For my Own Reference:<br/><strong>Channel uses:</strong>7 / day, 3d6<strong>Current Uses:</strong>7<br/><strong>Liberation uses:</strong>5/5 rounds<br/><strong>Touch of Good Uses:</strong>7/7<br/><br/><strong>Domain Spells (always prepared, 1x/day)</strong><br/>1 - Protection from evil<br/>2- Remove Paralysis<br/>3 - COP Evil<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Available Memorized Spells</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Level 0</strong><br/>Detect Magic<br/>Light<br/>Stabilize<br/>Read Magic<br/><br/><strong>Level 1</strong><br/>Comprehend Languages<br/>Cure Light 1d8+5<br/>Divine (luck bonus +1)<br/>Inflict Light (will halves)<br/><br/><strong>Level 2</strong><br/>Bull's Strength<br/>Owl's Wisdom<br/>Spiritual Weapon<br/><br/><strong>Level 3</strong><br/>Cure Serious 3d6+5<br/>Remove Disease +<del>Bonus Use</del><br/><br/><br/><strong>Character Sheets</strong><br/>Michael (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=788701)<br/><br/>Travis (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=789048)<br/><br/>Pictures Pending me finding ones I like.<br/><br/><strong>Backstory:</strong>The two of them were orphans, at least by name. One way or another, they both found themselves abandoned at an orphanage too early to remember anything else about aa past life. The matron of the orphanage was an especially cruel woman, keeping as much of the money the city provided her for her services as she could, giving the kids the bare minimum they needed to get by, with many of the older ones having to fend for themselves, and often arranged indentured service contracts for the ones coming of age, with a generous portion set aside for her own troubles. It was there the brothers met, fending for their own in the orphanage. Travis often found himself picked on by many of the boys, though that changed the day Michael arrived.<br/><br/>While Michael was charismatic, or at least intimidating enough to keep the other kids from bothering the timid Travis, the friendship was, at first, off balance. Often, Travis would simply go along with whatever Michael decided was best for them, rarely voicing his own opinion. Often, Michael's plans would end up landing them both in trouble with the matron, who constantly threatened to separate them or sell one of them off.<br/><br/>As they grew older, those threats began to seem more and more real, and Michael discovered a gift he had for working with magic. Convinced it would be their ticket to freedom, he began to practice regularly, often unsupervised, with no real form of instruction. One evening, after a brush with the matron, an angry Michael suffered a severe mishap while trying a new spell; what should have been a simply summoning cantrip he had seen around town allowed a minor demon to pass through the hole he had ripped. While only an imp and barely bigger than the boys, even a minor demon is a serious threat to kids like Michael.<br/><br/>In the scuffle the followed, many of the inhabitants of the orphanage were injured, including the matron, but none of them got it worse than Michael himself. He would have surely died if not for Travis's intervention. Somewhere in the back of the boy's mind, something snapped, he'd grabbed a candlestick off the matron's desk, and began to pummel away at the creature. Both boys happened to be so lucky the candlestick was pure silver. The boys barely had a moment to catch their breath before having to flee the orphanage entirely.<br/><br/>For the years to follow, they got by however they could, picking pockets, taking any job they could find, no matter who was offering. For Michael, the opportunities were slim; his eyes had become discolored since the botched spell, his wounds were seemingly cursed from the encounter with the demon and refused to truly close, and he had completely given up on the arcane. Barely scraping by as they were, they couldn't find any cleric or temple that would heal Michael, especially when they learned he was a boy who had 'dealt' with demons.<br/><br/>It was a chance encounter while begging for work in even the stables at a tavern that finally changed their life for the better. A woman in the tavern happened to overhear Michael, offering her help if the boy would come worship with her. Travis didn't see his brother until the next morning. Michael descended the tavern stairs looking like a new man; his wounds were closed, leaving not even a trace of a scar, and his eyes once again held color. Most importantly, his tattered clothes had been replaced with fresh, colorful robes of an acolyte of Arshea. Free of his curse, Michael had little trouble finding far better work, alongside his brother, and soon, the became adventurers, though Travis, just as they were kids, ended up doing most of the heavy lifting. As they traveled, Michael sought out worshipers of Arshea in every town, and in time, became an official follower, then cleric. He took on the last name Libern, meaning 'The libberated', as did Travis when they swore an oath of brotherhood. Part of his motivation was to have a way to help his brother, to share the workload and have a way to keep him safe, just as he had. While Michael's respect for his brother had increased tenfold since the orphanage, and he made it a point to consider Travis's opinion, his brother rarely had one to offer, being more comfortable allowing Michael to continue taking the leading role, and never truly overcoming his shyness, especially when dealing with the opposite sex, something Michael was all too comfortable with, following Arshea. Oftentimes, he'd put his brother in awkward and sexually charged positions in hopes of pushing someone past that barrier.<br/><br/>In all his years as a cleric, Michael never forgot his path had started with that first kindness shown to him. He always goes well out of his way to help those in need, be it physical or spiritual bondage. Over the years, he's developed a soft spot for the working women of the town, often offering them coin or healing services, never asking for their services in turn. He only believes in acts freely given, not as payment or even gratitude. When he had first been healed, the follower of Arshea offered him a the same choice, to go and be free, or stay, and aide her in worship. Looking back, he may have even disagreed with her decision to offer him a chance to stay, though he was far too grateful he had to question it.