Karn Darkbrood
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Name: Sir Ryon Phelps (Goes by Karn Darkbrood)
Age: Fifties
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Paladin/Grayguard
Job: Looking to infiltrate the city guard/black guards
Racial Hostility: None
Physical Description: He has lived a hard life and has not aged well. This lean hard one eyed man has almost as many scars as he does wrinkles criss crossing his face and body, the legacy of countless conflicts. His hair is thin and though mostly white has red flecks throughout, he wears it close cropped. His equipment is always mended meticulously and he looks to be the kind who's more than willing to use it.
Mental State: Perfectly Sane; he knows that sometimes one must traverse the darkness to protect the light.
Sample Paragraph: Many of the others in the order shunned him. They called him honorless, low, cowardly, and a hypocrite. What noble paladin would lower himself to lie, cheat, and steal? Those are the tactics of the enemy!
"Forgive me father for I have sinned..."
Ryon New Better, ever since he had first joined the Most Radiant Heart he had watched countless times as evildoers prayed upon the weak and helpless, doing almost as they pleased while the order with its tenants and oaths prevented him from showing them the true meaning of justice.
"How long since your last confession?"
One of the council members had sensed his turmoil and showed him a new path, a path of true justice where he would be free to show each evil doer the suffering and misery they spread to the world.
"It has only been a few days father."
Empowered by the light to do unto evil before it does onto others. Ever since he had embraced his new cause he had done whatever it took to ensure that the sun would rise another day; he had killed, tortured, lied, and cheated to thwart the plans of the enemy.
"What is it you wish to speak of my son?"
But now he wondered if it had left a black mark upon his soul, one he could never remove. How had the darkness that he had time and again marched into with impunity touched his soul? He knew that he did the work of the heavens in ways that most of her servants could not; but had he damned himself for eternity for the sins he perpetrated against those undeserving of the lights mercy?
"I have had dark thoughts, I have meditated on torture and murder. There is a man I know of, he takes children in the night and... you know all the rest father."
The false priest had no time to respond, the gauntleted fist of the knight punched through the thin wood that seperated them and grapsed him firmly by the throat. Ryon watched the look of surprise change to a look of sheer panic as the false cleric realized he was about to die. He uttered a croak, prompting the Grayguard to squeeze harder. He peared into the face of his executioner and Ryon new all he would find there was true justice, the gods cried out for revenge and he was thier vessel.
Forgive me oh lord, for I have sinned... again
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