Biography: Childhood (0-12): Growing up at the sea port of hurm i spent my childhood near the wharf. i used to watch in awe as the storms whipped at the coast. it always used to fascinate me seeing the unpredictable raw power of the lightning and rain on the land and against the ships. my father was a merchant sailor and used to sail from the port of hurm to the port of hempstead trading local trade goods found locally in hurm. often my mother was left alone to raise and discipline me but unfortunely due to my rebellious nature i would sneak out and spend time sitting at the end of the docks watching the sea. Adolescence(13-19): My parents thought it was important that i learnt the value of hard work so i spent my adolescence working at one of the local tarvens helping with mundane chores that the owner would give me but i didnt really care for the work so often i wouldnt show up and when i did only really worked when the barkeeper was watching me. one night when i was out at the docks watching the ocean i noticed a pirate ship anchor. i wasnt the most stout of boys so i decided to hide until they left. when i came out of hiding i noticed fire and smoke near where i live, i raced as fast as i could to see where the fire was as approached i saw that it was my house that was on fire i rushed in to see what had happened to my mother. i found her dead upstairs laying on her bed. i quickly rushed out before the fire consumed the house. and ran to the wharf to avenge my mother. but when i got to the wharf the pirates had already started to row towards their anchored ship. i tried to enter the water to swim after them but tired a few metres in, i remember screaming into the cold night for justice i then noticed the weather turning bad and a storm start to approach, so i ran to the coastline angerly watching the pirates sail away, a lightning bolt hits the mast of the pirate and the ship smashes against the rocks and the pirates drown. i remember feeling the storms had had righted a wrong that night. Adulthood(20-present): After waiting years for my father to return, i decided to set out to see what has happened to him. after traveling to the city of hempstead. I spent many months searching for my father. trying to gather as much information i could from the docked ships and local merchants. In my quest to find my father it brought me to a strange light blue building near the docks. Inside there was a gathering of men and women dressed up in the same light blue colours. I approached one of them and began to ask about my father and began to tell her my story on how i ended up here. she told me that the pirates that were killed in the storm are often favoured by mist due to their tenacious and cunning behaviours although these pirates did not gain the favour of mist for reasons unknown. I didnt realise mist wasnt the true cause of the justice that was served to those pirates that night although i am thankful for her storms. I was very interested into learning more about mist so the priestess started teaching me her teachings. after many sessions of being taught the ways of mist i realised that the chaos that mist brings is not only essential but a beautiful gift to mankind and one can only truely be at peace amongst pure chaos. It was at that moment i took peace from the anguish of my mothers death in the chaos and simplicity of the storm. after spending many months worshipping mist at the temple, i felt that it wasnt enough for the justice i perceived mist to bring, so i asked the highpriestess whether i could be initiated into the ranks of the mist temple. unfortunately for me it wasnt as simple as wanting to join, she told me i would have to proove my devotion to mist in all her glory and i was to wait till a storm approached and row out into into it and proove to mist that i was worthy enough to devote my life to her, A storm did hit the coastline of hempstead a few weeks later so i rowed out into the middle of it to proove myself, it only took a couple of hours before my boat was completely wrecked in the squall, my body was getting dragged under the water but i continued to fight until eventually i lost consciousness. I woke up on the beach a few miles down from the town of hempstead. I could barely stand so i dragged myself further inland and rested for the day. when i returned back to the temple the priestess said i was worthy to become an initiate so i decided to join the church. I spent many years learning about mist and her storms, although many of the priests and priestess believe she is wild and unpredictable i actually believe there's method to her madness. and good things can come from her destructive and whimsical actions due to my stout physical nature i learnt to fight well in heavy armour and focused using the morning star/flail and shield. I never did end up finding what happened to my father. Numbered Dogma Statements: 1. I acknowledge, have read and understood the dogma and expectations of my character and its chosen deity and agree to follow these rules to the best of my ability. 2. I will respect any storms i come across in homage of mist. i believe good can come from mist's unpredictable destructive nature. I will lend my services to only those that have proven themselves to be resourceful and cunning to overcome any natural obstacles. i will only pray for my spells outside and when possible i will seek storms and high wind/rain to pray in. I will consider any man or woman trying to control mist's beautiful fury as an enemy to the church and will try to stop them from succeeding in taming the storms to the best of my abilities. I will try to strengthen the church and spreading word of the of lady of the sea and try to further myself and rank within the church to a tide. 3. I see myself as a battle cleric so i will be using full plate in combat with the colours of my diety (blue) Also i will be using my diety favoured weapon with is the morning star. enchanted with electrical or frost damage to mimic the storms of the ocean.