Name: Riddley Walker

Age: 52

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Birthplace: Riddleport

Appearance:Black hair that is currently fading out into grey. A scar that cuts across his right cheek cleanly, it is fairly faded which suggests it was gained a rather long time ago. About 5'11, more build in the shoulders, but looks to be about 180 pounds. Grey holy vestments of the god Asmodeus adorns his person. Followed underneath it, a chain shirt for protection. Large, red, with black runes sewed into, he wears a travelling tunic that falls just above his ankles. Iron gauntlets that look well used adorn his hands, boots look to be about the same. He carries with a heavy crossbow with a dozen bolts in a sling on his back. On his belt he carries two throwing axes, which seem to be freshly sharpened.

Abilities

Physical skill: Is not as skilled in the arts of combat as some are but is more than enough to be capable of holding his own for an extended period of time to hold of others. He prefers to stay a distance with a crossbow. Being old does not diminish his skill, but he tends to like to wake up without anymore aches than necessary. He carries the Throwing axes more as a melee based weapon. He can hold and use them well, but is generally nowhere near as promising as a warrior or a fighter.

Magical skill:
Through his connection to his diety he draws upon his zeal and divine forces to pass judgement upon his enemies and allies for a variety of effects, Such as healing, protection,destruction, purity, or even to smite foes. Although this ability is generally reserved for tough battles due to strain.
Racial skill: None

History: Riddley being of normal birth and even being raised normally, he never would have expected the turn of events that would lead him down his destined path. He had settled down in his early twenties, took a wife, and had 2 sons. His village, although small, all knew each other and cared...but things were not to last. A war had come upon them. Two great nations were trading blows and the battle had spilled over into the country. His village was but unfortunate accident in the glory of war. During the battle that consumed his village, an avatar of the god Asmodeus saw an oppurtunity, he simply asked for what he wanted, Riddley, not well versed in the ways of the world quickly asked that the battle end. And so it did...the battle ended in an instant, as the enemy commander lay slain. But as the man searched the wartorn ranks for his family...he only found their corpses. The Avatar grinned and offered him a contract. He would personally release the souls of his family if he served Asmodeous faithfully until his dying day. So a bargain was struck once more as he was built to seek out and destroy the enemies of his faith without pause.

Personality:
He has something akin to a split personality, While he is on a mission for his faith he seeks out with a single-minded determination that some say is as cold as ice from the highest peaks or the darkest depths. When he is not a mission, he seeks repetance in his own way. He tries to be best person he can be without endangering his contract with his diety. He tends to be more casual he is quick with wit and sharp of tongue, but in all things he humbles himself...or tries to.

Companions: currently none.

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