Stom Razel [WIP]

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Captain Stom Vald Razel

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Half-drow (Mainly human)
Birthplace: Surna
Diety: Chiefly Tyr

Alignment:
Chaotic Good

Affiliation:
The Sanctimonian Army.
Favored Enemies:
Sharites and Mercenaries

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Skills:
Swordsmanship: As an officer Stom is expected to know how to duel, though in truth he would rather find himself in melee.
Firearms: Having used a musket for much of his military career Stom can load, fire and maintain his weapon as well as any soldier would be expected to though he's by no means remarkable.
Unarmed Combat: Historically the Razel family has always loved it's fist fights and Stom is no exception to this rule.
Riding: Stom as spent a large part of his life in the saddle, be it moving about in battle or trundling along with his men he knows the proper ways about a horse, though he prefers to fight on foot.

Biography:

[WIP]
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Tasks:
Discover the identity behind the mysterious stalker. Complete
Render service unto the state: Ongoing
Rid the streets of Surna of it's mercenary infestation. In progress
Confront Shelob Razel In progress

Possessions:
Casual Inventory: (Worn around town)
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Combat inventory (Kept at home)
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The Razel Family Armor:
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Though much of the Razel family wealth has dwindled throughout the centuries the armor has remained, standing as a symbol and reminder of everything the Razel family stands for. The armor (not including the helmet, which mysteriously vanished soon after the cremation of Thorn Razel) has been passed down from generation to generation and is only ever worn by each true-blooded Razel when their body is cremated, trapping part of the deceased soul within the Stygian. This tradition has rendered the armor unwearable by living beings, as any attempt to wear the armor results in the entrapped souls taking possession of the wearer and sending him/her into a mad, violent bloodlust. Those who succumb to the bloodlust become single-minded killing machines, unable to meet even their most basic needs for survival meaning that in even the best of cases the wearer soon dies of dehydration or starvation.

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