Post by Rodrigo Finch on Jan 4, 2014 20:57:45 GMT -8
Name:Brother Rodrigo Finch (Roddy or Finch to his friends)
Age: 20
Class: Cleric
Appearance: "Finch" is as appropriate moniker, in all fairness. Everything about this young holy man simply exudes frailty, from his weak chin to the scattered brown hair like the fuzzy belly of a fledgling. To his credit, that applies to the face more than to the body, but only slightly more so. He is wiry, but not weak in physique, a body honed by walking, walking, and again more walking. Reinforcing that, he has the hands of a scholar, ill suited to any task more physically demanding than brandishing a staff or lifting a relatively heavy book.
As for clothes, Finch is a mendicant of the most traditional sort. He prefers the long robes of the clergy to really any other outfit, and really only has the one, well-worn and inexpertly repaired as it is. As he tends to fix it himself, with whatever materials he has available, the poor thing has become more a collection of patches than anything that identifies him with any one church or the other. And again, it only serves to reinforce the appearance of utter helplessness that tends to permeate his very being.
Personality: Brother Rodrigo is a pacifist, and about as ardent and traditional a pacifist as they come. He loathes the very thought of causing harm to another living creature, even against monsters or people dead set on causing others real bodily harm. He was one of those people simply tailor-made for a job in the clergy, and to his credit he seems to be an adept hand at all of the hallmarks of the profession. He is smart, well-read, versed in lore and history and above all, incredibly pious to the point of folly. He also takes to staff-work with a bit of aplomb, and takes to healing with joy for the exact same reason that the thought of causing people harm makes him anxious and frightened.
It's for this reason that Finch steadfastly refuses in fighting. The rumblings of war on the horizon cause him no shortage of grief, knowing as he does all the pain and suffering that war might very well bring to people. It is with that in mind that he has strived to take to the streets, preaching where he can and healing where he must, but ultimately on a quest to seek out those great causes of human suffering and stop them. Assuming he can even do that. Thinking ahead and forming realistic goals are not exactly two of Brother Finch's strong suits, a trait that can easily be traced back to a serious lack of perspective and grasp of his own limitations, that naturally comes with a life spent in a convent being trained to one day change the world.
Backstory: Brother Finch was not a healthy child. In fact, he was so chronically ill that he basically lived and breathed at the mercy of the local abbey and their trained healers. He was also weak spiritually, an easy target for bullies and brow-beating kids. His only recourse during these times was to retreat inward, if there was no way to retreat physically. In effect, the only job young Roddy was ever destined for seemed to be part of the clergy, since he was not strong enough or charismatic enough to seemingly survive in the real world.
So, he joined the abbey at the age of fifteen, and he had no designs to ever leave. There, his health improved slowly, and even saw a bit of a resurgence. He took to learning the staff quickly and easily, and was soon assisting the monks in healing the sick with the sort of joy that seems to naturally follow a man discovering his true calling. It was, for a time, a perfect existence.
However, one of the greatest pitfalls of an abbey is the inability to gain any sort of perspective on the world. A few grumblings of unrest here, a few reports of monster activity there; it seemed to the newly anointed Brother Finch that the world was on the verge of terrible calamity. Suddenly, a life reading holy books, prayer and healing what few people walk in was nowhere near as good a life as he thought. Over the next few weeks, he would petition the Abbot for leave and, after a fashion, he would get it. And so, with his meager supplies and a worn-out staff borrowed from the abbey, he set off on a mission to change the world. Or at least, to do what he could when the world wound up destroying itself. Which probably wouldn't happen. The big plan was not really in Brother Finch's head, to be perfectly honest.
Age: 20
Class: Cleric
Appearance: "Finch" is as appropriate moniker, in all fairness. Everything about this young holy man simply exudes frailty, from his weak chin to the scattered brown hair like the fuzzy belly of a fledgling. To his credit, that applies to the face more than to the body, but only slightly more so. He is wiry, but not weak in physique, a body honed by walking, walking, and again more walking. Reinforcing that, he has the hands of a scholar, ill suited to any task more physically demanding than brandishing a staff or lifting a relatively heavy book.
As for clothes, Finch is a mendicant of the most traditional sort. He prefers the long robes of the clergy to really any other outfit, and really only has the one, well-worn and inexpertly repaired as it is. As he tends to fix it himself, with whatever materials he has available, the poor thing has become more a collection of patches than anything that identifies him with any one church or the other. And again, it only serves to reinforce the appearance of utter helplessness that tends to permeate his very being.
Personality: Brother Rodrigo is a pacifist, and about as ardent and traditional a pacifist as they come. He loathes the very thought of causing harm to another living creature, even against monsters or people dead set on causing others real bodily harm. He was one of those people simply tailor-made for a job in the clergy, and to his credit he seems to be an adept hand at all of the hallmarks of the profession. He is smart, well-read, versed in lore and history and above all, incredibly pious to the point of folly. He also takes to staff-work with a bit of aplomb, and takes to healing with joy for the exact same reason that the thought of causing people harm makes him anxious and frightened.
It's for this reason that Finch steadfastly refuses in fighting. The rumblings of war on the horizon cause him no shortage of grief, knowing as he does all the pain and suffering that war might very well bring to people. It is with that in mind that he has strived to take to the streets, preaching where he can and healing where he must, but ultimately on a quest to seek out those great causes of human suffering and stop them. Assuming he can even do that. Thinking ahead and forming realistic goals are not exactly two of Brother Finch's strong suits, a trait that can easily be traced back to a serious lack of perspective and grasp of his own limitations, that naturally comes with a life spent in a convent being trained to one day change the world.
Backstory: Brother Finch was not a healthy child. In fact, he was so chronically ill that he basically lived and breathed at the mercy of the local abbey and their trained healers. He was also weak spiritually, an easy target for bullies and brow-beating kids. His only recourse during these times was to retreat inward, if there was no way to retreat physically. In effect, the only job young Roddy was ever destined for seemed to be part of the clergy, since he was not strong enough or charismatic enough to seemingly survive in the real world.
So, he joined the abbey at the age of fifteen, and he had no designs to ever leave. There, his health improved slowly, and even saw a bit of a resurgence. He took to learning the staff quickly and easily, and was soon assisting the monks in healing the sick with the sort of joy that seems to naturally follow a man discovering his true calling. It was, for a time, a perfect existence.
However, one of the greatest pitfalls of an abbey is the inability to gain any sort of perspective on the world. A few grumblings of unrest here, a few reports of monster activity there; it seemed to the newly anointed Brother Finch that the world was on the verge of terrible calamity. Suddenly, a life reading holy books, prayer and healing what few people walk in was nowhere near as good a life as he thought. Over the next few weeks, he would petition the Abbot for leave and, after a fashion, he would get it. And so, with his meager supplies and a worn-out staff borrowed from the abbey, he set off on a mission to change the world. Or at least, to do what he could when the world wound up destroying itself. Which probably wouldn't happen. The big plan was not really in Brother Finch's head, to be perfectly honest.
