Gaibun (pronounced Gaib-un)
Name: Gaibun
Age: 25
Class: Cleric
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Vorax
2 domains (if cleric): Good and War
Stepping out through the door, and onto the beautifully crafted step leading from the temple, a man can be seen, with his eyes closed, looking up at the sky. As you stare at him he suddenly lowers his head and greets your gaze, with that of his own. He chuckles as you look startled and attempt to act as if you weren’t looking at him, but he doesn’t mind, just gives you a warm smile and begins walking towards your stall.
“Those look like lovely apples” he says cheerfully as you gaze at him.
You look at him with a rather empty head, and as he looks at you he waves his hands in front of your eyes to try and get a reaction. Grabbing an apple, he pulls out some gold coins and places them in your hand. You reply with a nod, and as he turns the hut round the corner you finally come out with what you were going to say, “I like apples”. As you come out with it, as if to no one, and old woman looks at you and begins to wonder why people call her weird when you’re much weirder than she is.
You start to wonder why it was that you felt so inferior while standing next to a man was no taller than 5’9”, but the only reason you can think of is that you thought he was going to hit you, although you knew this was stupid, and the thing that always sticks with you is how kind his eyes looked.
With the gentle sounds of the fragrant breeze, rustling the fully bloomed flowers and leaves, sat a small house. 25 years ago, a young boy was born there. His father had once been a warrior, but now days the closest he gets to a fight is trying to get his belt round his gut. His mother was a florist when she was alive, much loved by those who know her, but she died giving birth to the boy. That’s also the day that the boys father began to put weight on. With the death of his dear wife, the father struggled looking after the boy. He found that alone, he just couldn’t cope. The man struggled along; the baby was now a young toddler of 2 years old. It was then that the father’s saviour came along. A dwarf, an old adventuring partner of the fathers was looking for some time to relax, and wanted to visit his good old friend and see how he was doing.
Opening the door to the house, the dwarf saw the father sitting at the table holding his head in his hands, and as he felt a tug, he also noticed a toddler tugging at his beard with a wide grin on his face. The dwarf grabbed the young child, placing him on his left shoulder and walked over to the father. A few days months later, as the dwarf stayed around, the father was back on his feet and back to his chirpy self. Well…almost.
A household of a middle aged father, a 30 stone dwarf, and a young toddler was indeed a very strange household, but strangely, things went pretty smoothly…
Due to the boy’s upbringing, he was taught how to fight with any weapons that were given to him. The dwarf being a big follower in Vorax, and the father being a mild follower of Vorax, the boy going in any other route than a fighter was pretty darn slim.
As the boy began to mature, to around 15 or 16 years old, the lad and the dwarf started to spar more seriously, although the dwarf was a lot more battle experienced and the spar was rather one sided, but the purpose of the spar was to teach the boy how to battle. The odd time the father joined in to, trying to even the odds against the dwarf, but as you can guess that never really went to well as the dwarf was a heck of a fighter. Many years of training the lad went through, but it was the happiest time of his life.
Being a strict follower of Vorax, the boy has never fought a proper battle in his life, but then up to this point his never needed to. On the boys 18th birthday, he decided it was time he went in a different direction to his father, and the dwarf who he feels could just have well been his father, as he had a strong bond with both of them.
It was on the eve of his birthday that he told them, his closest friends and family that he wanted to become a cleric of Vorax, to make sure that whenever people got into battles, they realised that it was for a reason, and never for fun.
His father and the dwarf were proud of him. They knew that he was going one step further than them, although they believed in Vorax, they never followed him to the code, but due to the boy’s upbringing, the boy realised the true meaning to battle.
With his father and the dwarf, the boy set out towards the closest temple of Vorax. Not knowing how to read or write when he first arrived, he spent more than most at the temple, although due to his passion towards the ways of Vorax, he learnt pretty quickly, in the sum of about 2 years he was able to read the simpler texts of Vorax.
Praying was something he did everyday before he slept. Loyalty to Vorax meant that he was rewarded with divine powers, so that if he ever ran into trouble, or those in trouble, he would have the means of helping with more than just brute strength, and what more of a just reason to enter combat than to help others.
Although he had learnt so much from his father and the dwarf, his time at the temple really opened his eyes towards the ways of Vorax. 7 years after he joined, and numerous visits from the dwarf and his father, the boy who joined the temple, left as a man, and not just any man, but a Cleric of Vorax.
The first thing he did when he left was to take a deep breath, look towards the sky, and compliment a pretty young girl selling fruit. He was honoured to be a follower of Vorax, and with skip in his step, he made his way to his old house, told his father and the dwarf of his plans, and began his journey, heading out into the world, to teach others the way of Vorax and the true meaning of combat.
Arriving in a trading town, he fell asleep next to a temple of Islare, resting by a fountain, and as he slept, he had a dream, a dream of which he felt that we was really there…awakening from the dream, his adventure truly begins….
1/ I have read and understood the information on Vorax and I will do my utmost best to role-play a cleric of Vorax
2/ Growing up with a Dwarf and an ex-fighter as his parents means that Gaibun is a devoted follower of Vorax and believes that no battle should be fought without a just and worthwhile cause, like to protect the innocent and vulnerable.
3/ Gaibun was trained with several different types of weapons and because of that, he does use a battle axe, but due to his lack of proper battle experience so far, he hasn’t got a weapon that he favours, so although a battle axe will most probably be one of his weapons of choice, he may also use various other weapons, although that will work out through role-playing and from the guidance of the people he meets in game. He wears heavy armour, supporting the colours of Vorax.
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