Mathell

Name: Mathell

Title(s): Doomguide of Kelemvor

Home/Location: Temple of Kelemvor, Sestra

Birthplace: N/A

Age: 23

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Patron Deity: Kelemvor

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Appearance:

An unremarkable man, standing at a rough 5'10 to 6 foot. His face is unshaven and worn, lips chapped and his eyes sunken. An emerald, near lifeless color adorns the depths of his eyes, offering a disquieting air beside his regular tendency to stare prolonged at the most mundane of objects and sights.

He exists and resides within his armor. Black platemail adorned with skulls and symbols of his god, Kelemvor, Mathell is most and generally only comfortable within the safety of his dark raiment.

To his side lays prominently displayed the jewel of his possessions and the prize of his adventuring life. The Blade of Final Rest, a potent enchanted bastard sword, it serves as his utmost tool for undead hunting. Mathell's preferred occupation.

Background:

An orphan of uncertain origins and cause, Mathell remembers little of his childhood outside of the temple, stating clearly to any who may ask "It had no purpose but to allow me to age until I was ready to be taught." It remains otherwise a mystery of how he survived until being adopted into the Kelemvorite church at the trifling age of six. An incredulous meeting between the boy and a passing Paladin of Kelemvor in the outskirts of Neverwinter City, led to the beginning of Mathell's life in faith. Awe-inspired by the Paladin's valiant words, gentle touch and heroic outfitting, an impression was cast into the child's mind that would not soon leave it. An eager acolyte thereafter in a temple along the northern Swordcoast, Mathell proved to be an odd example of Kelemvor's faithful.

A subject of many of the inherent foes and dangers that may find a Kelemvorite, Mathell early on weathered a vast majority of what his life would later shape out to battle. Originally trained as a country cleric to a smaller temple in the outskirts of Neverwinter, Mathell remembers with a vague muse the ideal of such simple times. His first temple overrun by the indignant dangers that possess the territories outside the city of Skilled Hands, alongside a few more in addition, the now-titled Doomguide has few remarks to give beyond his melancholic remembrance to the bitter abandoning of his early school and home to the wilds. Tasked at the age of fourteen as a messenger between outlying temples following the harsh abandonment of his home, Mathell did not hesitate to upgrade his task to following members of the Eternal Order that he came across between missions. Though his break from the simple life of study and more quiet-paced duty had never been intended to remain permanent, he not so subtly made the choice for himself when he begged entry into the Order after witnessing a ferocious battle from afar with a series of necromancers. Nearing twenty four now, he has stood time and time again as a valiant and capable member of both the priestly teachings bestowed upon him, as well as the more militaristic order he opted for in teenage years.

His zealous spirit and sword-arm did not go unnoticed by his church as such, a decidedly young example now of one carrying the banner of both a Paladin of the Eternal Order and the well-respected station of a Doomguide beside it. His place in Sundren is best known by the brutal daily assaults on all cases of undeath that plague the region, as well as the tender overseeing of many mortally wounded soldiers and unlucky adventurers, leading each into final rest with calming words of his god and the peaceful events that lay beyond.

Character Personality:

Religion speaks for the entirety of Mathell's being. Startlingly powerful faith in his god, Kelemvor, faith in His judgment and the uttermost faith in his own ability to dispense it. A dry, uncomplimentary arrogance adorns the heart of Mathell's faith, offering it to any more perceptive as an inherently selfish thing. Given numerous successful campaigns beside Kelemvor's Eternal Order, as well as his own private battles against a number of his god's foes, an unfolded sense of perfection often adorns his frame when questioned as to his skill in warfare. While he has not been without failure in duty, certainly more so in recent times, his still young mind instinctively lingers upon the fonder examples of his career. He takes to the subject of undead with alarmingly little bitterness and outward show of hate, a thing one could commonly describe from a man in his position. He opts for a more distant, imposing sort of indifference to any emotion besides that of the raw efficient drive that calls him to obliterate all such cases.

It is not uncommonly noted that his only compassionate side is shown when seeing to the more daily tasks of his clergy; the seeing to the peaceful transition of those who have met the end of their time. He makes good on his given title as a specialty priest within his faith, soothing words and calming hands offering pleasant respite and a quiet farewell.

Significant Relationships:

Drew Fairweather - A brother-in-arms and Favored of Kelemvor, the two make for curious comrades. Though conflict and debate often arise in subject between them regarding the church's priorities in Sundren, as well as along with such where best to relay her resources, they work surprisingly well side-by-side on the field.

Pyras Demathos - One of Mathell's earliest connections to the Sundren region, he holds an admirable respect and distantly-placed regard for the Red Wizard. A respect, Mathell admits when asked, is unlikely to ever be returned in same.

Lauan Tissle - An awkward, but growing friendship exists between the somber cleric and Thayan Knight. Though their bond of trust is delicate and fragile still, Mathell counts Lauan among the few noteworthy individuals of Sundren worth remembering.

Jessica C. Alexander - A slippery, whimsical person, Jessica embodies the literal polar-opposite of Mathell's character. Where he is stubborn and narrow-minded, she holds to being flippant and well-rounded. The same is true in reverse. A bristling relationship with as many ups as downs, their duo is a rare and often humorous one.