Amon Blackfish

[jadewillow]

Full Name: Amon Blackfish
Age: 35
Class(es) :Paladin
Race: Human
Alignment: LG
Diety: Aeridin

6'2""
225 lbs
Bald
Green Eyes
Red Beard (on occasion)

Amon Blackfish was the only child of a middle class working family from the east side of Hlint. Amon's mother was involved in the local schools system for educating the town's youth. She volunteered to teach history and language on a part time basis at the local school. She was also heavily involved in the town's social network, and took to weaving and knitting with the local non-professional artisans group in town. Every other weekend, she (and a group of other mothers from town) would head to the market to sell their goods.

Amon's father was an administrator for the town's militia. Primarily he was responsible for making sure the town's militia was adequately supplied and did much of the contract work with neighboring town’s militia for shared defense. From time to time, he would run weapons and armor from town to town (all legal of course) in an effort to raise funds for the militia. On one particular trip to Fort Hope, his supply band was attacked by large number of zombies and shades while passing through The Broken Forest. Amon's father stood his ground while the others in his group made it to safety. He made a valiant stand, but was unable to fight off the threat, and perished in the attempt. His body was retrieved a few days later and burned in a nearby village to avoid the spreading of disease.

Amon was only 12 when his mother gave him the news the day after the tragedy. He was old enough to know that his father was not returning, and, as a result, retreated deeply into himself. He did not show signs of recovery for months. His mother was terribly worried about him, and, as a result, enlisted the help of the local clergy from the Temple of Aeridin. Amon was beyond reach for the first couple months and remained silent during daily sessions with the clergy. It was not until Amon overheard one of the Elder’s from the temple dispatch a group of Lightbringers to knock back a recent uprising of undead in nearby Grey Peaks. Amon’s anger finally came to the surface, and he stood up said “Make me a Lightbringer!. They shall pay for the murder of my father-- EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM !!!”

Thus began Amon’s recovery. It took almost a year before Amon’s anger was under control to the point that he could begin a formal apprenticeship with the temple. With his mother’s blessing and in time, Amon learned the futility of his desire for revenge. Instead, it was eclipsed by a disciplined and rational understanding of the cycle of life. All unnatural prolonging of life is an affront to the great cycle, and should be ended without prejudice.

[Leanthar]

Approved.