<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div><strong>Dale, Human Cloistered Cleric / Crusader (http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=48098g)</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background</div><div class="spoiler_body">Orphan. There are many such in the realms, and they range from leading the most noble, to the most ignomious of lives. This tale ends at neither extreme of those spectrums--though that is later, far later than this introduction goes. For this table begins almost thirty years ago on a stormy eve when a babe was left, still swaddled in heavy cloths to keep the rain off of it, upon the steps of an austere monastery. The monastery had been built to no god, but to the paragons of virtue, the Inevitables who protected the multiverse from the depredations of those who would steal time or rend space asunder to allow dark beings in, ones such as the world had not known since before reality had been created and the walls of creation had been put in place.<br/><br/>The cries of the babe awoke the monks from their slumber, and they stumbled outside to bring in the shivering child. "Dale", they called him, as many orphans were called in the Dalelands, and guided him to grow as one of their own. Days of learning passed, for they were not a monastery for martial arts, as dotted the Realms, but of learning. While he was not the most adept of students, Dale did his best and learned of various things, things from the wide outside world. And yes, after his lessons, he was often given leave to join the children of the nearby village at play, the one place he excelled as he grew up to be bigger and stronger than most boys his age.<br/><br/>Years passed, and one day the tranquility of study day in and day out was broken by an attack. Strange things opened portals in the air and slithered through. Slime-ridden tentacles and amorphous shapes flooded the air, strange creatures that seemed to exist in more than the four dimensions most beings existed in. The few monks who were unable to escape to the monastery were cut down almost immediately, and the creatures circled it, attempting to get inside at some secret the monks held, but the wards held--though not for long. Time after time the creatures banged at the walls and doors, causing crackles of light and sound to appear which pushed them back, yet each time the light appeared to grow dimmer.<br/><br/>And then salvation appeared--another portal pierced the air, and out of it came a rider in shining armor atop a horse. Glaive shining, he slew one monster after another, and despite being wounded terribly in the process, he succeeded in driving them back before fainting atop his horse. The monks were quick to come to the aid of their rescuer, and set about cleansing the numerous wounds that adorned his body and dressing them with poultices made to all the body to heal more quickly. Dale was enamored with the stranger, with how he had fought so valiantly and sacrificed himself for Dale himself, as well as the monks.<br/><br/>When the stranger came to, Dale begged him to teach him of what it meant to be a knight. The monks, sensing that Dale's time with them was coming to an end, gave their blessing, and thus Dale began to learn the meaning of the sword, spear, chain, and mace. The man, Harllin his name, took the time to teach Dale of swordcraft and some of the sorcery which he used, though Dale had little talent for the latter. Still, the day came when they clasped hands, Dale said goodbye to the monks, and rode to find his destiny.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Divine Healing</div><div class="spoiler_body">When using his abilities to heal, it appears almost as though time was regressing on a wound, becoming whole not because the wound is healing, but as though it had never actually been afflicted.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Deities</div><div class="spoiler_body">While Dale doesn't worship any specific deity to the exclusion of others, he certainly offers them thanks and calls on them in times of trouble, depending on the situation. A number of Good and Lawful deities would be happy to welcome Dale into their fold... he just hasn't really chosen one yet.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sexuality</div><div class="spoiler_body">Despite being far from unattractive, the only sorts of relationships Dale has had are of the one-night variety. He's heterosexual, and tends to prefer slimmer girl, which usually lends itself to elves.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Moral Shortcomings</div><div class="spoiler_body">While Dale is for the most part a stand-up individual, he does tend to see the world in black-and-white and extreme dichotomies which can lead him to being harsh or even cruel.</div></div>