<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/20/cc/c3/20ccc306888d378982040be8f15b4850.jpg)</div><strong>Largo Valerian Talonius</strong><br/><strong>Human Warpriest of Milani</strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13901)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Personality: </strong>At first appearance Largo seems to be the stoically silent sort of person, but this is mainly a result of his tendency to get lost in his daydreams easily and often.  When his mind is snapped back to reality, he is very friendly and more than eager to lend a hand however he can; certainly not the sort who is afraid of hard work or of getting his hands dirty.  Passive in nature, he is very hesitant to harm others, but at the same time won’t hesitate to help those in need and even take a hit for someone who will likely weather the blow worse than him.  Despite his good natured persona, Largo has a hair trigger when it comes to those with power or status who abuse it through arrogance or oppression.  To him, authority over others is a privilege and responsibility, not a right, and those who forget their place in their seat of power deserve to have it broken over their back.<br/><br/><strong>Bio: </strong>Largo’s earliest memories when he was a child was of the daily fear his parents endured in their upstart frontier hamlet that was ‘under the rule by decree’ of a gang of bandits who decided to set up their encampment nearby.  The few months he could remember of those days were confusing as he bore witness to several things that his innocence of youth prevented him from fully comprehending, despite his parents’ best attempts to shield him from such violence and depravity.  The pinnacle of those memories was the day a group of men broke through their front door, cut down his father, and abducted his mother.  Acting on the values his salt-of-the-earth father instilled in him, Largo retrieved the dagger his father had used in his brief tussle before being slain and gave chase.  The ‘fight’ went about as well as one would expect; one of the bandits repaid the kid’s valor with a contemptuous strike of his blade that cut the lad open in a single diagonal line from pectoral to waist.  Devastated at the loss of both her husband and seeing her only child bleeding out in the street, his mother began to thrash frantically against her attackers until a violent shove sent her to the ground where her head met a rock with lethal results.<br/><br/>As Largo laid still in the dirt feeling the confusion and fear as vitality drained from him, his skyward gaze was obstructed by the men in heavy metal armor charging upon warhorses.  The next thing he knew, a man was hovering over him, azure eyes searching his for life and all Largo could think was how much the man’s heavily salted dark hair on both his head and face reminded him of his father.  Just before he lost consciousness, he felt something cool press between his lips allowing a sweet liquid to flow into his mouth and down his throat.  Instantly he could feel his pain lessen, but the wariness remained and he slept heavily.<br/><br/>Over the course of the next several weeks, the men and women riding under the banner of Talonius eradicated the bandit gang to a man and set up residence in the town to offer it protection and guidance while the people recovered from their ordeal.  It was also during this time that Largo was adopted by the very man who saved his life.  While it was difficult for him to adjust to the sudden change in his life and initially awkward to see Gaius as a father figure, the several months he spent in the town provided him plenty of opportunity to bond with him, distracted as he was by his duties in getting the settlement established.  When the time for teary-eyed good-byes came, Largo was left under the supervision of Gaelle, one of the combat healers who travelled with Gaius until falling in love with a local blacksmith named Marcus.<br/><br/>Under the tutelage of his guardian and ambition fueled by the determination to protect others as his adoptive father and biological father had done, Largo learned the art of combat and restorative magics.  His experience with seeing the devastation caused when power corrupts left an indelible scar both on his psyche and his body, keeping him humble and giving him purpose.  Largo vowed to protect life and his fighting style reflected that mantra; the use of a sickle to harass and muddle opponent and a shield to protect and attack.  Eventually he came across the teachings of Milani and found a resonance with what she represented.  It wasn’t long after that Marcus crafted him a fine shield bearing the emblem of a rose growing out of a blood-soaked street.<br/><br/>When the letter arrived announcing Gaius’ demise and his inheritance, Largo saw it as an opportunity to repay his adoptive father.  He did not hesitate to answer the call and make his way to Renrir where he would continue the legacy of protecting those in need.