Weldric was born to a family of lesser nobility. As a child he was surprisingly strong for a child of his age. When Weldric turned 13, his parents presented him to the Temple to be trained as a Paladin for the forces of good. As Weldric trained, his instructors noticed he was handy with the long sword, showing a particular skill with it. Weldric was well liked by his peers and instructors alike. He also studied the scriptures to a lesser degree and became skilled in the healing arts. When Weldric turned 17, his trainers instructed him to go into the world fighting evil and injustice wherever it may be.
Weldric is 6' and 225 lbs. He has green eyes and shoulder length sandy blonde wavy dark brown hair. He can be friendly and gets along with most. However when confronted he can be very staunch and serious.
Weldric's goal for the meantime is to find others that would be willing to go on quests and other adventures in the name of good.
A Sentimental Value
Weldric holds his mother dear to him. Not a "mama's boy" at all. He keeps the portrait as a reminder of home and the hope he will come back a greater man than when he left. He secretly does all he does to make his mother proud.
I met Mariel at the Temple where I was training. She accidentally bumped into me while rounding a corner in the Temple. She laughed at our mutual "clumsiness" and went our way. I never forgot her and began asking others who she was and her status in the temple. I started asking for audiences with her and we developed a friendship of sorts. I would never do anything that would betray that trust.
House of Sorrows
He dwells in an alternate plane. He created the plane and was bound to it by angels that gave his sons special gifts. All the family is bound to this pocket universe due to the symbiotic relationship between the beings and the plane itself. The sounds of crying are due to the sorrow the man feel as he is a prisoner. Seeking redemption he wants to turnover his role as Creator to me. When and if this is done, he can be released from the prison he made and his children would have a means to escape as well.
The Beauty of Lady Fluke
Oh Lady Fluke your beauty surpasses
The grains of sand in the desert
Your comely face enchants me as a nymph
In the forest.
Your crimson lips I liken unto rubies
And their taste that of finest wine.
Your ample womanly charms entice me
Like starving man for won't of sustenance.
Loveliest art thou among all artesians
My Lady Fluke.