<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/a3/f5/06/a3f506b39e86704cd09fbbb7cfd2a1ba.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Personal Information</span><br/></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kerrison Val'seth, Keri to friends<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Feral Tiefling<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Definitely Male...sort of. Look, it's weird. Gender is weird. He is happy to have his dick, love the little guy! But by no means does he mind his fem looks. Often times his sense of style leans into and shows off how fem he looks, and when people refer to him as she, it doesn't bother her either. Perhaps Demi-boy or Gender fluid would be the best descriptors? Like I said Gender is weird.<br/><strong>Orientation/Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>General Description:</strong>Keri stands at about Five foot four, five-seven if you count the horns, which Keri tends to. He has a slim and girlish build. Often easily mistaken for a particularly flat chested woman with lovely legs, hips, and ass from just about any angle.  He doesn't mind so much, he kind of likes it to be honest, but he does get frustrated when people make the mistake of thinking him weak or helpless based on his appearance. His slender and supple body hides well-honed strength and skill. Often lightly dressed in form-fitting cloth clothing that will not inhibit his movement. Normally something light and a bit revealing on top and long-legged pants that hug the curves of his figure. More often than not these clothes are in shades of purple, reminiscent of his mother's skin tone. His own is a light, pinkish red. Golden tattoos adorn his upper arm and navel symbolizing his devotion to his monastic path and his connection with his inner life force. When channeling his Ki, they actually glow. Full lips and golden eyes make his face somewhat alluring to look at.<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Role Play Centered Information</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Class:</strong>Monk, Path of the Sun Soul<br/><strong>Level:</strong>3<br/><strong>Alignment:</strong>Chaotic Good<br/><strong>Character Sheet:</strong>Kerrison Val'seth (https://ddb.ac/characters/3141424/8wCJ15)<br/><strong>Additional Information:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">History</span></span><br/><strong>Family:</strong>His mother back at the New Shining Palm Monastery, as well as those few young monks who yet live.<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>He hasn't had a proper place of residence for almost 3 years, not since he left the Monastery. His life has been stop-and-go, always moving. He travels until he's broke, the work until he has money to travel again. Right now, he is broke and doing jobs in Emon to build back up a store of gold for travel.<br/><strong>A little about personality:</strong>Keri is a straightforward person to say the least. He has always been a boy of action, living his life with direction and focus, rather than with patients and reflection. His teachers often referred to him as an 'unbalanced monk'. He rarely holds his tongue never menses words, and wears his heart on his sleeve. You may get a close look at it when he elects to deck you in the face. Yes, it is safe to say fire burns beneath that beautiful face, a powder keg of a temper and a fuse shorter than a goblin's chin hairs.  He doesn't shy from getting into a fight, be it out of pride or anger. That being said, largely He is interested in helping people in his own...unique way. While he is a servant to no god, those who have gotten to know him have described him as reminiscent of some paladins they have met. He hates seeing evil prevail, not just the greatest beasts of the dark, though he has a particularly powerful distaste for those, the mundane injustices that he encounters in the many places he has traveled and he is not afraid to make his feelings known to those who enact such acts. And as always, he finds actions speak louder than words.<br/><strong>General Life Story:</strong>Keri doesn't remember much about life before he and his mother were taken into the Monastery of the Shining Palm. He was barely 3 years old at the time. He Remembers that they came from far away, from a warmer place, and that his mother seemed to be running from something. Where and what never seemed too important to him as he grew into himself. He was the sort of kid that was focused on the now and the future, rather than the past. It was likely she wouldn't have told him anyway, as she herself seemed at peace with his disinterest in the subject. The Monks likewise, took them in without a second thought and became as close to them as any family could be. Years of peaceful life in the monastery passed, both of them taking part in the daily rituals of training, study, and reflection. The young boy showing great aptitude in the martial side of the training, while his mother did the same on the internal side of things. After a decade she recognized a master matron of the monastery and her son was among many of the promising young warriors. But one day a shadow fell over the monastery and left destruction in its wake. His mother managed to usher a small number to safety, others fled or seemed to be taken by the mysterious mercenaries, who were accompanied by dark beasts and monsters. Keri stayed with the warriors to defend his home and give others time to escape. Everyone who stood their ground was slaughtered, save for him. Only chance allowed him to survive, among the corpses of fallen friends and teachers. Eventually, his mother and the other survivors returned. She and the other surviving elders and masters began to attempt to rebuild what was destroyed, wanting to rebuild their lives and start anew. They planned on living in less isolation, hoping tieing themselves closer to civilization would bring them safety and peace. But no matter how much the monastery was restored to is a former state, Keri could not unsee the blood on the temple floors, nor free his nose from the stench of death. Driven by a need to strike back against the forces that brought death to those he considered family, her left to use the skills to find justice for the fallen. He also hoped that a single monk of the Shining Palm going forth and hunting evil would keep attention off the rebuilding monastery, or any other survivors were scattered to the winds.