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Name: Caspian Fleiyril
Age: 25 years old.
Class: Cleric
Gender: Male
Length(in meters): 1.70
Race: Human
Character Perk: Focus. Impossible to interrupt while casting in combat.
Character Flaw: Has disadvantages in actions while not in the presence of a friendly part member within seeing distance.
Appearance:
Caspian’s features lean slightly towards feminine, as unlike most men, he hadn’t developed evident muscles and also lacks a strong jawline. He’s a bit lanky, but not exactly too thin. He’s on the pale side too, with light brown hair that barely reaches his shoulders, and vivid green eyes that almost seems luminous. His lips often naturally quirk into a light smile, and generally has a trust worthy physique – as he doesn’t really look very threatening.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Stats


STR(Strength) = 9
DEX(Dexterity) = 12
CON(Constitution) = 9
INT(Intelligence) = 12
WIS(Wisdom) = 18
CHR(Charisma) = 14

Skills:


Alchemy [50]

Heal [50] - The ability to help someone recover from wounds or debilitating conditions, including disease, without the use of spells.

Survival [50] - Skill dealing with living off the land.

Streetwise [20] - Skill concerning being 'smart' in the streets, finding information, and avoiding dangers.

Diplomacy [25]

Abilities:


Aura of healing [10-20] - When this aura is cast, magical healing energiesn is concentrated and focused to affect the surrounding area. It's a delayed healing spell that heals a fraction of what a normal spell would, but does so continuously over time. This is mentally draining, so at some point can no longer be maintained. [2 hours tops duration, for now]

Spells:


Restoration [20] - Restores lost strength.
Create Food and Water [10]
Cure Wounds [20-50] - Cure wounds ranging from light cuts to serious injuries.
Cure Diseases [30]
Remove Curse [30]
Barkskin [20] - Gives the recipient a 'tougher skin', thus giving him/her/it a natural armor.
Detect Poison [30]

Items


Armour:
His outfit is not something that would stand out in a tavern, or in a crowd, or so he would like to think. His ‘armour’ consists of nothing but a white shirt and dark grey pants, topped with a sleek black cloak that’s short enough to not touch the ground, but long enough to reach past his knees. The cloak’s main function is against the sun, really, as it functions well enough to hide him from the heat. It can be used against the cold, but not as good as it does against the sun’s rays. He wears black short boots with it all.
Weapons:
A silver dagger: One that has a black smooth wooden sheath. It’s very sharp. Not high quality, but good enough for him, as he isn’t that proficient in handling it. It’s more for self-defence, and not for attacking.
Items:
A pendant: Or more specifically, a clear teardrop-shaped crystal hanging off a silver metal chain. It glows a flickering white light at night, the intensity of a candle, only it gives off a white light. It can be used to illuminate very dark caverns. It was a gift from his bestfriend when he was younger.
A sling bag : A bit torn on the edges, and just big enough to not look awkwardly too large for him. Very durable and tough.
A silver flask : For holding water, or other liquids.
Bandages : Self-explanatory.
Healing Potion, Light [6]: Tiny diamond-shaped glass vials, intended for emergency situations. Mainly used for blood replenishing and closing of wounds.
Gold: 0GP
Miscellaneous:

Biography


Caspian Fleiyril learned healing out of necessity.

He had been an orphan, left by his mother who died the second he was born, and left by a father whom he knows not of. It wasn’t that bad, really, as the place he ended up in didn’t withheld any food nor any basic necessities. He was raised in an orphanage along with too many others. He had always been a bit quiet, and he was very behaved and listened to the nuns that ran the orphanage. As much as the nuns tried to indoctrinate them into believing some god, he didn’t become a believer. He followed their rules, though, as much as he could, until the day came where they all parted ways. At the age of 10, all orphans have to leave to find their roles in the world, or something like that – as the nuns often say. It was normal in their world. The funds that kept the orphanage running were limited to a certain amount of children.

Caspian didn’t think of it as cruel, as if it wasn’t for the orphanage he got in, he might have set out into the real world sooner. He tries to see it in a positive light.

He got out of the orphanage with a friend, one of his six roommates; a kid named Nikolas. Nik was a boy who was far bigger and stronger than him, louder and much more vibrant, with flaming red hair and arms that have too many scars. Nik thought that getting out of the orphanage was an adventure, and for the half part, it was true. They both got odd jobs from different people, in various locations. While Nik learned how to brawl, carry things that were larger than him, and occasionally steal, Caspian learned from a withering old man the basics of healing, while he became a helper of sorts. His friend, or best friend, got into petty fights too much with his short temper, and in the end he couldn’t help but feel obligated to learn certain things to help the only one who stayed when everyone else left. He learned steadily under the watchful eye of a mysterious old man who never gave a name.

It was a harsh world they lived in, he realized around that time.

They lived in different places, sometimes bad sometimes nice, often in streets and such, until the old man whom Caspian was learning healing spells from finally croaked out, leaving him with nothing but books regarding healing. He thought it was odd, how an old man like the Old Man died despite knowing so much wonderful things. They left that village and headed towards the forest then – because Nik stole too many things, and Caspian learned enough already. They were fifteen then.

The forest they entered, they stayed in for a full year. They lost track of time in the damp dark forest, because the second they came inside, they easily lost their way. Back when they were wandering into villages and cities, Nik functioned as the one who got the money. Caspian was useless, as he couldn’t be hired as a helper to carry things because he was weak, and because he didn’t look sturdy enough to be able to handle work. He looked like he was made of glass, as Nik often says, so he was confined into reading and practicing spells. However, the forest they mistakenly entered was dangerous, and Caspian’s knowledge and skills in healing came to a test many times. He learned about herbs and poisons, and different forest things, because of how close they were to nature itself – which either helped them or tried to kill them. There were days where he was so exhausted with using spells that he started to lose consciousness, but it was alright, he often thought then – because at least he would die with someone who has stuck with him so far. The time in the forest proved that Nik could depend on him.

Caspian Fleiyhil found a loyal friend in a boy named Nikolas, and they stayed that way until adulthood. They made other friends one they got out of the forest, too, but they stuck to each other. Their party of two became eight before he even knew it. They were the perfect partners in crime, before it all. Nik knew nothing of the things Caspian knows, and Caspian knows nothing of what Nik knew. However, as the years slowly gone by, Caspian failed to realize how he had grown more and more dependent each year. None in their company knew how to heal, but they all knew how to fight. He was the only Cleric, the healer of the group, and they kept it that way. He was kept out of harm’s way, and thus he didn’t even realize how he was completely disregarding important things – like how to fight, because Nik was his best friend, and it wasn’t like they were going to separate, right?

Caspian was deadly loyal. Nik progressed from an adventurous kid into a cruel man who fought and killed for money and selfish reasons, but Caspian only saw the kid who got bruises on his arms from working to feed himself and his friend. It was alright, all the bad things that Nik did, because Nik was his friend. They got through hard times together, and nothing could change that.

At the age of 19, he was the prized healer of a group of mercenaries lead by his closest friend. He spends half of his share in money donating to the orphanage of whatever town or city they were in, while the other half was spent for their group, for food mostly. He was often gifted with books for healing, and about herbs and things. He wasn’t fond of reading them, but they were often given as gifts, so he read and learned them all on his own pace. There were times he was offered by other people to work for them instead, but he turned them all down, because he was focused in his group. His group of friends were far from being nice people, but that was fine with him, because they accepted him and they never left. They were his friends. His. Everything else that doesn’t belong to him doesn’t matter that much.
He likes his life, truly, because it was simple. He liked spending time with his friends, laughing around a bonfire, and just trying to make it through every single day. It didn’t matter if all his friends committed sins, because what mattered to him was that it was fun being with them, scraping through life.
Caspian had been remaining silent and observing for awhile, listening as the other two conscious men talked. He was quite unsurprised that the unknown male introduced himself as a mage, as they weren't that rare from where he was. Yes, he had encountered a few mages here and there, but then again had never been one to talk to anyone outside his small circle of friends and thus never truly got to know one. The books were often the giveaways, and some had odd trinkets and what not.

He had moved and walked closer when Raikon and the man named Dacheus proceeded to try to get to the gem. Along that time, Raikon mentioned his position, the words and names not ringing a bell. He also watched as they failed soon enough in the gem acquiring, in a non-spectacular way. He couldn't help but feel like, if they were his friends, he would have been snickering at the failure and offering comfort after. When Dacheus demanded to be let go, he walked over and decided to stand in close talking distance. Seeing other people struggle and try to make sense of whatever they were in managed to calm him down a bit. He wasn't alone in it.

"Kalakyth is in , North of Dulyns." Caspian answered Raikon's question after the long thinking he had, trying to make himself remember all the countries and continents he studied before. He then turned his eyes towards the mage whom he had yet to introduce himself to, when he failed to remember all. He ignored the ridiculousness of the situation.

"I'm Caspian Fleiyril. I'm a healer, or a cleric in other terms. I would say it's nice to meet you, but this isn't nice at all." He said truthfully.

Honestly, he didn't know what else to say or do, so he just stared awkwardly. He didn't want to offer help, really, since it looked like even the help of a captain wasn't sufficient. What more could he do?
Caspian mentally counted his breaths, slowly being successful in calming himself. It was just the confusion, he tells himself, of waking up in the company of beings whom he did not recognize. He listened as the man named Raikon spoke, taking into account how apparently both of them knew nothing of the place they were currently in. It gave him a sense of slight relief that he wasn't alone in his current predicament. Information taken in, the new dominant question in his mind was what or who exactly brought them there. If his newest speculation was right, then the others with them were also from another place.

Oh, he was still cautious and tinged with nervousness, just less. He wasn't alone and that was very relieving to know. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. With a clearer mind, he surveyed his surroundings,more critical this time. Still, he failed to recognize anything. The towering elven figures make it seem like a temple, or a church of sorts. Something nagged in the back of his mind, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"I'm Caspian Fleiyril. I don't know this place, either, or how I got here." He answered, choosing to stay nearer to the man who seemed to not be an enemy at the moment. "I remember I was walking with my companions. It was broad daylight then in Kalakyth." He talked before walking towards the female elven, just to check if she was truly just asleep and alive. It was often his job to do so, and out of habit he felt the need to check on her. He was just about to crouch down to check her manually, and to wake her up, but someone else showed up.

His attention snapped towards the new arrival. The bronze eyes were odd. Very eye-catching. And then, the blackhaired man asked the same question that was voiced out earlier.

"We don't. Not really."
"-ou. Wake up, would you?"

He didn't know that voice, was Caspian's first thought. He had always been a light sleeper, so there was usually no need for someone to go further than a verbal request. Breathing in deeply, he slowly opened his eyes to peer at whoever it was that wanted him awake. His mind was blank then, sleepiness fogging his thoughts. His vision still blurry at first glance, he moved to rub his eyes, coming aware of the the slight soreness all over his body. It was a familiar feeling. It was as if he had slept on hard floor, and his hands pressing upon the hard grounds proved it to be true. It had been awhile since he last slept on something that isn't a bed.

Disoriented, he slightly narrowed his eyes confusedly at the unfamiliar larger man before him. Was the man a new companion? In all his life, there was only one person he knew who had red hair. Albeit, his best friend's hair was a tad brighter, almost like fire. At the thought of his friend, he immediately turned to look around him, searching for another red head almost frantically. A small feeling of panic started to blossom deep within when he failed to see anyone he knew at all, like a heartburn he was trying hard to not acknowledge. Moreover, he vividly remembered that they were still in a city then. Kalakyth was a city of smoke and suffocating hot air that distinctly smelled of burning soil, cigar and liquor. It bore absolutely no resemblance to the refreshing green around him. He could almost still taste the awful mead that he spat after taking an experimental sip from his friend's flask.

Yes. He had a clear recollection of where and what he was doing. They were in Kalakyth because of a stop over, and their group chose to spent the night in the awful city of dark skies and smokey air over sleeping underneath the stars in the forest miles away. Kalakyth was located in the foot of a mountain that once had thousands of trees, with its incessant mining and pollution. From a distance, it looks like a black splotch. They were walking, he remembered, when he asked to take a sip from his friend's flask. They were leaving the city. What happened then? He knew he could remember if he just thought a lot harder. A place like the one around him was not something they could have found anywhere near Kalakyth. The disgusting men of that city wouldn't have let something as unnaturally pure and fresh go untainted.

Caspian tried not to think too deeply, truly. His thoughts were swirling violently into directions he didn't want to it to go, and he was actively avoiding the panic that was surely a layer just beneath his calmness and confusion. Breathe deeply, focus. It wouldn't do well for him to panic. Perhaps he was not in a safe place, perhaps he was. He forcefully brushed it all off, and breathed in deeply as he pushed himself to get up. It was colder, he realized, and he unconsciously tugged on his cloak. He felt around his body to feel if he still had his things. He did.

"What is this place?" He asked, his fingers tugging on the neckline of his shirt that felt a bit suffocating - a nervous habit of his. He stood too close to the larger and unfamiliar man, so he nervously took a step back, eyes flickering at the man's appearance. Older, larger and most probably stronger. Bigger people made him nervous. The look on the faces didn't matter. His friends taught him that people with kind faces could merely be better in hiding secrets and trickery. Granted, the men he calls friends trusted no one but the ones in their group only. They made him paranoid, too.

"Who are you?" And who are the men around them, and where was he, and just where were his friends? Where was Ni-. He exhaled, thinking about the fact that he shouldn't dwell on things that aren't currently in the present. The first thing was that he should look for familiar things, but nothing seemed familiar at the moment because he was still trying to clear his mind.

Nothing was familiar and it didn't make sense.
General Information


Name: Caspian Fleiyril
Age: 25 years old.
Class: Cleric
Gender: Male
Length(in meters): 1.70
Race: Human
Character Perk: Focus. Impossible to interrupt while casting in combat.
Character Flaw: Has disadvantages in actions while not in the presence of a friendly part member within seeing distance.
Appearance:
Caspian’s features lean slightly towards feminine, as unlike most men, he hadn’t developed evident muscles and also lacks a strong jawline. He’s a bit lanky, but not exactly too thin. He’s on the pale side too, with light blonde hair that barely reaches his shoulders, and vivid green eyes that almost seems luminous. His lips often naturally quirk into a light smile, and generally has a trust worthy physique – as he doesn’t really look very threatening.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Stats


STR(Strength) = 9
DEX(Dexterity) = 12
CON(Constitution) = 9
INT(Intelligence) = 12
WIS(Wisdom) = 18
CHR(Charisma) = 14

Skills:


Alchemy [50]

Heal [50] - The ability to help someone recover from wounds or debilitating conditions, including disease, without the use of spells.

Survival [50] - Skill dealing with living off the land.

Streetwise [20] - Skill concerning being 'smart' in the streets, finding information, and avoiding dangers.

Diplomacy [25]

Abilities:


Aura of healing [10-20] - When this aura is cast, magical healing energiesn is concentrated and focused to affect the surrounding area. It's a delayed healing spell that heals a fraction of what a normal spell would, but does so continuously over time. This is mentally draining, so at some point can no longer be maintained. [2 hours tops duration, for now]

Spells:


Restoration [20] - Restores lost strength.
Create Food and Water [10]
Cure Wounds [20-50] - Cure wounds ranging from light cuts to serious injuries.
Cure Diseases [30]
Remove Curse [30]
Barkskin [20] - Gives the recipient a 'tougher skin', thus giving him/her/it a natural armor.
Detect Poison [30]

Items


Armour:
His outfit is not something that would stand out in a tavern, or in a crowd, or so he would like to think. His ‘armour’ consists of nothing but a white shirt and dark grey pants, topped with a sleek black cloak that’s short enough to not touch the ground, but long enough to reach past his knees. The cloak’s main function is against the sun, really, as it functions well enough to hide him from the heat. It can be used against the cold, but not as good as it does against the sun’s rays. He wears black short boots with it all.
Weapons:
A silver dagger: One that has a black smooth wooden sheath. It’s very sharp. Not high quality, but good enough for him, as he isn’t that proficient in handling it. It’s more for self-defence, and not for attacking.
Items:
A pendant: Or more specifically, a clear teardrop-shaped crystal hanging off a silver metal chain. It glows a flickering white light at night, the intensity of a candle, only it gives off a white light. It can be used to illuminate very dark caverns. It was a gift from his bestfriend when he was younger.
A sling bag : A bit torn on the edges, and just big enough to not look awkwardly too large for him. Very durable and tough.
A silver flask : For holding water, or other liquids.
Bandages : Self-explanatory.
Healing Potion, Light [6]: Tiny diamond-shaped glass vials, intended for emergency situations. Mainly used for blood replenishing and closing of wounds.
Gold: 0GP
Miscellaneous:

Biography


Caspian Fleiyril learned healing out of necessity.

He had been an orphan, left by his mother who died the second he was born, and left by a father whom he knows not of. It wasn’t that bad, really, as the place he ended up in didn’t withheld any food nor any basic necessities. He was raised in an orphanage along with too many others. He had always been a bit quiet, and he was very behaved and listened to the nuns that ran the orphanage. As much as the nuns tried to indoctrinate them into believing some god, he didn’t become a believer. He followed their rules, though, as much as he could, until the day came where they all parted ways. At the age of 10, all orphans have to leave to find their roles in the world, or something like that – as the nuns often say. It was normal in their world. The funds that kept the orphanage running were limited to a certain amount of children.

Caspian didn’t think of it as cruel, as if it wasn’t for the orphanage he got in, he might have set out into the real world sooner. He tries to see it in a positive light.

He got out of the orphanage with a friend, one of his six roommates; a kid named Nikolas. Nik was a boy who was far bigger and stronger than him, louder and much more vibrant, with flaming red hair and arms that have too many scars. Nik thought that getting out of the orphanage was an adventure, and for the half part, it was true. They both got odd jobs from different people, in various locations. While Nik learned how to brawl, carry things that were larger than him, and occasionally steal, Caspian learned from a withering old man the basics of healing, while he became a helper of sorts. His friend, or best friend, got into petty fights too much with his short temper, and in the end he couldn’t help but feel obligated to learn certain things to help the only one who stayed when everyone else left. He learned steadily under the watchful eye of a mysterious old man who never gave a name.

It was a harsh world they lived in, he realized around that time.

They lived in different places, sometimes bad sometimes nice, often in streets and such, until the old man whom Caspian was learning healing spells from finally croaked out, leaving him with nothing but books regarding healing. He thought it was odd, how an old man like the Old Man died despite knowing so much wonderful things. They left that village and headed towards the forest then – because Nik stole too many things, and Caspian learned enough already. They were fifteen then.

The forest they entered, they stayed in for a full year. They lost track of time in the damp dark forest, because the second they came inside, they easily lost their way. Back when they were wandering into villages and cities, Nik functioned as the one who got the money. Caspian was useless, as he couldn’t be hired as a helper to carry things because he was weak, and because he didn’t look sturdy enough to be able to handle work. He looked like he was made of glass, as Nik often says, so he was confined into reading and practicing spells. However, the forest they mistakenly entered was dangerous, and Caspian’s knowledge and skills in healing came to a test many times. He learned about herbs and poisons, and different forest things, because of how close they were to nature itself – which either helped them or tried to kill them. There were days where he was so exhausted with using spells that he started to lose consciousness, but it was alright, he often thought then – because at least he would die with someone who has stuck with him so far. The time in the forest proved that Nik could depend on him.

Caspian Fleiyhil found a loyal friend in a boy named Nikolas, and they stayed that way until adulthood. They made other friends one they got out of the forest, too, but they stuck to each other. Their party of two became eight before he even knew it. They were the perfect partners in crime, before it all. Nik knew nothing of the things Caspian knows, and Caspian knows nothing of what Nik knew. However, as the years slowly gone by, Caspian failed to realize how he had grown more and more dependent each year. None in their company knew how to heal, but they all knew how to fight. He was the only Cleric, the healer of the group, and they kept it that way. He was kept out of harm’s way, and thus he didn’t even realize how he was completely disregarding important things – like how to fight, because Nik was his best friend, and it wasn’t like they were going to separate, right?

Caspian was deadly loyal. Nik progressed from an adventurous kid into a cruel man who fought and killed for money and selfish reasons, but Caspian only saw the kid who got bruises on his arms from working to feed himself and his friend. It was alright, all the bad things that Nik did, because Nik was his friend. They got through hard times together, and nothing could change that.

At the age of 19, he was the prized healer of a group of mercenaries lead by his closest friend. He spends half of his share in money donating to the orphanage of whatever town or city they were in, while the other half was spent for their group, for food mostly. He was often gifted with books for healing, and about herbs and things. He wasn’t fond of reading them, but they were often given as gifts, so he read and learned them all on his own pace. There were times he was offered by other people to work for them instead, but he turned them all down, because he was focused in his group. His group of friends were far from being nice people, but that was fine with him, because they accepted him and they never left. They were his friends. His. Everything else that doesn’t belong to him doesn’t matter that much.
He likes his life, truly, because it was simple. He liked spending time with his friends, laughing around a bonfire, and just trying to make it through every single day. It didn’t matter if all his friends committed sins, because what mattered to him was that it was fun being with them, scraping through life.
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