Post by Salyavin Atrios on Sept 18, 2024 15:45:45 GMT -6
"And so the conflict of the gods plays out not in Elysium, but here, the Prime Material Plane. Proxies in a war that started before mankind trod the ground. I ask you the worth of a single mortal life for a good reason. The endless war between Shar and Selune played out across time has lead to many deaths, thousands sacrificed in many campaigns and battles. I have recorded the names of both Selunites and Sharrans on my scroll, sending them to their final resting place, as is my duty. Tell me, once victory is yours in a hypothetical scenario, was it worth the cost of their lives, the squandering of their potential? Or are you intelligent enough perhaps, to know that there is no end to it. So, my question is two-fold, no matter how heretical it may be. What is the worth of a single mortal life to your goddess... And what is the point of your war if it cannot be won?" Salyavin Atrios to Dame Alylin, daughter of Selune.
Name: Salyavin Atrios
Alias: The Last Scribe (Due to being a Cleric to a god no longer worshipped)
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Elf (Half-Human, Half High-Elf)
Date of Birth: 12th Alturiak 1479 DR (Faerunian Calendar)
Place of Birth: Waterdeep, Sword Coast, Faerun, The Forgotten Realms
Friends/Allies: Withers (Avatar of the Scribe of the Dead Jergal, the deity Salyavin prays to), Origin Characters of Baldur's Gate 3 (Gale Dekarios, Karlach Cliffgate, Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Wyll Ravenguard), Halsin (First Druid of the Emerald Grove).
Enemies: The Dark Urge (In timelines where he embraces his murderous drive instead of resists it), Orin the Red, The Dead Three (Bane, god of tyranny, Bhaal, god of murder and Myrkul, god of decay) and their worshippers, The Absolute and it's cult, the Illithid/Mind Flayer species.
Physical Appearance: Black shoulder length hair, pale porcelain skin, sharp pointy ears, soft nose and a gentle jawline, thin eyebrows and a scar on his cheek from the crashing of the Nautiloid. Slender build, 5 foot 11, muscular but thin. Predominantely wears leather armour embossed with the symbol of a skull biting a scroll, the religious symbol of his god, Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. Usually carries a gold quill with self-producing ink and a scroll of parchment with him. Outside of combat, he wears black, flowing vestments with a hood and hidden pockets, made of fine gossamer thread and silk, multiple layers of black fabric with poison green accents. There is a medallion of the symbol of Jergal around his neck, made from gold. His irises range from emerald green to a light poison green in the right light.
Personality: A calm and placcid man who initially shows no strong emotion, merely observing events as they happen. Devoted to his mission to observe and witness those who woud otherwise die alone, to witness and honour their passing if possible as well as record their deaths in his scroll, the name, method of death, deity (if known) and their destination in the afterlife. Outside of his duties as an Underaker, Salyavin is a rather intelligent man, often not voicing his opinion unless he is certain he has enough knowledge or can make a solid enough guess to contribute. While his religion and duties are an important part of his life, they do not consume him entirely. Salyavin is known to enjoy chocolate when he can get his hands on it and partakes in strategy games, being a very proficient tactician when required, even if he dislikes actual combat since taking life is not part of his mission. He is a pragmatic individual, opting to focus on an objective that would benefit the majority, even if it meant being counterintuitive to his own safety and freedom and is not afraid to leave someone to their fate if it was too late to save them, or if they were fated to die. He prefers to remain in the background and "observe, note, collate, and then conclude" before he acts. Although unwilling to throw himself into conflicts that he has no part in personally initially, Salyavin was willing to fight to ensure the safety of those who could not defend themselves, such as preventing the druid Kagha from expelling the Tieflings form the Emerald Grove where their lives would be in great danger from a local camp of goblins, telling her that the action would be "sheer murder" and saying he would stop her by force if necessary.
Special Abilities: Channel Divinity, Divine Magic.
Strengths: Intelligent, Logical, Compassionate, Loyal, Steadfast
Weaknesses: Hesitant, Distant/Cold, Overintrospective, Slow to Act.
Weapons: Hidden up his sleeve or sometimes worn openly on his hip is a +2 magical dagger with a vial for it's hilt called Requiem that injects whoever it stabs with Purple Worm Poison, a highly dangerous neurotoxin.
Occupation: Healer (He has some healing magic as a Cleric, but is hesitant to revive the dead since that goes against the teachings of Jergal), Cleric (Can perform funerary rites for the deceased as well as spiritual and moral guidance.)
Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Religion: Undertaker (Someone who worships Jergal)
Politics: Democratic (Normally apolitical, but if thrust into a time or place where there is obvious suffering as the result of fascism or a dictatorship, he will intercede.)
Likes: Chocolate, Solitude, Meditation, Philosophy, Chess, Drawing, Coffee
Dislikes: Liches/The Undead, Oranges, Those Who Worship the Dead Three, Mind Flayers, Hypocrites
History: Born in the city of Waterdeep in 1479 to a half-elf father and a human mother, Salyavin never knew his birth parents. His father died fighting a red dragon that attacked a nearby settlement while his mother was 7 months pregnant. Without money, she was evicted from her property and gave birth to her child in a back alleyway, using the last of her strength to wrap the infant in her cloak to keep him war before bleeding to death as a result of the pregnancy. He was found by a Paladin and Cleric of Selune, the high-elf Dantalian and his husband, Marcus Atrios. Praying for and giving his mother a proper burial since it had been too long to revivify her, they took the infant in and gave him the name Salyavin, the name meaning "the silver light dancing amidst the flow of water", thanking Selune for answering their prayers in a roundabout way as the men had married and always wanted children, unable to concieve them biologically. Raised in the Temples of Selune, Salyavin grew up cared for and happy, often exploring with other children in the town or adventuring on his own, with one of his father's doing missions for the temple while the other stayed home to raise him.
At the age of 9, due to bullying from some of the more intolerant members of the community, he began to wonder about who his mother was. Having recently moved to near the River Chionthar, he accidentally found a derelict crypt and went a little too deep inside. Accidentally awakening some undead servants, he believed he might die as his innate magic was not enough to stop them, before a calm voice sent the undead guards back to sleep and he encountered a skeletal figure. Discussing why he was here and what had happened, Salyavin realised that if he did not change his path, he would likely die fighting the Sharrans and wanted to witness those who died alone, like his mother in the alleyway as the figure, who would later reunite with Salyavin 22 years later showed him the events of his birth. Believing Jergal to be the true God of Death and declaring the Dead Three to be the ultimate heretics, he gained a new deity and a new holy mission as one of the very few living Clerics of Jergal left. He returned home as Withers instructed and grew, being sent on his pilgrimage to witness and record the names of the deceased and ensure their passing into the afterlife was smooth, becoming a devout and powerful cleric who walked Faerun alone, ocassionally joining the odd adventuring group if they were going his way for companionship, offering his magical healing ability in exchange for food or helping them with stopping evil undead in exchange for shelter.
Name: Salyavin Atrios
Alias: The Last Scribe (Due to being a Cleric to a god no longer worshipped)
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Species: Half-Elf (Half-Human, Half High-Elf)
Date of Birth: 12th Alturiak 1479 DR (Faerunian Calendar)
Place of Birth: Waterdeep, Sword Coast, Faerun, The Forgotten Realms
Friends/Allies: Withers (Avatar of the Scribe of the Dead Jergal, the deity Salyavin prays to), Origin Characters of Baldur's Gate 3 (Gale Dekarios, Karlach Cliffgate, Astarion, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Wyll Ravenguard), Halsin (First Druid of the Emerald Grove).
Enemies: The Dark Urge (In timelines where he embraces his murderous drive instead of resists it), Orin the Red, The Dead Three (Bane, god of tyranny, Bhaal, god of murder and Myrkul, god of decay) and their worshippers, The Absolute and it's cult, the Illithid/Mind Flayer species.
Physical Appearance: Black shoulder length hair, pale porcelain skin, sharp pointy ears, soft nose and a gentle jawline, thin eyebrows and a scar on his cheek from the crashing of the Nautiloid. Slender build, 5 foot 11, muscular but thin. Predominantely wears leather armour embossed with the symbol of a skull biting a scroll, the religious symbol of his god, Jergal, Scribe of the Dead. Usually carries a gold quill with self-producing ink and a scroll of parchment with him. Outside of combat, he wears black, flowing vestments with a hood and hidden pockets, made of fine gossamer thread and silk, multiple layers of black fabric with poison green accents. There is a medallion of the symbol of Jergal around his neck, made from gold. His irises range from emerald green to a light poison green in the right light.
Personality: A calm and placcid man who initially shows no strong emotion, merely observing events as they happen. Devoted to his mission to observe and witness those who woud otherwise die alone, to witness and honour their passing if possible as well as record their deaths in his scroll, the name, method of death, deity (if known) and their destination in the afterlife. Outside of his duties as an Underaker, Salyavin is a rather intelligent man, often not voicing his opinion unless he is certain he has enough knowledge or can make a solid enough guess to contribute. While his religion and duties are an important part of his life, they do not consume him entirely. Salyavin is known to enjoy chocolate when he can get his hands on it and partakes in strategy games, being a very proficient tactician when required, even if he dislikes actual combat since taking life is not part of his mission. He is a pragmatic individual, opting to focus on an objective that would benefit the majority, even if it meant being counterintuitive to his own safety and freedom and is not afraid to leave someone to their fate if it was too late to save them, or if they were fated to die. He prefers to remain in the background and "observe, note, collate, and then conclude" before he acts. Although unwilling to throw himself into conflicts that he has no part in personally initially, Salyavin was willing to fight to ensure the safety of those who could not defend themselves, such as preventing the druid Kagha from expelling the Tieflings form the Emerald Grove where their lives would be in great danger from a local camp of goblins, telling her that the action would be "sheer murder" and saying he would stop her by force if necessary.
Special Abilities: Channel Divinity, Divine Magic.
Strengths: Intelligent, Logical, Compassionate, Loyal, Steadfast
Weaknesses: Hesitant, Distant/Cold, Overintrospective, Slow to Act.
Weapons: Hidden up his sleeve or sometimes worn openly on his hip is a +2 magical dagger with a vial for it's hilt called Requiem that injects whoever it stabs with Purple Worm Poison, a highly dangerous neurotoxin.
Occupation: Healer (He has some healing magic as a Cleric, but is hesitant to revive the dead since that goes against the teachings of Jergal), Cleric (Can perform funerary rites for the deceased as well as spiritual and moral guidance.)
Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Religion: Undertaker (Someone who worships Jergal)
Politics: Democratic (Normally apolitical, but if thrust into a time or place where there is obvious suffering as the result of fascism or a dictatorship, he will intercede.)
Likes: Chocolate, Solitude, Meditation, Philosophy, Chess, Drawing, Coffee
Dislikes: Liches/The Undead, Oranges, Those Who Worship the Dead Three, Mind Flayers, Hypocrites
History: Born in the city of Waterdeep in 1479 to a half-elf father and a human mother, Salyavin never knew his birth parents. His father died fighting a red dragon that attacked a nearby settlement while his mother was 7 months pregnant. Without money, she was evicted from her property and gave birth to her child in a back alleyway, using the last of her strength to wrap the infant in her cloak to keep him war before bleeding to death as a result of the pregnancy. He was found by a Paladin and Cleric of Selune, the high-elf Dantalian and his husband, Marcus Atrios. Praying for and giving his mother a proper burial since it had been too long to revivify her, they took the infant in and gave him the name Salyavin, the name meaning "the silver light dancing amidst the flow of water", thanking Selune for answering their prayers in a roundabout way as the men had married and always wanted children, unable to concieve them biologically. Raised in the Temples of Selune, Salyavin grew up cared for and happy, often exploring with other children in the town or adventuring on his own, with one of his father's doing missions for the temple while the other stayed home to raise him.
At the age of 9, due to bullying from some of the more intolerant members of the community, he began to wonder about who his mother was. Having recently moved to near the River Chionthar, he accidentally found a derelict crypt and went a little too deep inside. Accidentally awakening some undead servants, he believed he might die as his innate magic was not enough to stop them, before a calm voice sent the undead guards back to sleep and he encountered a skeletal figure. Discussing why he was here and what had happened, Salyavin realised that if he did not change his path, he would likely die fighting the Sharrans and wanted to witness those who died alone, like his mother in the alleyway as the figure, who would later reunite with Salyavin 22 years later showed him the events of his birth. Believing Jergal to be the true God of Death and declaring the Dead Three to be the ultimate heretics, he gained a new deity and a new holy mission as one of the very few living Clerics of Jergal left. He returned home as Withers instructed and grew, being sent on his pilgrimage to witness and record the names of the deceased and ensure their passing into the afterlife was smooth, becoming a devout and powerful cleric who walked Faerun alone, ocassionally joining the odd adventuring group if they were going his way for companionship, offering his magical healing ability in exchange for food or helping them with stopping evil undead in exchange for shelter.