An Age Unbegun: Not Men, but Wolves
A far less than moralistic holy one
+ Linguistic warlock: 5
+ Thievery without words: 5
+ Enough medical knowledge to make the charlatanry seem legit: 3
+ Shadow Walk
+ Smooth Talk
+ Thief’s Strike (Final Fantasy style ‘Mug’)
+ Deflection (redirect attacks that miss him against other foes)
+ Roll with it (reduce incoming damage)
+ Slick Feint (distract one foe, while hurting another)
+ Tumbling Strike (free, easier disengage attempt after the attack)
+ Bleeding Strike (causes a bleed effect)
+ The Three (Negative 2)
+ The Lich King (Negative 1)
ONE UNIQUE THING
Albus is able to sense a very specific kind of aura: wasted potential. Whatever an aura of real potential might appear as, Albus has no idea, but as that Aura starts to grow stale or rot, it becomes practically the only thing he can notice. As a result, Albus has learned to measure the rightness of actions not by laws or by morality, but by opportunities taken, leaving him with a very pathological alignment.
Everyone and everything has at least a little wasted potential of some sort, or at least Albus wants to believe that’s true, and a lack of an Aura terrifies him even more than an overwhelming aura upsets him.
Albus looks every bit the holy one – slender frame, radiant complexion, golden hair, sharp blue eyes, and a voice both gentle and unyielding. When not geared up for combat, he wears the graceful robes of a holy man, and disguises his weapons as the holy implements that complete the costume. When geared for battle, Albus dons leather armors, and keeps his sword drawn as often as not.
There are a lot of things Albus likes to talk about, but most of his past isn’t one of them. He prefers to claim that his life started in his adulthood, when he took a job as a magistrate in Drakkenhall, where he first began using his gift to make the world a greater (not better mind you) place. His role as magistrate however was short, due to his complete lack of traditional moral/ethical values, he was neither able to do his job for the common good or The Blue’s good. It wasn’t long before the orders came down that Albus was to be arrested and tried for a long list of crimes that more or less amounted to a lesser form of treason. And Albus left, got on the first boat he could to as far away as he could – Glitterhaegen.
As far as what led up to his job as a magistrate, well, Albus, like most holy ones, grew up in Santa Cora. His memories of his parents are vague at best, due to his abduction while he was still a small child. Albus’s parents adored him, but they did not love him, nor did they love his older sister Simone. Simone was, like their parents, human, and not touched by the gods of light. When Albus was born, Simone became an inconvenience, a waste of time that could be spent raising their golden child, their proof of righteousness. And when Simone was twelve, she grew tired of the neglect and outright abuse. She abducted Albus on his fourth birthday, and fled the house of suffering with the very personified reason of her pain. Albus remembers the years he spent on the streets with his sister far better than he’d like to. He remembers always that when the whole world stank of festering promises, Simone lived up to all that she could be, caregiver, protector, teacher. When Simone died the sad sort of death that young women on their own are so often victim to, Albus learned just how abhorrent graveyards were to his special gift. Within a week, he became a grave robber, and within a month when Simone’s grave soured with the wasting potential that permeated the world of the dead, Albus dug up her bones, keeping the warding scriptures and casting her into the ocean that she loved to visit.