Name: Father Vale (Real name unknown)
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Race: Human
Class: Mage - Spirit Healer
Personal Bio:
On an uncharted island far off in the sea, the wreckage of a warship washes ashore a beach, the waves bringing tattered remains of the vessel onto the warm sands of a tropical paradise. Among the debris are several human corpses, only but few of many who'd lost their lives in the conflict that claimed them. One of the bodies, however, has not yet accepted death, still clinging on to life by a thread, too stubborn to let himself die in such a manner. He drifts in and out of consciousness, his last glimpse being that of a blurry figure approaching his limp, mangled form before his memory faded to black.
He'd awaken several days later, to the same figure looming over him in his sleep, who apparently brought him back to their home, what appeared to be a simple hut. As his sight slowly returned to him, he was finally able to make out their face; it was an elderly woman, with the most intense pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen, staring down at him with a concerned look. Just looking at her was giving him a headache... as he was regaining consciousness, he began to feel a deep painful sensation in his left eye, and went to grasp it in reaction... only to feel nothing. Panicking, he turned his head down to look at his arm, only to find a bandaged stump in its place. The sudden realization and ensuing pain made him writhe, shivering in silent agony, unable to even vocalize his anguish. Taking pity on the miserable man, the woman placed her palm on his forehead, an opaque blue-ish white aura suddenly emanating from her hand. As quickly as the pain had found him, it vanished. The only thing he felt now was fatigue, as he once again faded into slumber.
Over the course of the next several years, he came to terms with his condition, his rage gradually diminishing under the guidance of the patient old mystic. In its place came a sort of inner harmony, the elderly old woman taking him under her wing and teaching him her ways, how to revere life, to understand and sympathize with even the most wretched of creatures. For the first time in his life, he had found true peace.
When a merchant vessel happened by the island by chance, he parted ways with the venerable old healer, thanking her for everything she'd done for him. When he arrived at a mainland port, he shed his former identity entirely, taking on the alias 'Father Vale' as he traveled from place to place, aiding those who are in suffering and teaching others to forgive as he had.
Physical description:
Vale is around five and a half feet tall, with somewhat tan skin and long graying hair that's tied back into a ponytail, with short scruffy facial hair to match. His averagely built body is covered head-to-toe in a myriad of scars. One of his eyes is completely white, and he's blind in that eye, though his remaining good eye is a dark brown color. He also, as mentioned previously, is missing most of his left arm, his forearm having been entirely removed. Normally he's garbed in a simple dark blue robe, tied together with a white cloth wrap, with wooden sandals on his feet, and a gnarled walking staff clutched in his remaining hand.
((Mmmmkay then, hope that's good enough. >_>;))
