<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/43052a46-e56f-4271-a472-7d0ac0c91af8_zps5d053787.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Nestor</span><br/>Human Paladin (Undead Scourge) 1</div><br/><strong>Background:</strong>What's the matter, lad? Wondering what an old knight like me is doing in this desert shithole? Pull up a chair and grab a drink, then, if you're still listening.<br/><br/>Once upon a time, in the land of Avistan far to the north of here, there lived a young lord who was ruler over his small, peaceful realm. Land, power, wealth - all was his, and he lacked for nothing - even had a pretty wife and a beautiful infant daughter who were the joys of his life. A second child was on the way, and he decided that he needed a larger castle as befit his station and his growing family. He had the perfect location for his new home in mind too, a piece of land that had laid fallow for decades. The local farmers dared not farm it or let their animals graze in it, claiming an ancient curse. Well, the young lord took one look at the bunch of old fat fools, who had been living all their lives next to this piece of supposedly cursed land with no ill effect, and promptly decided to ignore their peasant superstitions.<br/><br/>When the new castle was half finished, a traveling caravan of Varisians passed through the lord's domain. Their fortune-teller warned him to stop what he was doing and tear down the half-built structure, but he knew better than to listen to gypsy nonsense and sent them away.<br/><br/>The day came when the castle was finally finished and the lord moved in with all his family and his court. That night, a thick fog set in and the guards reported seeing shapes move in the darkness - but he paid them no heed, dismissing them as the hallucinations of half-asleep guards in an unfamiliar new place seeing things that weren't there in the fog.<br/><br/>The next day came and all was as it was supposed to be - and then the next night fell, the night of the new moon. At midnight, the whole castle was woken by the screams of men and the din of desperate battle. The lord had built his castle directly on the grounds of an ancient battlefield, and the fallen warriors of eons past were rising up as undead, disturbed by the desecration of this resting ground. He ordered the gates shut, abandoning those outside to their gruesome fates, to wait out the siege until morning brought the relief of the sun. But it was in vain, for the undead were rising inside the castle itself, not even the stone slabs of the floor able to keep them down. For hours the lord fought, until finally he was victorious, he alone standing as the sole survivor in a sea of dead.<br/><br/>The lord rushed to his chambers, where he had bid his pregnant wife lock herself and their daughter in for their own safety. He opened the door only to be greeted by a terrible sight - the babe's face smothered by a pillow, and his wife dangling from the chandelier, a noose around her neck and an overturned stool below her feet. He fell upon his sword, to join his loved ones in the afterlife, but as he blood spread in a growing pool, the first rays of dawn shone upon his face and snatched him from the jaws of the death. The young lord finally understood - this was his punishment, three warnings he had been given and three warnings he had ignored, and now he would not be allowed to die until he had fulfilled the penance for his crimes: to carry the Dawnflower's purifying light into the dark corners of the earth and cleanse the taint of undead wherever it may be found.<br/><br/>So rest up, lad. Tomorrow, we carry out the Dawnflower's work.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Haven't you been listening, lad? All that's left for the young lord - not so young anymore, heh - is to bring the second and final death to those that don't die after being killed. Do you hate the undead with all your heart, all your mind, and all your strength, too? Then we can be best friends - wait what, you're just here for the treasure? Stay out of my way then, and we can still get along just fine.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Gender and Orientation:</strong>All work and no play makes Nestor a crazy boy. Or just crazier than he already is, you're probably thinking. Well, let me tell you the one perk about this life. Til death do us part - and Golarion has a lot of women to offer, if you get what I mean.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Are you blind, boy? Look well, for a finer specimen of an Ulfen gentleman you'll not find anywhere. Though I could use a bit less gray and a bit more gold in my beard... This red beret? Picked it up from a trader somewhere. No, it doesn't represent anything special. Yes, I know it looks awesome. No, you may not have it, 'borrowing' or otherwise.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1120567