Look, a paladin.
Tell me if it sucks.
Name: Ronan Déiseach (Déiseach is a title for a paladin of his faith, meaning 'Vessel')
Race: Lesser Aasimar
Age: Fifty. Appears Twenty.
Job/Role: Paladin of the Unspoken
Appearance: A tall, handsome young man, broadly built with light blonde hair down to his chest. His looks are quite classically handsome, with bow lips and a strong jawline - though his tall, strong build seems out of place for a priest, it makes sense for a paladin. He has tawny, somewhat yellow eyes, and they appear to be the only thing that hints to his supernatural nature. He wears golden armor covered in runes and wrapped in pieces of paper covered in prayers.
Magic:
Aura of Good
Aura of Courage
Detect Evil
Lay on Hands (Healing)
Divine Health (Immune to Diseases)
Smite Evil
Call Paladin Mount
Items Owned:
Gwaingalonn: Blessed Longsword, Bane of Demons, The Blade of Whitewall
Blessed Full-Plate Armour
Trugar: Paladin Mount - a dark greyheavy warhorse, with golden and brown leather barding.
Personality: Originally, Ronan was quite light-hearted and easy going, and that element still shows in his personality from time to time. These days, he's much more pragmatic, and though he tends towards cheer, he tends to get easily bitter and cynical when faced with setbacks. He's fiercely devoted to his goal of destroying Kazai, and his desire to kill him seems to be his only interest. He is primarily motivated by revenge, so anger is a large part of his personality though it rarely manifests on the surface. He tended to be affable, and eager to accept help from all sources in order to achieve his goal, but since his first death, and the failure on his part to destroy the demon, he has become largely bitter, but still obsessive on getting what he loves back.
Current Goal: Restore his kingdom. Revitalize his faith. Save his beloved.
General History: The small nation of Whitewall, a tribal village in a northern, far away continent. The nation of Whitewall was so called, due to a large white wall that ran around the edges of the countryside. All these lines of the wall led to the central temple, the temple and tombs of the Unspoken. The Unspoken being the strange, shadowy spirits of heroes and champions as well as the powerful casters from by-gone eras, who cared so much for the greater good, that they gave up their identities and and their names to assimilate into a single being of guidance and support for upcoming heroes and princes.
When a new king was crowned in the town of Whitewall - he went to the temple, as all newly crowned kings did, to ask advice from the temple. The newly crowned king asked for advice from the head Priestess - who gave him rather vague advice and mumbling about a prophecy, saying that the son of his and hers would lead to a Déiseach - a vessel for harbouring the soul and spirit of the Unspoken's being. This would come about, she said, because she herself was an embodiment of the Unspoken, as the chief priestess she encompassed them as their mortal face. The newly crowned king, drugged up with wine and the herbs of clarity given to those ceremoniously before they entered the Unnamed Temple - in his haze and lack of clarity he managed to impregnate the priestess, which, she figured, fit into the divine plan of the Unspoken.
She bore a child who she gave the name Déiseach - though as the child grew, he began to be refereed to a Ronan - a word that in the old tongue that meant 'Prince'. The fact that he was the illegitimate son of the king was not hidden, and the king, though he didn't claim his as an heir, frequently visited his son. Ronan was rather different from his other sons, in that he was far fairer. It was because he was in-fact a different race entirely, due to his mother having been possessed by a good aligned creature, The Unspoken themself. Ronan grew up in relative safety and security. He managed to find a companion, a child who was being raised to be a scholar and being taught by the priests and priestesses of the Unspoken. The child's name was Finn, and Ronan grew to be quite fond of the young pupil. He knew very little about Finn, where the child came from, or who the parents were, or even the gender of Finn. He did know, however, that he loved the younger child with all his heart and wanted to protect him/her.
Several years later, the capital of Whitewall was under siege by a legion of demons, dispatched by a Balor. The balor had not made its appearance yet, but Ronan and his companion Finn were sent to the city, in order to try to contain the chaos with divine magic. Ronan had both military and religious training, from his father's heritage and his mother's, and took on the hordes in melee range - while Finn stayed to the back, casting spells to demoralize and weaken the enemy. Ronan was old enough that he had been chanrged with the defense of Whitewall - the king's heirs were too young for battle, or too unfit. The bastard was the oldest, and at least until the king's other children were of a more reasonable age, Ronan would act as a defender of the realm - a position that he took very seriously. The battle was going poorly, and Ronan got knocked off his horse by a horde of the extra-planar entities. Finn, fearing for his/her friend's life, began to cast a spell that would turn himself/herself into something more powerful in combat and that would help him defend himself.
Something went wrong though. S/he had studied dark magic in addition to good, being a scholar of sorts, and thought that s/he could control it without letting it control him/her. Unfortunately, Finn's will wasn't strong enough and the spell that was supposed to turn him into a large and more powerful bear slipped out of his grasp and he changed into something else entirely - a powerful beast that looked like it had the farspawn taint, and indiscriminately killed men of Whitewall and demons alike. It was a horrid mass of tentacles and folds of tissues - dotted with too many eyes and mouths. The head of Finn peered out from one of these folds, looking comatose, obviously not in control of this beast, just a pawn of it.
Ronan stirred from where he had fallen, to see the creature on the horizon, and quickly asked one of the infantry what had happened. They explained it to him, and Ronan looked upon the creature with new eyes. He wondered how Finn could have been so foolish to think that he control dark magic - though he had a suspicion that events weren't quite as they seemed. The Arch-demon hadn't shown his face yet, though Ronan knew he was there, he could sense his cruelty and his malice. He came to the conclusion that the demon might have corrupted Finn. Finn would be a good target - s/he was beautiful, well established in the community, and a competent spell caster. The infantry man refered to the beast that Finn had become t as "The Horror", and Ronan knew what he must do. He picked up a sword from the ground, not caring to notice what sort of sword it was, and charged up to the thing that had been his friend - the events that followed became the subject of a song.
Broken battlements and wrecked walls
Where worship of the Horror once embraced.
The last men of the Wall do recall
Upon stained and bloodied hollow gates
The Men of the Wall gave it their all
With wild eyes, and a broken gaze
Until one by one they fall.
Does the Horror still remain?
The Men of the Wall did retreat
Thinking that there was no escape.
But a Hero did come out to meet
And did slash the Horror's nape.
And he stood with breath sweet
and his lips teeth mouth agape
Has the Horror met defeat?
The Hero saw the falling of the head
When the beast lay amongst the gore
When the dread Horror bled
Their loving eyes did meet once more
And only then was the Horror dead.
The Hero cried out "Please No More!"
Does the Horror bleed out red?
The Horror never said a true word
but the final chill makes one honest
The Horror's only truth in the world;
"I loved you the longest."
The Hero's hands were red with guilt
His heart hung heavy and low
He and the Horror, the life they built
Buried deep under early snow.
Per Request, there is no more.
Suffice to say, Ronan got lucky and managed to slay the beast. Finn reverted to his/her true shape with his death, and Ronan held his/her body for some time, but the sense of evil on it was still strong. The demon was still there. The demon Kazai was still in his body. Ronan wasn't sure why - maybe he liked the comfort of it, or found it well suited to its evil purpose. Ronan grabbed his sword and stuck it through Finn's chest, in a deseperate effort to rid his friend and lover's body of what ailed it in death. Kazai retaliated with a combination of magic and using the body of the mortal to strangle the paladin. The young man tried to escape, crawling on the ground to get away - his woud from being thrown by his horse was still nagging at him, and that wound combined with the efforts of Kazai was enough to rend Ronan unconscious and half dead.
The majority of Whitewall died that day. The King and his heirs had been watching the battle from the tall tower of Whitewall, and they fled when they saw the army get flattened, fleeing into the deep north where there was more magic than men. They informed the Northern Sisterhood of the Unspoken - the largest order devoted to the Unpoken in the world - of what troubles befell them, and pleaded for them to help recover their dead and give them a proper funeral. The Sisters agreed, and went with the King to collect the corpses. One of them was Ronan. The King ran to collect his bastard son, who still lied next to his friend. He stirred in the arms of his father, and the King shouted for the Sisters. He was alive, but barely. Any delay would result in the young paladin's death.
He was taken away by the sisters, who nurtured him and nursed him back to health. When he was well enough, he demanded to know what had happened - his memory was fuzzy at best. The last thing he remembered was slamming his sword into Finn's chest when he figured out that he was possessed. He begged to hear what had happened to Whitewall, and what had happened to his mother and the beautiful temple of the Unspoken where he had grown up. Burned, was the answer. Burned and obliterated. The sword that he had picked up on the battlefield was presented to him. It had been given a name - Gwaingalonn, which in the Old Language of the Unspoken meant 'Lost Soul'. Ronan accepted it, and swore an oath that he would avenge his mother, his friend, and his homeland. The Sisters blessed Gwaingalonn and promised the bastard that his sword would serve him well, and protect him from the evils of the world.
With that, he left the Sisterhood of the Unspoken, vowing to return when he had killed the demon and avenged his family. He moved south, going back the back roads, seeing traces of the demonic horde wherever he went and he was consumed by hatred for the beast, and a desire to put the universe right again by killing him. He understood that revenge was not a proper motivation for a man who was effectively the face of the Unspoken on the prime material - so he kept it hidden. As he traveled, he heard that a group was banding together to fight the demon. He joined that group, and they pursued the demon and things that would help them destroy it. Ronan was consumed by his desire to kill the creature.
But when they got to the final battle, they simply weren't strong enough to kill the demon, without taking themselves with it. All the heroes gave a noble sacrifice to bind away the demon creature forever. Ronan ascended to the Land of his Ancestors - where the Unspoken finally were able to see what their chosen champion had become. He demanded to know where Finn was nearly immediately, S/he had the same faith as he, and should have ended up here. The Unspoken said that s/he was trapped within hell, hidden under the binding that the heroes had given their life to create. He raged and wailed, wondering what would become of his love in that desolate place with nothing but the demon for company. He shouted out that he would search for a way to save Finn if it was the last thing he ever did. The Unspoken said that wasn't possible. He didn't agree. He began to will himself back to life, using the power of The Unspoken that resided within him. He finally awoke to consciousness, being drug away by grave diggers.
He wandered the world, becoming more and more aggravated and distraught as the years went by. There was a period of ten years where he did nothing but grieve, another ten years where he tried to start a new life. But mostly, he searched. He searched for anyway to bring Finn back to life, and continues to search til this day, trying to get in everybody's good graces so that they will aid him...