Submitting to the council for judgement. (Might spruce up the formatting later.)

Admittedly he's more of a cleric than a paladin, but I wasn't certain if there was a distinction between those in this world.

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[u][b]Name[/b][/u]: Richter Chevalier
[u][b]Age[/b][/u]: 26
[u][b]Gender[/b][/u]: Male
[u][b]Race[/b][/u]: Human
[u][b]Rank:[/b][/u] Iron
[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u]:
Standing at 5’10”, Richter constantly maintains a dignified posture scarcely ever even allowing his shoulders to slouch. His golden blond hair is kept short, falling just below his icy blue eyes often giving a soft or gentle smile. Speaking of, Richter’s clean shaven face is the only bit of his pale skin visible as the rest is covered in armor draped in the blue and white of Mayon. If the religious garb didn’t give it away, the large rose resting against a crescent moon embroidered on his cloak would certainly confirm Richter’s beliefs. That or the moon rose amulet always hanging from his neck. 

[u][b]Personality[/b][/u]:
A holy stick in the mud, Richter is a man of focus and determination. When there is a job to do, Richter will see to it that it is done properly and within the guidelines of the guild. Anyone who steps out of line can expect a lecture waiting for them. Though it will be very calm and composed as he is never one to get angry, just disappointed. This by the book approach may give the impression he is married to the rules, but the truth is far from. Each mission, the guild, even Mayon herself fall short of first on his priorities. For Richter, the safety and well being of his team come before all. Simply put; Richter only enforces the rules as he has found following them is the best way to keep everyone alive.

In downtime or off duty, Richter is still a bit overprotective. Attentive to everyone’s needs, he takes it upon himself to ensure the party is at full strength in body and mind. He means well of course, but recognizes he can overstep in this regard. Should anyone express discomfort he will immediately rein it in. Regardless, in moments where everyone is taken care of and there are no pressing matters, Richter is capable of relaxing. Rumor has it he’s been known to laugh at a joke before. And on the rarest occasions attempt one himself. Maybe someday he'll actually tell a good one.

[u][b]Brief Backstory[/b][/u]:
The son of two gold ranked adventurers, Richter spent his childhood in the lap of luxury. Their status and success had allowed the Chevalier family to give their son many advantages. They could even afford to open their doors to much of their extended family who often acted as caretakers for Richter as his parents were frequently out on guild business. When he wasn’t studying with his personal tutors, Richter would run through the halls of their Venne manor fantasising of the adventures he’d have. Of the day when he could follow in his parent’s footsteps and join the guild to become a great adventurer himself. It was a very comfortable life. One Richter could have become spoiled rotten by. Until his 15th winter, when guild emissaries showed up at the door to inform him that his parents had taken a contract that they had not returned from. After weeks of searching, the guild formally declared them dead. 

Hell broke loose at the Chevalier manor. The once tight-knit family broke into a vicious feud over custody of Richter. Not out of familial bond, but because whoever became his legal guardian would gain ownership of his parent’s fortune and assets until he was of age. Each desired control and would stop at nothing to get it. All the while, Richter was still trying to process the loss. Idols he once thought invincible now gone from his life forever. His desire to become an adventurer was crushed by the sorrow. And the people he once leaned on for support were now trapped in never ending shouting matches without a single care for his wellbeing. It wasn’t just his parents he had lost, but his entire family. 

Unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore, Richter ran away. He had no idea where he was going, nor did he care where he would end up. What difference would it make being lost in the city when he was lost at home? Or lost in life for that matter? Was there any place for him? Any path forward? Questions consumed his mind. Desperate for answers it seemed none could give, he wandered the city streets aimlessly. It was then on one clear night, Richter looked to the stars. His eyes fixed upon the full moon, and suddenly his mind was cleared. The dark thoughts, the unyielding hopelessness, all of it melted away. For the first time in months, Richter felt at peace. Without thinking, he began walking. His feet moved as if someone else was controlling him, yet he did not resist. He had an inkling of where they were taking him, and in time he would find himself standing in front of the Venne Chapel of Mayon.

Only loosely familiar with the goddesses during his upbringing, Richter found himself enthralled by their teachings. The words of Mayon in particular spoke to him. Her belief in overcoming evil through protection of good. Offering care and guidance of those in need. These lessons reached into Richter’s heart and reignited his determination. He would become an adventurer afterall, but not for the gold and glory he once sought, but to safeguard those who walked that path. Within the walls of the chapel kneeling before the clergy, Richter swore an oath to Mayon and formally began training as one of her paladins.

Eight years have passed since that day. Richter now serves as both a paladin of Mayon and member of the Adventurer's guild. Though he has yet to break out of iron rank, he is not dismayed. He eagerly continues to take on new quests hoping one day he will prove himself worthy of steel, or maybe even higher.

[u][b]Equipment[/b][/u]:
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[*][b]Scale mail:[/b] Metal scales sewn onto a reinforced leather backing. Richter’s mail consists of a scale shirt and gauntlets.
[*][b]Mayon cloak:[/b] A large fur lined cloak that can cover Richter’s entire body. Despite its size, the cloak is blessed to weigh very little and offer protection from all weather. Be it a harsh winter night or a pleasant sunny afternoon, Richter is perfectly content.  
[*][b]Kite shield and mace:[/b] At first glance, they appear to be an ordinary steel shield and mace. Upon further inspection, they are confirmed to be an ordinary shield and mace. He swears he'll get them enchanted one day.
[*][b]Holy symbol:[/b] A silver moon with an ornate blooming rose etched into the metal hangs from Richter's neck at all times. It never leaves his person for any reason.
[*][b]Travel Bag:[/b] Filled with basic gear needed for long distance travel. Thanks to his cloak, Richter has no need for a tent or bedroll, giving him more room to carry extra supplies as needed. 
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[u][b]Skills[/b][/u]:
As a full fledged paladin, Richter is trained in both martial and magical arts, though his true forte lies in divine magic. He is an expert at healing and restoration, able to cure nearly any injury or illness save for a few extreme exceptions. Additionally, he has a vast knowledge of spells meant to prevent such injuries altogether! Protections, wards, utility spells, even a couple of offensive spells. Anything to offer comfort to those in his care, and make those of an evil nature think twice before confronting a party with Richter in it. Last but certainly not least, Richter’s mace and shield aren’t for decoration. Should divine magic fail or some pesky foe get too close, Richter is more than capable of holding his own in physical combat. 
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