry accidents over the years, tarnishing his tanned skin.

Despite these intimidating factors, even spending a few minutes talking with him will reveal that he is an incredibly kind and gentle man. His eyes are soft, and he speaks in a slow and gentle manner in order to make others feel comfortable. He talks very simply in order to be sure that he is easy to understand, and does his best to help others whenever he can. Finally, he prefers to wear his robes or warm clothing, as he enjoys soft things.

Name: Samuel Dukes

Title: The Healer

Gender: Male

Age: 38, but looks older

Personality: Samuel is an extremely caring individual, and will do his best to make everyone happy. Hell, the entire reason he became an adventurer was because he wanted to travel around the world, helping the people he finds along the way. Life is an experience, after all, and you should do your best to be experience all you can and find the thing you want to do. Despite these beliefs, however, Samuel never drank, smoked, and he doesn't eat animals for ethical reasons. He is strictly vegetarian, but will not try to restrict others in the same fashion. He never swears, with the strongest words in his vocabulary being "Dang it". He has never hated another person, and loves hearing about their stories - he will very often befriend people and paint pictures of the two of them together, but most of these paintings are given to the other individual since Samuel doesn't have the room to carry around dozens of paintings.

Samuel is very accepting of others, and does his best to be interested in other people's hobbies - if it makes them happy, then they can do it as much as they want. However, Samuel will try to get people interested into his own hobbies - painting, praying, and carpentry. And, while Samuel could be described as loyal, he is kind to nearly everyone he meets, so this is fairly hard to tell.

However, despite the kindness he attempts to spread, Samuel possesses numerous personality faults. He is pacifistic to an extreme, refusing to harm a living creature unless his life is directly threatened. While he won't stop his allies from defending themselves, he will do everything in his power to stop them from killing sentient creatures... Unless they're demonic or undead. Samuel has a deep seeded fear of the undead and demons, which has only been nurtured in his time in the church. Should he encounter someone like this, he will be far different from his usual self, staying as far from them as possible and not protesting against their death. Additionally, he is an extreme traditionalist, believing in rigid gender roles and more outdated ideologies. However, he will be nowhere near as aggressive towards a female adventure as he would to an undead or demonic one. Despite these views, it would be possible to win over Samuel if someone were to try hard enough and remind him that kindness should be given to everyone.

Abilities:
Healing Prayers: Samuel can close minor wounds in seconds, medium sized ones in a minute, large wounds in an hour, and broken bones/fatal wounds in 3-6 hour long prayer sessions. While being healed, a person won't feel any pain and the wound will be considered stabilized, allowing them to continue fighting, but the prayer needs to be completed for the wound to close. Healing leaves no scars and replenishes lost blood, but relies on concentration and time before the wound is closed. Additionally, if Samuel doesn't pray an hour daily, he temporarily loses his power. Additionally, healing fatal wounds require copious amounts of holy objects, and goes along faster if done on holy land. Without any holy objects (Holy water, crosses, silver, etc.), healing magic is far less effective.

While less effective, the prayer can be used to lessen the effects of major illnesses, and can cure minor ones. Nowhere near biblical "cure the lepers" power though.

Bless: Samuel can temporarily bless a person, raising one of their physical attributes significantly, such as making the average man as strong as a college-level wrestler. Blessing a person can be done instantly, but only three people can be blessed at one time.

Skills:
-Persuasion
-Carpentry/woodcarving
-Painting

Gear:
- Robes
- A Holy Book
- Carpentry tools
- Painting tools
- Adult horse (Pericles/"Percy")
- Small wagon
- A Crosier that appears as a simple staff with a golden cross on top

Bio: Samuel was born to an extremely poor family on the outskirts of a large city, where he would spend the next 12 years of life. His mother, a seamstress, died in childbirth, leaving Samuel to be raised by his father, a carpenter. The two were extremely close and, despite their horrible living conditions, Samuel managed to grow fairly well. He was always soft spoken, eve as a child, and this trait was only encouraged from his kindly father. Living in the dregs of society, you had to help each other to survive. Life, while difficult, was an enjoyable experience, and Samuel was never in need of anything. He lived his life plainly, and planned on becoming a carpenter in order to help his father pay the growing bills. That all changed when he turned 11.

Samuel, having only turned 11 a month prior, commenced his day as he normally did; he went to buy the groceries. His father worked very hard, and while he was not particularly good at them, Samuel took over the woman's work. Samuel's father always apologized, and told him that he was sorry for forcing his son to do something his mother or sister should do, and this clear distinction between the expectations of men and women that his father presented later manifested in Samuel as his light sexism. Despite this, Samuel was glad to do the more feminine jobs - He couldn't help his father any other way, and his father already worked hard to support Samuel. Even on the days he didn't have work, every Sunday, he still taught the boy the trade secrets in order to prepare him for his future career. But back to the groceries - Every day, before going to school, Samuel always went to the local butchers to buy meat - the family didn't have any way to keep meat fresh, and couldn't afford a chicken coup, so this was their only option. It was the same as it was any other day - buying from the cheaper, "aged" meats with the money his father left on the counter, and making his way towards the door after the owner stopped doting over him. This time, however it was different - before he managed to leave the small meat shop, explosions that sounded like they were only a few blocks away resonated throughout the store. The explosions continued for what felt like an eternity, but were actually only 30 seconds.

Finally, after the constant sounding of explosives stopped, Samuel stayed in the store for nearly an hour, the owner giving him dried meat for free to calm the crying child. Finally, when all seemed safe, Samuel left the shop, quickly making his way to his home. He planned to hide in the basement for the rest of the day, skipping school entirely. When he arrived to several smoking craters, he realized where the explosions were. His house, several other homes in the area, and a small government building. Later, Samuel would find out that the explosions were caused by a demonologist, attempting to gather souls to summon demons. The terrorist was captured soon after the event, and Samuel was sent to an orphanage, the place he would spend the next year of life.

The orphanage had a higher standard of living then his old home, but that didn't matter. The man who had raised Samuel the past 11 years of his life was gone. Samuel was a hopeless wreck the next year - he rarely ate, spending most of his time in his room making sculptures and paintings of his father and him, or sleeping to ignore the loss. The other children admired his artistic skill. and several became friends with him. Despite this, he never really spent much time with them, only pretending to be happy when they were around. Days passed without difference, the only thing telling them apart being the weather outside and the work of art he was making. Even with this depression, he never wanted to kill himself. His father always told him to never give up, so he was going to keep on living. For his father's sake. That was until 3 robed men arrived to the school, little over one year since Samuel first came to the orphanage.

None of the children knew the purpose for why the men were there - some believed they were going to adopt someone, others thought they would kill them. Neither was true - the men systematically met with each child, placed their hand against a crystal ball, and moved on to the next. They never showed any expression with the children, and they did the same with Samuel. As suddenly as they arrived, they left, having went through the process with each child. 3 weeks later, more robed men appeared - although, their were far more of them. Some wore the robes of the mages, some were dressed in furs like the druids of the west. Several children were adopted. Samuel was one of them, being picked by a priestly man in white and gold robes. They then left the city that Samuel spent the last 12 years in, to parts unknown. The journey took little over 2 weeks by wagon, but they finally arrived - a small, ordinary village far to the east of the city that Samuel grew up in. Job, the man that had adopted Samuel, talked with him the whole way there, telling him of their new life and the way of god. Samuel was special - the robed men that first appeared in the orphanage were testing the magical affinities of the orphans, looking for new members of the magical orders. Apparently, Samuel was the most pious of the orphans, despite never touching the holy book in his life. He was to be trained by the church, and use his powers in gods just name. Despite the despair that clouded his heart, Samuel was happy. He would finally be useful, if not to his dad, then to the people.

Samuel was quickly given a high level of education, being taught multiplication and comprehending the holy book. Hours a day were spent in prayer, and Samuel, after a year long study, was finally taught basic holy magic. Samuel's affinity for other magics were nonexistent, making things like fireballs an impossibility, but he was tutored heavily in the art of healing, spending the first few years of his new life dissecting and healing small animals. His first human subject was the villages hunter, whom was accidentally shot by a group of elves passing the area. The wound was minor, but the elves were apologetic and did not want to leave without helping the man they shot. A few tense hours later, the wound was closed, and the elves were offered a night in the village to rest. Samuel, slowly but surely, was growing out of his depression.

Job was an interesting man - he never spoke violently, always careful with his words and planning what he says. He spoke eloquently, and it would be difficult to think he ever disliked someone in his life. He always assisted the other villagers, and spoke highly of the lord, preaching that everyone deserved a second chance. While Samuel took his sayings to heart, he always kept the hidden hatred inside of him. He despised demons. The holy book clearly said that every problem was caused, directly or indirectly, by them. The undead were the same - products of the dark arts that sought to corrupt the world. Of course, Samuel never told a soul of his hidden beliefs. He even was repulsed with himself for having them. The church, the people who saved and gave him a new life, taught their children to respect and love everyone. But Samuel couldn't help but despise the unholy. He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't risk someone finding out he had sin in his heart. So, he kept it hidden, not even mentioning it when he was praying for forgiveness.

Samuel proved his helpfulness by the time he was 20 - he had finished all his studies, was a strong young man, and was proficient not only with carpentry, but also the holy book. Samuel was able to heal small wounds in minutes, and moderate ones in only a few hours of reciting verses from the book. He repaired damage that occurred to buildings and vehicles, and had even been given the honor of painting famous scenes from the holy book on the walls of the church. Samuel was finally over the death of his father and, while Samuel misses him dearly, he understands that his father would not want him to wallow in self pity for the rest of his life. Samuel was a man. He continued his practice of the holy book, and took over preaching from the old Job. Job proceeded to spend his days relaxing, until he died 5 years later, at the age of 74. Samuel continued to remain in the village, doing the same things until he eventually reached the age of 38. That was when he had a dream - a realization, a prophecy. He was just like he was in the orphanage - sure, he was happier, but he did the same thing every single day, without any difference between the days that passed. His life was passing him by like a bolt of lighting, and he wasn't doing anything to stop it. He needed the thing that changed his life 26 years ago. He neded a change of scenery.

Barely a week later, his bags all packed and the villagers alerted, Samuel left the small village he spent the most of his life in. The entire population of 103 people came to see him off, and visiting Job's grave before he left, Samuel departed the village. The wagon was pulled by his favorite horse in the village, Pericles, whom the stable master had given to Samuel as a departing gift. The fact that the villagers cared for him deeply moved his heart, and he was sure to alert the church that a new priest was needed at the village. After three weeks of travel, he had finally arrived to his destination. The city he had grown up in. The next few days were spent getting his papers in order, and deciding his new, exciting career; adventurer. Finally, 5 days after entering the city, he made his way to the local tavern to find companions, which he did. But there was a familiar face among them - the elf, whom had stayed at his village over 2 decades ago, was there. After some thoughtful reminiscing, Samuel was told the elf had become a merchant, and was in search of people to undergo a... secret mission to the nearby ruins. Ignorant of the suspicious request, Samuel quickly agreed to help Timothy, his new companions joining in to make a few quick coins.

Other: Theme song

Darkness in the Light

@Zamokra41
Finally finished this guy. Is he okay?

Samuel Dukes

Appearance

Standing at 1.83 m meters tall and weighing 205 pounds, Samuel is very imposing for a man of the cloth. While he does not smoke, he does carry cigarettes and cigars on him for others. His graying hair is kept short, and is rough to the touch. Scars litter his body, the result of carpentry accidents over the years, tarnishing his tanned skin.

Despite these intimidating factors, even spending a few minutes talking with him will reveal that he is an incredibly kind and gentle man. His eyes are soft, and he speaks in a slow and gentle manner in order to make others feel comfortable. He talks very simply in order to be sure that he is easy to understand, and does his best to help others whenever he can. Finally, he prefers to wear his robes or warm clothing, as he enjoys soft things.

Name: Samuel Dukes

Title: The Healer

Gender: Male

Age: 38, but looks older

Personality: Samuel is an extremely caring individual, and will do his best to make everyone happy. Hell, the entire reason he became an adventurer was because he wanted to travel around the world, helping the people he finds along the way. Life is an experience, after all, and you should do your best to be experience all you can and find the thing you want to do. Despite these beliefs, however, Samuel never drank, smoked, and he doesn't eat animals for ethical reasons. He is strictly vegetarian, but will not try to restrict others in the same fashion. He never swears, with the strongest words in his vocabulary being "Dang it". He has never hated another person, and loves hearing about their stories - he will very often befriend people and paint pictures of the two of them together, but most of these paintings are given to the other individual since Samuel doesn't have the room to carry around dozens of paintings.

Samuel is very accepting of others, and does his best to be interested in other people's hobbies - if it makes them happy, then they can do it as much as they want. However, Samuel will try to get people interested into his own hobbies - painting, praying, and carpentry. And, while Samuel could be described as loyal, he is kind to nearly everyone he meets, so this is fairly hard to tell.

However, despite the kindness he attempts to spread, Samuel possesses numerous personality faults. He is pacifistic to an extreme, refusing to harm a living creature unless his life is directly threatened. While he won't stop his allies from defending themselves, he will do everything in his power to stop them from killing sentient creatures... Unless they're demonic or undead. Samuel has a deep seeded fear of the undead and demons, which has only been nurtured in his time in the church. Should he encounter someone like this, he will be far different from his usual self, staying as far from them as possible and not protesting against their death. Additionally, he is an extreme traditionalist, believing in rigid gender roles and more outdated ideologies. However, he will be nowhere near as aggressive towards a female adventure as he would to an undead or demonic one. Despite these views, it would be possible to win over Samuel if someone were to try hard enough and remind him that kindness should be given to everyone.

Abilities:
Healing Prayers: Samuel can close minor wounds in seconds, medium sized ones in a minute, large wounds in an hour, and broken bones/fatal wounds in 3-6 hour long prayer sessions. While being healed, a person won't feel any pain and the wound will be considered stabilized, allowing them to continue fighting, but the prayer needs to be completed for the wound to close. Healing leaves no scars and replenishes lost blood, but relies on concentration and time before the wound is closed. Additionally, if Samuel doesn't pray an hour daily, he temporarily loses his power. Additionally, healing fatal wounds require copious amounts of holy objects, and goes along faster if done on holy land. Without any holy objects (Holy water, crosses, silver, etc.), healing magic is far less effective.

While less effective, the prayer can be used to lessen the effects of major illnesses, and can cure minor ones. Nowhere near biblical "cure the lepers" power though.

Bless: Samuel can temporarily bless a person, raising one of their physical attributes significantly, such as making the average man as strong as a college-level wrestler. Blessing a person can be done instantly, but only three people can be blessed at one time.

Skills:
-Persuasion
-Carpentry/woodcarving
-Painting

Gear:
- Robes
- A Holy Book
- Carpentry tools
- Painting tools
- Adult horse (Pericles/"Percy")
- Small wagon
- A Crosier that appears as a simple staff with a golden cross on top

Bio: Samuel was born to an extremely poor family on the outskirts of a large city, where he would spend the next 12 years of life. His mother, a seamstress, died in childbirth, leaving Samuel to be raised by his father, a carpenter. The two were extremely close and, despite their horrible living conditions, Samuel managed to grow fairly well. He was always soft spoken, eve as a child, and this trait was only encouraged from his kindly father. Living in the dregs of society, you had to help each other to survive. Life, while difficult, was an enjoyable experience, and Samuel was never in need of anything. He lived his life plainly, and planned on becoming a carpenter in order to help his father pay the growing bills. That all changed when he turned 11.

Samuel, having only turned 11 a month prior, commenced his day as he normally did; he went to buy the groceries. His father worked very hard, and while he was not particularly good at them, Samuel took over the woman's work. Samuel's father always apologized, and told him that he was sorry for forcing his son to do something his mother or sister should do, and this clear distinction between the expectations of men and women that his father presented later manifested in Samuel as his light sexism. Despite this, Samuel was glad to do the more feminine jobs - He couldn't help his father any other way, and his father already worked hard to support Samuel. Even on the days he didn't have work, every Sunday, he still taught the boy the trade secrets in order to prepare him for his future career. But back to the groceries - Every day, before going to school, Samuel always went to the local butchers to buy meat - the family didn't have any way to keep meat fresh, and couldn't afford a chicken coup, so this was their only option. It was the same as it was any other day - buying from the cheaper, "aged" meats with the money his father left on the counter, and making his way towards the door after the owner stopped doting over him. This time, however it was different - before he managed to leave the small meat shop, explosions that sounded like they were only a few blocks away resonated throughout the store. The explosions continued for what felt like an eternity, but were actually only 30 seconds.

Finally, after the constant sounding of explosives stopped, Samuel stayed in the store for nearly an hour, the owner giving him dried meat for free to calm the crying child. Finally, when all seemed safe, Samuel left the shop, quickly making his way to his home. He planned to hide in the basement for the rest of the day, skipping school entirely. When he arrived to several smoking craters, he realized where the explosions were. His house, several other homes in the area, and a small government building. Later, Samuel would find out that the explosions were caused by a demonologist, attempting to gather souls to summon demons. The terrorist was captured soon after the event, and Samuel was sent to an orphanage, the place he would spend the next year of life.

The orphanage had a higher standard of living then his old home, but that didn't matter. The man who had raised Samuel the past 11 years of his life was gone. Samuel was a hopeless wreck the next year - he rarely ate, spending most of his time in his room making sculptures and paintings of his father and him, or sleeping to ignore the loss. The other children admired his artistic skill. and several became friends with him. Despite this, he never really spent much time with them, only pretending to be happy when they were around. Days passed without difference, the only thing telling them apart being the weather outside and the work of art he was making. Even with this depression, he never wanted to kill himself. His father always told him to never give up, so he was going to keep on living. For his father's sake. That was until 3 robed men arrived to the school, little over one year since Samuel first came to the orphanage.

None of the children knew the purpose for why the men were there - some believed they were going to adopt someone, others thought they would kill them. Neither was true - the men systematically met with each child, placed their hand against a crystal ball, and moved on to the next. They never showed any expression with the children, and they did the same with Samuel. As suddenly as they arrived, they left, having went through the process with each child. 3 weeks later, more robed men appeared - although, their were far more of them. Some wore the robes of the mages, some were dressed in furs like the druids of the west. Several children were adopted. Samuel was one of them, being picked by a priestly man in white and gold robes. They then left the city that Samuel spent the last 12 years in, to parts unknown. The journey took little over 2 weeks by wagon, but they finally arrived - a small, ordinary village far to the east of the city that Samuel grew up in. Job, the man that had adopted Samuel, talked with him the whole way there, telling him of their new life and the way of god. Samuel was special - the robed men that first appeared in the orphanage were testing the magical affinities of the orphans, looking for new members of the magical orders. Apparently, Samuel was the most pious of the orphans, despite never touching the holy book in his life. He was to be trained by the church, and use his powers in gods just name. Despite the despair that clouded his heart, Samuel was happy. He would finally be useful, if not to his dad, then to the people.

Samuel was quickly given a high level of education, being taught multiplication and comprehending the holy book. Hours a day were spent in prayer, and Samuel, after a year long study, was finally taught basic holy magic. Samuel's affinity for other magics were nonexistent, making things like fireballs an impossibility, but he was tutored heavily in the art of healing, spending the first few years of his new life dissecting and healing small animals. His first human subject was the villages hunter, whom was accidentally shot by a group of elves passing the area. The wound was minor, but the elves were apologetic and did not want to leave without helping the man they shot. A few tense hours later, the wound was closed, and the elves were offered a night in the village to rest. Samuel, slowly but surely, was growing out of his depression.

Job was an interesting man - he never spoke violently, always careful with his words and planning what he says. He spoke eloquently, and it would be difficult to think he ever disliked someone in his life. He always assisted the other villagers, and spoke highly of the lord, preaching that everyone deserved a second chance. While Samuel took his sayings to heart, he always kept the hidden hatred inside of him. He despised demons. The holy book clearly said that every problem was caused, directly or indirectly, by them. The undead were the same - products of the dark arts that sought to corrupt the world. Of course, Samuel never told a soul of his hidden beliefs. He even was repulsed with himself for having them. The church, the people who saved and gave him a new life, taught their children to respect and love everyone. But Samuel couldn't help but despise the unholy. He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't risk someone finding out he had sin in his heart. So, he kept it hidden, not even mentioning it when he was praying for forgiveness.

Samuel proved his helpfulness by the time he was 20 - he had finished all his studies, was a strong young man, and was proficient not only with carpentry, but also the holy book. Samuel was able to heal small wounds in minutes, and moderate ones in only a few hours of reciting verses from the book. He repaired damage that occurred to buildings and vehicles, and had even been given the honor of painting famous scenes from the holy book on the walls of the church. Samuel was finally over the death of his father and, while Samuel misses him dearly, he understands that his father would not want him to wallow in self pity for the rest of his life. Samuel was a man. He continued his practice of the holy book, and took over preaching from the old Job. Job proceeded to spend his days relaxing, until he died 5 years later, at the age of 74. Samuel continued to remain in the village, doing the same things until he eventually reached the age of 38. That was when he had a dream - a realization, a prophecy. He was just like he was in the orphanage - sure, he was happier, but he did the same thing every single day, without any difference between the days that passed. His life was passing him by like a bolt of lighting, and he wasn't doing anything to stop it. He needed the thing that changed his life 26 years ago. He neded a change of scenery.

Barely a week later, his bags all packed and the villagers alerted, Samuel left the small village he spent the most of his life in. The entire population of 103 people came to see him off, and visiting Job's grave before he left, Samuel departed the village. The wagon was pulled by his favorite horse in the village, Pericles, whom the stable master had given to Samuel as a departing gift. The fact that the villagers cared for him deeply moved his heart, and he was sure to alert the church that a new priest was needed at the village. After three weeks of travel, he had finally arrived to his destination. The city he had grown up in. The next few days were spent getting his papers in order, and deciding his new, exciting career; adventurer. Finally, 5 days after entering the city, he made his way to the local tavern to find companions, which he did. But there was a familiar face among them - the elf, whom had stayed at his village over 2 decades ago, was there. After some thoughtful reminiscing, Samuel was told the elf had become a merchant, and was in search of people to undergo a... secret mission to the nearby ruins. Ignorant of the suspicious request, Samuel quickly agreed to help Timothy, his new companions joining in to make a few quick coins.

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