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[color=D1D0CE][b][Full Name][/b]
Andrion Godson

[b][Affiliation][/b]
Galbia

[b][Starting Class][/b]
Commoner

[b]​[Status][/b]
Child of the Church of Yhirel

[b][Crest][/b]
Major Crest of Grimdall

[b][Age][/b]
18

[b][Date of Birth][/b]
11th of the Whiterain Moon, Divine Year 763 

[b][Appearance Information][/b]
The dude's huge.

[b][Personality][/b]
Andrion loves humanity and the world, and is a hearty devout to the Church who sees hedonism, in moderation, as a way to respect all that the God has created. He greatly appreciates ladies, indulges happily in food and drink, and waxes poetic about weather and labor, no matter the situation.

This is a front.

[b][Personal History][/b]
The son of a prostitute in the Lower City of Fadell. When she died of a venereal disease, the madam of the brothel dropped him off at an orphanage hosted by the Church of Yhirel.

He learned the tenets of the Church there, and was given the surname of Godson, as customary for those without living family. Despite the influence of the Church, vices were easy to fall into, and so, of course, Andrion learned to indulge. The Church knew of the value of his Crest though, knew what it meant to the entirety of Galbia.

So they kept it under wraps, and showed remarkable restraint in continuing to nurture Andrion, patiently guiding him where lesser orphans would be cast out to small-time gangs.

Years passed. He grew stronger, larger, tougher. Gained an education and gained, if his words could be believed, a calling.

In the absence of the evil of dragons and demons, there laid only the evil lurking within mankind. Guided by greed, sharpened by treachery. He would learn, thus, the ways of warfare and governance. One could hardly be expected to slay their foes without a proper understanding of the tools at their disposal, after all.

[b][Preferred Fighting Style][/b]
Gauntlets

[b][Equipment][/b]
Training Axe
Training Gauntlets

[b][Learned Spells][/b]
Lol. Lmao.

[b][Interests][/b]

	Riding
	Riding
	Alcohol
	Philosophy

[b][Likes][/b]

	A pretty face. Preferably accompanied by wide hips.
	Spring rain flowing off sheer cliffs.
	Stoking remnant embers after a long night out.
	Cheap, filling meals, preferably with unnamed ingredients.
	Stories of ancient heroism and present debauchery.
	Dinnertime conversations with well-learned acquaintances.

[b][Dislikes][/b]

	Self-flagellating puritans.
	Blue-blooded incompetents.
	Cats. Especially fat ones.
	Picky eaters.
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