Hoping this is still accepting and noting only a single cleric. There is one of my 'default' characters I will be converting into a proper CS< but I wanted to make sure the character base is sound.

[hider=Basics][b]Name:[/b]Raa Tel'Nimras (Lion Of the Whitehorn (unicorn) ) 
[b]Age:[/b] 15/50
[b]Class:[/b] Paladin
[b]Level[/b] 6th
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Length:[/b] 2.6m
[b]Weight:[/b] 150 Kg
[b]Race:[/b](Half-Orc)
[b]Racial benefits:[/b]Strength, Constitution, Size
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/YElZm.jpg[/img]
[b]Stats:[/b]
STR 20
DEX 13
CON 14
INT 10
WIS 13
CHR 16



[b]Skills:[/b]
Elvish {Rather than orc as native language} 100
Common, 70
Orc, 50
[i]General[/i]
Heraldry, 50
Land-based Riding, 50
Singing, 10
[i]Priest[/i]
Healing, 30
Herbalism, 30
[i]Warrior[/i]
Animal Lore 30
Set Snares, 10
Survival (woodland), 50

[b]Abilities:[/b]
Detect evil, 60' Radius
+2 all saving throws
Immune to all forms of disease
Lay on hands, 12 hit points, 1/day
Cure disease 2/week
Aura of protection, 10' Radius
Turn undead, demons and devils as 4th level cleric

Still questing for his holy sword
Still questing for his "War horse"

[b]Armour:[/b]
Ankheg Platemail he earned after getting swallowed whole by the beast. His mother had sent him out to protect some farmers from loosing cattle and bit off more than he could chew. His saving grace was that it had spit up its stomach acid earlier in the fight so when he was swallowed, he wasn't bathing in its juices as he cut his way free with his throwing axe.

His heavy wooden shield is little more than a stacked pair of barrel lids, a keepsake from his first tavern brawl he had since put fittings to to protect himself in the future. He most often uses the shield with his throwing ax when his scythe is of no use to him. People joke that since it came from a gnomish brewer, the wood must be potion-proof, he hasn't tested this theory.

[b]Weapons:[/b]
His primary weapon is a Scythe that once belonged to a cleric of Chauntea who fell in battle beside him. The scythe lets him use his full body with each swing while keeping an ionic look for his future fame. They fought beside one another dealing with a goblinoid threat and the cleric fell to a lucky javelin throw.

A throwing ax is his primary offhand and ranged weapon, allowing him to put his strength on a ranged targets. It was a piece given to him from a dwarf bard for having the courage to stand against a tree with an apple on his head.
[b]Items:[/b] 

[b]Gold:[/b] 100 GP in forms of various smaller treasure, such as silver goblets, jeweled dagger and other trinkets.
[b]Biography:[/b]
His story starts with his ancestors. His great grandmother was a paragon of elven ways and life, a paladin to Mielikki who rode a unicorn into battle. But it seems her pride was his doom, a moments weakness with a human ranger whom she had thought was a blessing of the elven gods resulted in a half-elven child.

That half elven boy still had the spark of nature and became a ranger like his father. A good and noble position, the best a human could achieve in elven eyes, but his every breath was a reminder to his mother of a moment when she was less than the ideal elf. That stain spread when he in turn fell in love with a human, just as his mother had before him. This child was almost considered illegitimate as a full human if not for the druidic magic that flowed in her veins and the almond eyes. 

The final insult came twenty years ago when the druid human made peace with the orcs trying to deforest the trees on the edge of the wood. A bargain was truck to lead the orcs to naturally fallen trees within the forest for their use or to hew diseased wood to prevent infecting others. This bargain was consummated with the shaman of the orcs and a half-orc child was born of the union. 

He was nearly killed on the spot if not for divine intervention, a birthmark of a unicorn rests atop his breast showing him to be gifted by Mielikki, just as his great grandmother. She watches and waits while showering him with back-handed praise as she begrudgingly trains him with nearly suicidal missions, If he dies, she wins, if he lives, she corrects him on everything he did wrong.
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[b]Miscellaneous[/b]
 
[b]Items[/b]
He wears a holy symbol of Heironeous rather than Mielikki, as a tournament of arms was fought to a draw against another paladin. He offered to exchange holy symbols as a gesture of brothers in arms and was received with zeal.

He prefers to wear simple homespun fabrics under his armor, burlaps or stiff leathers as an act of humbleness and simplicity.
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