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Midas
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« on: August 23, 2007, 04:56:44 PM »

One edit made in the history; reason for celibacy added in paragraph about his teenage reclusion.

Name: Midas
Title: Love Doctor
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Tribe: Helcrani
Occupation: Devotee of the Three Flames and Love Doctor (strictly on the side)

Midas is a curious yet ultimately amiable person to meet. He appears calm and introverted, if not completely melancholy, on his own, but is strictly sociable and jovial when others, friends and strangers alike, are around. The priest is not a shy man, nor a modest or reserved man. True to his god, his lifestyle is open ended and personable... occasionally to the point of being intrusive and even offensive at times. He is not afraid to be physically expressive in conversation or with other people and is almost shockingly open with any subject matter. Midas’ affections have never been limited by gender or age, but the man’s magnetism towards beauty is one to be mentioned.

Appearance
Midas is not so much a handsome man, but rather such a charming, ageless and obliviously sharp looking fellow people seem to gravitate towards him. His cocky grin, casual swagger and generous hand gestures have been well known to woo girls of all sorts unintentionally. Lean and slim from his lifestyle with an unrelentingly wiry build, Midas is moderately toned from travel and charitable labor, with a healthy sun-kissed glow to his skin. He stands tall, just under two peds with long legs, arms and large, dexterous hands. Even though he fast approaches thirty, Midas’ mannerisms and good health betray no age greater than twenty five save for some laugh lines subtly developing around his eyes and mouth. On the underside of his left and right forearms are two tattoos in black ink, the names Isobelle and Sophie. Tattooed on his right calf is a flame with two smaller ones on either side, the entirety of the symbol no larger than his palm.

Midas’s face is trim and angular, with a very defined jaw and chin. His nose is long, with a small bump down the middle as though it has been broken once or twice and comes to a slim point not too protrusive from the rest of his face. High cheekbones and almost perpetually lifted brows tend to give him a sly look; the cocky, almost arrogant, grin he possesses does little to remedy the impression. Midas’s eyes, or rather his left eye, is slightly peculiar. One of his identifiable traits is the droop to his left eyelid, a defect from birth, that causes his right eye to appear much larger. As a self conscious teen, Midas adopted a tendency to wink or raise one of his eyebrows to try and mask the “lazy” eye, a foible he keeps up into his adulthood. In addition to this, Midas has acquired a pair of spectacles to make it harder to see his eyes clearly save for the frequently waggling brows above. Midas’s hair is, supposedly as a natural testament to Etherus, a fiery, crisp auburn. He keeps it relatively long, just past his ears, so that the straight strands frame his face from a part down the center.

Quiet, uncomplicated and simple by lifestyle, Midas’s clothing reflects the same attitude. He wears a plaid white, beige and orange shirt with loose sleeves that fall past his knuckles when not rolled or bunched tightly at his bicep. It had buttons once upon a time, but all have long been ripped off or remain dangling precariously by a thread like a loose tooth. As such, it hangs open, revealing a tanned, toned chest and stomach that fetches more than one girl’s idle stare. His pants are a grim khaki in color, bound at the waist with a slightly darker band of fabric adorning a few pouches and small sacks. They fall loose to his shins, brushing freely as he moves. Almost perpetually deficient of footwear, Midas simply goes barefoot, whether for comfort or because he has misplaced (or traded or given) his shoes once again. Midas appears almost immune to temperature at times, able to brave even the most crisp of autumn breezes in nothing but this usual attire. Unfortunately, Midas is a mortal and must succumb to the cold once in a while. While he avoids frigid temperatures, travelling as the season changes or retreating home, should he find himself caught up in it he does favor a heavy pair of boots and a longer, thicker version of his pants. Made of thick nude wool, Midas keeps a long jacket with a deep hood in the bottom of his sack that too appears to have lost its buttons, and crisply form fitted to his slender frame, particularly at the waist. Midas wears his token hat at all times but three: eating, praying and making a pretty acquaintance. He loves his hat. Made of black wool felt, it is roughly bell shaped (it may have been a bowler at one point, but has long since been soaked, squished, crushed, frozen, forgotten, trampled and awful things done upon it that it retains no comprehensible shape) and fits snugly on his head, coming down just over his eyebrows. Midas’ casual and carefree wares often suggest that he is a man of the streets, or some kind of poor laborer. The motives behind his manner of dress are unknown, but given the aged and tattered state of his effects, it can be assumed it’s a matter of comfort, personal style, an anti-material morality and the lack of funds or bother to purchase new ones.

Personality:
Midas is upfront, casual and best known for his instantaneous intimacy. On his own, he can appear from a distance melancholy and self-concerned, but once available to chat with others, does so with such life and vigor most people find themselves quickly charmed and pleased with his company. Unfortunately, such pleasant company has been known to run short as Midas’s considerations for reservation and personal space are revealed to be of little weight. He is an incredibly personable and quickly familiar man who treats anybody as a close friend. With an overwhelming appreciation of beauty and raised in a temple of Etherus his whole life, Midas loves a pretty face and isn’t halted or even shied by gender. Truly, the priest doesn’t usually mean his advances in a sexual or even romantic intention, but simply tells things as he feels openly and outright, and if he thinks a person worthy of flattery he will try his sincerest effort to let it be known. Naturally, such a display of raw affection gets the poor man into trouble. Fortunately, his upraising never allowed him to understand the reasons or technicalities of fighting, and as such never responds physically. Unfortunately, Midas has yet to figure to bite his tongue, and is lucky to be granted the gift of speed or a democratic tongue.

Midas was raised with the priestesses of three temples that dedicated each to the practice of the three sun gods, Foiros, Armeros and, in Midas' case, Etherus. He was raised with the values of all three of these gods because of the close communication between the three abbeys with a strong sense of honor, appreciation for life, generosity, love, respect and fairness. As such, and in addition to his naturally magnetic and jovial personality, Midas lives a near carefree and minimal lifestyle. Believing strictly that bettering the lives of others will better his connection with the Three Flames, Midas strives to please even if it means sacrificing his own comfort or happiness. He has a passionate approbation of love which makes him personable and charismatic to the extreme. His celibacy confuses most and frustrates some, but he stays to it with a grim determination and no regret. As well, Midas has a keen sense for fairness and democracy, thus making him a good mediator in many matters, though he tries to avoid conflict at all. His knowledge in gardening allows him to live from the land as he can, and purchases minor eats in return for manual labor at towns he comes across or from friendly charity and donation from those he helps. Midas prefers to walk than ride and water to wine and has little to no magnetism for money or valuable things yet encourages, even helps, people to attain what they wish. He believes that life is short and should be enjoyed, and will live his humble life to ensure that others do.

Midas loves beauty and is able to find it in the most unsuspecting of places and people. He does ultimately have a good sense of character though he is quick to smother his own negative hunches with the firm belief that all people are good and should be given a chance. That said, he also has a hard time understanding why people do not feel the same way he does. He has a hard time with being turned down or ignored, not able to comprehend that people are not as eager or easy to befriend strangers and his persistence has made trouble for the man in the past. Midas also loves romance and is a notorious matchmaker. He often bases his matches on inconsequential, and occasionally imagined, similarities and traits and once his mind is made, is almost impossible to tear off the hunt. He often conducts ridiculous, though surprisingly ingenious, plans to bring the unfortunate pair together and has actually been quite successful in the past. Despite his slightly flakey nature and troublesome quirks, Midas is far from incompetent. His young legs and strong back is well received by farmers, smithies, ranchers and innkeepers alike, his amiable personality makes him easy to keep around and the fact that he’s happy with a hot meal in thanks makes for cheap labour.

Strengths:

•   Midas is a powerfully cordial person with a social allure that spans numerous circles. He is friendly and welcoming, with a wicked sense of humor and gift for flattery. Women seem to flock to him, given his boyish charms, worldly knowledge and an insatiable love for chatter. With a gift for storytelling and a smile that could put a bull to ease, Midas is a rich and warm companion. Children adore him because of his ‘good big brother’ personality and most people find him helpful and generous. On his best days, Midas could stop wars.

•   Midas loves love. He couldn’t care less about falling in or out of it himself, but he finds a peculiar amount of glee in helping others with such troubles. It did not take long, after years of study with his sisters, for him to find, perfect and tweak the formula for love, lust and everything in between. With a way with words, the magic of persuasion and an innate touch of sincere nosiness, Midas has earned himself the reputation of becoming a most formidable ‘love doctor’. He lends out his services, in return for small favors or basic necessities (like food, cots or shoes), to the lovelorn and lovelost lads and lasses he comes across. Whether it is sound advice, a lesson in flower arranging, dance tips, makeovers or just general meddling, Midas can spark a fire between people with an uncanny ability... at least for a while. In addition to his more social methods, Midas has combined his interests in gardening, cooking and experimental (and often failed) alchemy towards the concocting of love ‘potions’. Often either just perfumes or potentially disastrous aphrodisiacs, Midas usually has a few vials or spoonfuls lying around.

•   Given his temple’s way of doing things, Midas has a strict code of generosity. He is adamant in sharing whatever wealth and fortune he may come across and aids whomever he may come across in their current endeavor. His ability to be sincerely and entirely helpful proves to be especially advantageous for the priest who never dares ask for aid; if his acquaintance becomes privy to a need of his, sometimes they are more willing to lend a favor in return.

•   Despite the apparent mundane quality of his other skills, Midas possesses a wide array of bland abilities that he has managed to pick up at random throughout his various travels and exploits. The priest is thus a notable cook, gardener, maid, nurse, masseuse, tailor, nanny, carpenter, goat herder, guitar-player and general odd-jobber. Though none of his secondary skills can really be commended as particularly useful or unique, they can be worth having when the time calls or just when a pretty girl is giving him a harder time than he’s used to.

•   Having always kept himself healthy and in moderately good shape, Midas is slightly above average physically. He’s not spectacular to the point of making him worth anything in a fight, but simply adds a little something to offer when it comes to working on a broken roof or wooing a pretty lady.

Weaknesses:

•   Midas flirts. Midas flirts with anybody and anything that demonstrates a shred of kindness, interest, appeal or breath. Immediately familiar with those he meets, the boy is not at all uncomfortable touching, hugging and even kissing perfect strangers just because he thinks they’re a nice person. He loves women, especially young, beautiful women, and appears to chase after them with the life and vigor of a fourteen year old lad. Even more dangerous, Midas also loves men. He’s unafraid to tell a sailor that he’s beautiful or compliment a blacksmith on his cheekbones, because Midas simply loves people. Sincerely, he’s not a sexually perverted or mentally touched boy; the priest simply has an appreciation for beauty, both inside and out, and is completely at home expressing it as he believes it should be. Additionally, many men despise Midas not only for his generous dollops of affection towards them, but his uncanny ability to steal their women. As a result, Midas finds himself more often than not in the company of those of a female-persuasion until they too grow weary of his pursuits once they realize it leads only to a dead-end.

•   Dangerously generous, Midas often finds himself alone, stranded and poor as a boot. In the name of Etherus, he commonly gives away his worldly possessions, even the ones he may desperately need later on. Though not a stupid man, he is not an especially bright or practical fellow, and his greatest defeat is the inability to think ahead, plan and anticipate. His way with people is probably the only thing that has saved him from being stranded without salvation.

•   Even though Midas flatters and seduces everyone around him, he’s a paradox in himself since the priest has vowed himself to celibacy. Nobody’s really quite sure why he’s done this, perhaps stemming from a relationship in his past, but regardless of his motives, it has caused Midas some problems. Midas is a reckless heartbreaker and more than one brother, father or good friend has taken a hand to his face because of it. He can also carry with him a somewhat scandalous repute because of his tendency to make multiple very close acquaintances without seeing cause to mention them to one another, or simply mean-hearted rumors.

•   Due to growing up in a temple that largely followed Etherus, Midas regards sex with a frivolity that most people find offensive if not alarming. He encourages and talks openly about it, and has even gone so far as to inquire into the 'practices' of couples that are going through a rough patch. Some of the more liberal of his temple sisters taught him some exotic and often embarrassingly fresh morsels of information that Midas is not particularly shy to share.

•   Because of his faith in Armeros, Midas is a thorough pacifist and has no desire to defend himself, much less possesses the means to do so. This tendency gets rather hairy when it comes to Midas' disposition to alarming, offending, embarrassing, surprising, astonishing or just generally riling up any sort of crowd.

•   Midas' honesty and sincere naivety has been known to get him into trouble. He often forgets that people are not all quite as honorable, truthful and trustworthy as he would wish and despite his tendency to be a generally good sense of character, he ignores his instincts and trusts without a second thought.

Possessions:
   Midas has little regard for money or worldly possessions for himself, and therefore has very little interest in keeping much on his person. Aside from his clothing, it is unusual to find much more on Midas than a blanket, a few herbs, the most basic tools and supplies and whatever odds and ends he comes across. He finds garbage fascinating, and sometimes quite beautiful, and stows away curious bits of trash that come to him. In addition to these supplies, it is quite usual for Midas to have a tiny supply of 'potions' at his disposal. Why he makes them, it's not quite understood, but Midas is fascinated by how the heart works. He uses his knowledge with herbs to devise perfumes and ointments which he gives away quite freely with the intent to create a 'love potion' someday. Generally they are simply fine smelling perfumes and oils, but the priest has begun to slowly uncover the potential of less than savory smells that may hold a secret similar to that of musk. Whether the particular concoction that Midas has on hand will in fact work, is completely up to chance.

Familiars:
   Midas has a bit of a natural affinity to animals and them to him, probably much for the same reason that people seem to enjoy his company. Despite this, Midas believes that is morally quite wrong to believe that one could “own” an animal, and therefore has no pet. On the other hand, Midas’ friendly nature does not limit him to humans and should he find an animal hungry, tired, wounded or just plain bored, he will happily take it along with him until the creature in question grows weary of the monk. Because of this, Midas has been sighted in the past with, in no particular order, a parrot, a three legged hound, a blind cat, a goat, three pigs, a freshly sheered sheep and a white and brown calf and its mother.

History:

   A crisp autumn's day ushered in the first day of a tiny boy's life and by dusk it was nearly swept away in the harshness of the night. It was by some great stroke of luck that the babe, a red-haired newborn of petite stature, was found in the gardens of the temple by a mistress clad in white. She scooped him up and carried him inside without a hesitation to welcome him into her arms and her home. Midas was a sickly child, born too early to a poor farming couple and abandoned within the week, but within the creaking walls of the Temple of the Etherus, he was given a second chance.

   The Temples of the Three Flames was an unremarkable cluster of humble, if not decrepit, structures erected in the northern center of the Aurora Plains amongst the homesteads and tiny settlements. It was a figure of charity and justice, occasionally acting as a meeting hall, school, court and center of worship. The women who lived there (for all the men in the area were pressed to their calling as farmers and found little time nor practicality in joining the clergy) lived simple, charitable lives full of a contagious optimism and love for community. They were the hub of the loosely knit society, too busy scraping a living off the land, and acted as a sort of relief center. Three gods made their home with the priestesses: Armeros, Foiros and Etherus. The values pressed by these deities featured those of justice, honor, valor, community and generosity. The priestesses worked hard to spread these notions to the farmers and it was often in vain for they had grown cold and selfish with every failing harvest.

   Midas' coming brought the ladies a beacon of hope. He was their Golden Boy. His fiery hair, rippling smiles and peeling laughter at the slightest of joys breathed life into the mundane. As a toddler, Midas was in the care of the two youngest girls in the temple but managed to sneak away and raise himself in his stubborn curiosity. He loved nature and the temple's garden where he had been left to die, awed by the birds, the plants and the creatures of the earth that made their home there. He smelled of earth for the first six years of his life and craved it every year after. He was a small boy, smaller than the girls that cared for him, but his weakness hardly held him back. Even his eye, deformed from birth, proved to be of little deterrent to his fiery insistence to live life. The women adored him, even as a child, and fawned over him. They taught him about the gods and saw Etherus in him. They raised him in his image and Midas embraced their teachings and Etherus' morals to heart. Generosity was natural and in it he discovered how love can be channeled in the form of giving.

   As a young teenager, Midas went through a phase of reclusion, one that worried the rest of the temple into a state of distress. He took to locking himself away and poring over books and scrolls and letters. The older women accepted it for what it was, but the younger priestesses were desperate for his attention and feared his state was to stay. For years Midas barely said a word, a melancholy, obedient young man who's brows were forever pursed in thought and he even went so far as to become self conscious of his eye. This trial in his life did benefit him; not only did it make him a sort of legend among his young lady acquaintances, but allowed him months of focused reading and training in his calling. During this period of reclusion, Midas did much soul-searching and introspective examination, and came to several conclusions about his life. This included his decision to remain celibate for the rest of his days (unless he should find himself married, but at this point Midas always considered that an impossibility and not worth considering) for he despised the ability for the physical act of sex to override love instead of enhance it; he would not risk defiling love in the name of a personal and individual desire that came from the body and not the soul. It was not until he was fifteen that Midas came out of what had appeared to be a trance, and had transformed miraculously into a physical embodiment of hormones and merrymaking. Indeed, his shyness in the change of his body had all but evaporated and in his newfound physical adulthood, Midas embraced the sheer exhilaration that was intimacy. The very spontaneity of his transformation worried the small family that had began to form, but over time they adjusted to Midas and accepted him as a fixture of the temple. His duties were daily but few, cleaning and general maintenance of the building, as well as helping around the community as necessary. His reputation as a helpful odd-jobber carried far, and soon he was travelling for days at a time at the will of the community. With this he was comfortable with, for it enabled him the privilege of travel and meeting new people. Alongside his charity, his reputation also carried with it a notoriety in flirtation and innocent seduction. Every teenage girl in the region fell for his charisma and his charms, and every woman saw in him the youthful vitality she craved from her own husband. It was in his swagger and smile and the way every word was meant for you alone. With Midas, you were always the center of attention even when all eyes were on him. And despite all the heartbreak and teenage drama he carried with him, despite his livid love for beauty and despite every paternal instinct that brewed within, fathers treasured him for his love of work and the joy he brought to their daughters. Before he was twenty, Midas had won over every mother, earned the respect of every father, enraged every competitor and wooed every lady; except one.

   Isobelle was everything Midas was not. She was studious, polite, introverted and subdued in nature with a love for quiet and darkness, a daughter of Foiros. It was in her gray eyes that Midas found peace and the beauty in her darkness that he craved. But nothing won her. His humor, his honesty, his looks and his doting attention meant nothing to her. They were friends of course, for Isobelle was indeed the daughter of the priestess that had found Midas and she had lived alongside him, though a few years older. They played together, shared secrets, traded chores and took on challenges, but Isobelle was intent to never let it progress beyond it. He would ask her and pry, analyze everything she said for a hint or a weakness. But all she would give him were a few simple words that burned in his mind each night as he lay in his cot: "All in good time. That's all we have." These words gave Midas no comfort for his young heart twisted at the sight of her and his arms wanted nothing more than to have her. Neither paid much head to the writhing jealousy of the girls who saw them together and witnessed the spell she had on him. Nasty rumors spread like wildfire as they can among girls . Isobelle was dubbed a witch who had cast some hex on their Golden Boy that made him impervious to the aromas of the food they made for him, the dresses they trimmed for him or the childish ploys they tried to win him away. Oh how they craved his attentions, which he gave without thought, but in the end, it was Isobelle's black hair and Isobelle's soft, whisper of a laugh that called him back.

   And of all the jealous and petty girls, there was Sophie. Sophie was technically Isobelle's second cousin, though she was raised by a stern sort of woman who may or may not have been her grandmother in the hall of Armeros. She was completely head over heels in love with Midas, and followed him everywhere like a puppy. She laughed louder, smiled wider and felt like gold every time he was near. She was also over ten years younger than him. Not unlike her cousin, Sophie was a ray of sunshine and a child that Midas adored. Her eagerness for life shone through in her eyes, her smile and her wheaty blonde hair; through Midas, Sophie had adopted her radiance and sheer energy. But Sophie was met with nothing but frustration when the boy she adored all her life and loved by the tender age of six saw her as nothing but a child. The fun he had with her he seemed to trade up in an instant a pretty face or a short skirt strutted by. In this, an intense, one-sided rivalry developed between the cousins.

   Time passes and little changes in the community. People don't make a habit of coming or going and despite the temple's best efforts, little changes in regards to the sense of community the small locality shares. When Isobelle was twenty four and Midas not far behind at twenty one, she fell in love. It was much to Midas' disenchantment, however, that it was not with him. Neill was a horse breaker at his father’s ranch some distance away, but often found himself in town since the lad fancied himself a vet of some sort. He was tall, dark and deviously handsome, with strong broad shoulders and legs that moved him like the wind. Though quiet and, as far as Midas was concerned, not overtly friendly nor entertaining, he smiled at ease for his priestess. What Midas lacked in practicality, handiwork and simple brawn, Neill possessed in spades. The next spring, the two were married and Isobelle moved out to Neill’s ranch much to the smaller boy’s chagrin and the quietly exuberant joy of every other young girl in the region whose competition had suddenly decreased tenfold.

   However, while the feminine chasers doubled in number, Midas’s interest in staying at home began to wane. Without Isobelle to chase after, and Sophie’s schooling having been taken up by an older woman of the temple whom the youth affectionately knew as the Bull, the young man found himself at a loss and needed something to fill the void. After some discussion with the priestess heads and a long bout of personal deliberation, Midas came to the decision to engage on a long trek in order to offer his charitable services and spread the word that his temple spoke. His farewell was a grand one, the community hosting a huge reception, a party where Midas undoubtedly worked his charms to his greatest capacity. The following morning, he departed quietly and humbly from the temple, promising to return when he could.

   For almost a decade Midas has been travelling, giving his services, possessions and his love in an effort to better the world as a whole. He travels mostly on whims, makes friends and companions easily, but finds himself departing from them just as quickly. Each autumn, given good graces, Midas tries to return for the harvest to help, revisit his youth, spend time with the women that raised him to and flirt with every girl he deemed eligible in the region.
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« Reply #1 on: August 23, 2007, 11:25:47 PM »

I love him! I adore him! I'll give you a complete read-through once you have the history up (which promises to be good, judging by the rest of the CD) and I don't doubt you'll have your approvals very soon.

Let me just congratulate you on a very well-written piece, and I look forward to roleplaying with you.
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« Reply #2 on: August 24, 2007, 03:14:37 AM »

I can only agree, this CD is so far nicely written.

However, and I feel sorry to say this, priests (clerics) are not allowed to be played yet for they are not developed , nor is clerical magic posted (see restrictions) . You would not know HOW to play him. I don't think, that Etherus' priests will be one of the first who gets their entry.

Then, I doubt that there will be temples for all three sungods together, for though they belong to the same "category", i doubt that priests of Armeros will look very friendly at those of Etherus. A sanctuary for all 12 is something else.

What is a love doctor?

Sorry again, but I think your creativity will soon find another way to develop your char.
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« Reply #3 on: August 24, 2007, 05:13:09 PM »

Thank you. This is my newest addition to my ever-growing list, if you didn't already know ^^

Midas isn't a cleric. He's simply a priest, or a devout follower if you prefer. I won't stomp on any(more) clerical toes quite yet. I'll flesh out more about the temple and what he believes moreso in the history, which is coming slowly but surely!
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« Reply #4 on: August 25, 2007, 07:31:23 AM »

What is the difference between cleric and priest?

Priest do use "clerical" magic and it is not defined yet what they are able to do.
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« Reply #5 on: August 26, 2007, 06:30:33 AM »

Well, I never intended for him to have any magical element to him. He simply follows Etherus (well, all three of the fire gods but Etherus in particular) very closely and does his part to "spread the love" in a sense xD
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« Reply #6 on: August 26, 2007, 06:46:53 AM »

Well, then he is a follower or believer in Etherus, but not a priest.
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« Reply #7 on: August 26, 2007, 07:23:12 AM »

But he was raised in a temple to him. Aren't there "clergy" to the gods that don't channel their faith in the form of magic? I don't mean to make a big deal of this, but it's far more self-explanatory of his role to use the term "priest". Or perhaps even monk?
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« Reply #8 on: August 26, 2007, 07:29:57 AM »

I'm not trying to butt in or anything but I think it would help to clear everything up if you used disciple, but that is just my opinion.

I think monk would work too.
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« Reply #9 on: August 26, 2007, 07:36:13 AM »

I don't thinkit works out this way. A cleric, priest or whatever has an education, even if I think at monks who, let us say are not too bright and do a lot of labour like doing the washing and the tables etc, work in the kitchen - even they are held to pray to their gods and since every prayer can be heard by the gods they do magic!  Everybody can do "clerical magic", even normal people.

That does not mean, that your char cannot be raised in that temple and can believe in Etherus and be a follower of him . he will probably do clerical magic, (when praying) but it is not expected from him as from a cleric, priest or monk.

Why don't you just say, he is a devotee of Etherus?
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« Reply #10 on: August 26, 2007, 12:00:20 PM »

Alrighty Talia, you are the expert after all ^^
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« Reply #11 on: March 02, 2008, 06:28:09 PM »

Updated and ready for a shredding. Please point out any inconsistencies because it's been edited a few times and I'm too tired to trust my own proof read. Comment away, chicos!
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« Reply #12 on: March 12, 2008, 11:32:51 PM »

From my reading I see no inconsistencies and see a fast future to approval for this travelling devotee. Great job.  :)
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"Don't laugh at me, Don't call me names, Don't get your pleasure from my pain, In God's eyes we're all the same, Someday we'll all have perfect wings, Don't laugh at me"
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Pikel Thunderstone
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« Reply #13 on: March 13, 2008, 10:08:28 AM »

First approval for Midas :)

A good read, luca, as usual.
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Simonne Miller
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« Reply #14 on: March 13, 2008, 04:19:02 PM »

I would like to see one small thing added before I give my approval, and that is at what point he vowed to be celibate.

Other than that, I don't see any problems... So when that's taken care of, you have my approval :)
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