Character sheet for convenient reference.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro Lancaster<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Human<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/><strong>Alignment: </strong>Lawful Good<br/><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><br/><br/><strong>Character Bio:</strong><br/><br/>Though his former life seems like a distant memory in the wake of his current situation, he can still recall enough to know who he was.  Piro was a benevolent man who followed the path of righteous good, though had not allowed it to define him.  As a result, he never adhered to the strict zealous codes and mentalities of those he often found himself working for; namely the Inquisition.  The truth of the matter was that it took a magnitude of patience for him to tolerate the sanctimonious ‘enforcers of good’, finding their drive to purge the world of evil no less abhorrent than the cults they fought that wished to do the same, just from the other end of the moral spectrum.<br/><br/>Piro wasn’t in the business of divine wars; rather, he was a servant of the preservation of life itself.  His regular work in these wars ensured he never went hungry.  It also enabled him to better serve his own ambition of actively reducing the number of casualties all this senseless fighting seemed to produce.  Largely they were small victories in the grand scheme of things; stabilizing all who were wounded, no matter whose side they fought on, and most importantly making sure that innocents who had no involvement in the conflict had a way to survive the crossfire.<br/><br/>Piro's choice of weapon was as much of a reflection of his intentions as his actions.  His fauchard, while as lethal as any weapon on the battlefield, was most often used to trip up his opponents before they had a chance to close ranks and otherwise make them more hesitant about continuing the fight with him.  Not that he’s a pacifist; there are plenty of causes he deems worth fighting for, he is just hesitant when it comes to taking it to the point of starting a vicious cycle of needless bloodshed.<br/><br/>No war is without its risks and what little he can piece together from the last hours he spent in the material plane was enough to show that his luck had come up short.  His group was ambushed and captured by what was most presumably an infernal cult who seemed all too delighted to have prisoners bearing insignia of the Inquisition even if Piro intentionally lacked such paraphernalia.  Some were killed outright.  Some were tortured for the enjoyment of the screams.  Piro was one of the lucky ones who was thrown into a portal to hell, whether as a gift to whatever devil they served or simply their twisted equivalent to throwing him to the lions, he couldn’t be sure.