<strong>Anton Petrovna</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MOXGYGm.jpg)</div>NG Human Male<br/>Warlock (Pact of the Blade, Hexblade Patron)<br/>Desired role: Gish, with face skills.<br/>High stats: Cha, Con. Low stats: Lowest stat will probably be strength at around 10.<br/><br/>Personality: One might initially see Anton as a solitary individual, with little in the way of friends or comrades. While it is true he has been traveling alone, he is a man who gets deeply invested when working with others and seeks to help out friends when possible. However, despite being a compassionate man, Anton is somewhat haunted as well - knowing he serves a mysterious patron with vague motives, he's sometimes caught in the reflection of wondering whether he's merely a pawn in some greater game, or if it was free will that brought about his 'gifts' and he accepted the bargain willingly.<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>: Born in one of countless, nameless farming villages, Anton was the son of the town Priest, an ardent follower of The Morninglord. Despite the god of dawn seemingly abandoning its people, he was able to keep faith strong in the village, their faith and desire for safety keeping the village hearty and hale. Expected to follow in his fathers footsteps and take on the reigns of the church when he was of age, Anton was a well liked child growing up, and even as a young adult aging into maturity, most looked to the kind young man with respect. While he lacked the zeal his father possessed, he was a good man who sought to help others and knew a hard days worth of work.<br/><br/>Much of this changed when Anton was out in the fields one day, helping an elderly couple with their farmwork. As the sun cast streaks of orange and violet across the sky as it fell, there was a sound no one had heard in years - the toll of a warning bell, quickly followed by the loud gongs and crashing noise of the church bell. The town was under attack, and it was a call for others to find shelter or hide. Bandits had decided that the town was ripe for the picking: Old walls, little in the way of guard, and plenty of food to take for themselves. What little militia there was was being overwhelmed by the time that he had ran back to the town proper, and not knowing how to fight himself, Anton simply did the best he could, seeking to get others to the safety of the parish.<br/><br/>Though, as he arrived at the church, he felt something strange - an immediate, stabbing pain in his mind. The needling was intense as his vision blurred, but was enough to tell him something. The town would fall, and he would die unless he did something. Whatever was causing the pain, was also seeking to give him aid. Seeing people he had known through the years fighting for their lives, Anton quickly accepted whatever this thing was - and before he knew it, something had changed. Where his hand was empty, it now held a blade, and where he had no gifts, he felt magic in him, calling out to be used! Fighting with the blade like he had been trained to since he could hold one, he was able to help turn the tide with blade and magic... Though the sudden gifts did not go unnoticed. As the bandits decided to cut their losses and try elsewhere, the townspeople had a new thing to fear: The priests son who suddenly new magic of a darker nature. With a heavy though firm heart, it was decided by his father that Anton was to leave the town as an exile, rather than face the noose for witchcraft, or another terrible fate.<br/><br/>It's been a few years since then. Anton has found himself called from place to place in dreams - usually to quell undead harassing other towns, or perhaps to just keep him on the road. Whatever gave him his gifts let him keep them, and more importantly, it seems to have a purpose for him of one sort or another...<br/><br/><br/><hr/>To do: Work on sheet tonight,<del>find image!</del>