Sounds good to me. Plus, you never know when you might want to "get the band back together", and get to adventuring again.
Character Name: Adrith Lightborne
Race: Aasimar (Angel-blooded)
Class: Paladin
Alignment: LG
Size: Medium
Height: 6'
Weight: 200 lb
Skin: Copper
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Raven black, long
Background:
Adrith was found as a babe on the steps of a temple, with no indication of who, or what, he was. He was raised by the clergy, and was taught the ways of the church of Iomedae, the goddess of justice and honor. While his early childhood was somewhat boring, barring the standard mischief making of children that earned him stern looks from the stuffier members of his adopted family, the rest of his youth was drastically different.
While he was around 13 or 14, slavers sacked the village, and the temple. Being just a wiry lad, he fought back, to no avail. Those too old to serve were put to the sword, and the rest were taken as slaves. The next several seasons passed in a blur of abuse, neglect, or plain indifference. Despite the conditions, Theo always remembered his prayers and rituals. The other slaves never quite understood his devotion, after all, they were still slaves, but it gave him hope, and it seemed to help the younger members of their group.
At 16, his life took another drastic turn. While working in the camp, he was sent to fetch lunch. When he arrived, he was stunned by the sight of one of the slave girls, Ria, fighting off a guard trying to force himself upon her. Grabbing the glowing poker from the fire, Theo struck the oaf as hard as he could. While the man was out, Adrith had the girl hide, set on taking the blame himself, knowing that whatever they did to him, would be light compared to what would befall young Ria. When the man regained what little sense he had, he saw not the young tart that had interested him, but an angry looking youth with a poker, with some of his blood on it.
While he awaited his punishment in a cage, he rubbed at the burned patch on his arm, the brand for disobedient slaves an angry, raw, red. He knew he was to be punished, and severely, in the morning. Instead of falling into despair, he prayed to his goddess for strength. Instead of the calm that he normally felt from the familiar actions, he felt something whisper to him. "None who uphold my laws are ever left to face their foes alone little one. Sometimes peace needs to be fought, and bled, for..."
None of the slavers tell the same story of what happened next. Some claim that a wrathful god rampaged through camp, while others claim an army attacked them in the night, setting everything aflame. The only thing thing that seems constant in their wildly conflicting stories is a figure, long black hair wild in the fire lit camp, that seemed to glow as he fell upon those that dared to try to attack the escaping slaves.
(went a little long winded on this, sorry :) )
Concept is a generally calm man, who tries to do his best to bring peace and hope to the lands. Sometimes this comes from mediating disputes, helping fight off bandits, or curing the sick. While the years have taught him patience, slavers will bring him to a righteous anger in an instant. The slavers brand on his arm is still an angry mark on his flesh, that he keeps to remind him of his roots. He trusts his goddess implicitly, and will gladly go anywhere she sends him, knowing that he will be needed wherever she directs.
