Acheron Neir Dyrra / Aragon Medd

Human Variant, Cleric of Life/Immortal Mystic, Soldier Background

Description:

Acheron: Cleric of Life, Worshiper of Pelor. LN
Saving Throws: Wisdom/Charisma
Str: 14
Dex: 10
Con: 14
Int: 10
Wis: 16
Cha: 10

Skills: Athletics, Insight, Medicine, Perception (Passive: 15), Intimidation
Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Giants, Personal Cipher
Armor: All, Shields
Weapons: Simple
Feats: Alert, Linguist

Aragon: Immortal Mystic, NE
Saving Throws: Intelligence/Wisdom
Str: 14
Dex: 10
Con: 14
Int: 16
Wis: 10
Cha: 11

Skills: Athletics, Arcana, Medicine, Perception (Passive: 12), Intimidation
Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan, Giants, Personal Cipher
Armor: Simple, Martial
Feats: Alert, Linguist

Bio:

Acheron Dyrra
Acheron Dyrra was born Acheron Neir Dyrra, in the year 976YK in a farmers community to Michael Toran Dyrra and Karma Cale, and a few years later was the older brother to Echo Katrina Dyrra. Life was simple for the Dyrra Family. Hung on his father’s war-stories Acheron dreamed big on becoming a soldier like his father and mother as life was uneventful for most of his childhood. Five years before the start of this story and 32 years after Eldreen Reaches declared it’s own that it was an independent nation, Acheron was conscripted into the Eldreen Reaches military, where he met a charming and quite beautiful Elvish woman by the name of Naomi Oakden. Helping her around the various encampments on their travels he began to learn how to speak her native tongue, and she eventually taught him how to speak sylvan, they shared secrets in their own special little cipher as well, laughing and sharing jokes together that no one else were able to interpret. This was about the time when Acheron found his knack for healing and making sure he was able to keep his allies alive. After a few battles under his belt he was given a position as a specialist healer in a small band of seven individuals, all of which were best friends and had fought together during various skirmishes, including his wife to be Naomi. The months flew by quickly and it wasn’t before long where his Specialist Group, whom had taken the liberty to call themselves The Milika had been sent to deal with a quick in and out mission. The task brought them to the border of Eldreen Reaches where they were a days travel from where they needed to be. Late at night during the brightest of full moons the sounds of arrows flying through the air and the flashing of steel silenced a marry campfire. Acheron was rendered unconscious during some of the festivities and had taken an early leave. When he awoke he found himself under the bodies of his wife, and closest friends. blood soaking down his face and eyes as he watched in horror as his unknown assailants began to light a fire within the corpses. He forced himself out from underneath his impaled wife’s body and tore her necklace off which housed her promise ring. Something snapped within him as soon as he heard the snapping of the necklace chain and the clinking of the ring hitting the ground, and as he rose from the ground like a demon possessed he screamed out in anger, four bolts punched through his armor and he only screamed louder, pain and anguish merged together and he blacked out.
However a darkness grew that day, when he came to he was holding a great sword, a weapon he had no idea how to use, his hands were bloodied scarred his armor cracked and even missing several chunks in various areas. He dropped the sword and it hit the ground with a great thud, staring at his hands he couldn’t remember how it happened. looking down through his tear soaked eyes he saw a band of silver, kneeling he found that it was Naomi’s promise ring, thoughts entered his head, did he kill them? no he was underneath them. He looked around as he picked up the ring and crawled to one of the bodies, it was a member of the Black Highway. Anger filled his throat once again but fear suppressed it. He tried to provide life and only caused death, was this his permanent burden? He blacked out again, this time clenching his ring, and when he woke up, he was within a jail cell.

Aragon Medd
Awakened on the battlefield when Acheron was unable to handle the loss of his friends and wife, Aragon was born on the battlefield, as soon as he took over a violent rage washed over him, and as he stood up, he grabbed his friends great sword and began to swing like a madman, cutting down the people who murdered his comrades. it took no time at all before he stood in a pool of blood of his enemies and looked down clinching the sword hilt tightly as he pulled out each one of the bolts from his chest piece one at a time. The pain and fear of him becoming a killer caused his mind to blank and for Aragon to lose control of the body he had. He fell into slumber and has been waiting ever since

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