Appearance: Stands a little taller than most men, has pale skin and brown eyes. Has squareish features and has long black hair tied in a ponytail that stops between his shoulder blades. 

Name: Dorje Gyaltsen

Age: appears to be in his mid twenties

Class: Monk

Skills/Magick: acrobatics, unarmed combat, stone lends him physical strength and willpower in times of great need. 

Personality: While impatient by the standards of his father, Dorje has been known to lose fights while trying to analyze his opponent; he does not usually take action unless action is required. He is intelligent and wise, but does not know much of the outside world other than what the monastery windows showed him. He is a quiet man, but not an unpleasant one, he thinks things should be said only when they need to be. He can be arrogant at times, as he thinks he leads a more pious life than others; but knows how to show kindness to those who need it. 

Weapons: 
A short bo staff, which can be split in two to provide two shorter fighting sticks

Equipment
Basic necessitites (water, bedroll)
Black stone medallion blessed by his father, head monk.
Simple cloth pants and a long sleeved shirt, cloth fingerless gloves, shoes. 


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Dorje Gyaltsen sat across from his father on a small mat.

“Dorje, you have proceeded far in the Great Teachings, but you are impatient. We must find out who this mysterious individual is, and what he wants from you before you walk into something you are not prepared for.” 

“Kunchen, you know the darkness that has crept upon the land, we’ve all felt the presence of this evil; and I for one cannot stand idly by while the world is thrown into chaos,” 

“And what am I to do if you meet your death on this quest, hmm? Not only do I lose a son and successor, this haven loses its most valuable tool for protection!”

Kunchen stood slowly, walking on old, tired legs to the window of Chardak-lan, the largest monastery in the world. A cold wind blew from the west, carrying with it the smell of ash and death. “If this is your conviction, and if this quest is truly to purge this darkness, then you may go with my blessing.”

Dorje bowed low. “I will go prepare for the journey.” As he turned to leave, he heard his father’s voice.

“Dorje, wait.” He drew a black stone from around his neck and clasped it in his hands, holding it out to Dorje. “May the strength of our people go with you, and may your enemies not rise above you.” The stone glowed slightly blue before fading to black again. 

He took the amulet and placed it round his neck, feeling a subtle warmth from it. “I shall return when the journey is complete.”
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