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weare-inquisitor:I like listening. I’ve learned a lot from listening carefully.THE ICONIC INQUISITORName: Alistair DarlingAge: 24Race: HumanAlignment: Lawful Neutral. Alistair is for the law and will follow the law to the letter, whatever it be. He steers away from evil because most of the time, that which is evil is also illegal. Nevertheless, if presented with that situation, he would go about it as justly as possible.Backstory:Alistair Darling hails from the city of Hadria, a bustling metropolis seated in a forested valley, backed by the largest mountain for a hundred miles, The Stone. If anything is to be said about Hadria, it’s that it’s a city for the religious. Surrounded on its frontal side by an enourmous wall, the city sits in three layers: the Slum, the Middling, and the Acropolis. The Slum sits directly inside the wall and circles the entire city along with the wall. The Slum is inhabited by the finacially impoverished as well as the the morally impoverished. The Middling, or the Mid as the citizens call it, is a dense, multi-leveled cluster of housing districts and markets. Many races in habit the Mid and have separated out based on that, creating different cultural districts. It is here that Alistair lived. The final and highest level of the city, backed up flush against the mountain is the Acropolis, a temple district, designated strictly to holy places. Its a running joke among inhabitants that an undead couldn’t look at the Acropolis and not burst into flames.Alistair spent the first thirteen years of life in the Mid, occupying himself mostly with education and the helping of his mother in raising his twin siblings, a boy and a girl. His father was a retired military officer and a war hero, so Alistair’s family was quite well off. Having a soldier for a father and living in such a chaotic city drove Alistair to order. He thrived in it, could not exist without it. Upon Alistair’s coming of age, he announced to his father that he would be joining the church as an Inquisitor. A deeply religious man, his father was overjoyed. The profession, Alistair felt, had been his calling; it required him to be strict, and it challenged his intellect. Alistair took the rest of his day to go to his family’s preferred temple, and seek out the Inquisitor, Ronan. Having found Ronan’s study, Alistair waited at the door for an hour, awaiting Roran’s return. After such a long time, the boy grew restless and decided to see if Roran was in fact, in his study. Opening the door, Alistair found himself face to face with a room full of men talking in hushed voices around a table. Roran looked up to see the boy, and silenced the men, ordering them out. Alistair stood frozen, still looking Ronan directly in the eyes as the men exited around him. After assessing his situation, Alistair closed the door behind him and approached the table, awaiting his retribution for interippting what must have been a very important meeting. He looked up to see the man holding back laughter and at that, Roran burst. “Bwahahaha, ye should see the look on yer face boy! What did ye think I was going tah do, smite yeh? No, no, that’s Paladin’s buisiness. What is it ye want?” Alistair, after a slight pause replied, informing Roran of his intention. The man scratched his chin and replied with a smirk “Aye, that’d be punishment enough for ye. Are ye sure?” “Never been more sure about anything, sirrah,” Alistair replied. Roran burst into a laugh again and slapped the boy’s shoulder. “He say tha’ now but ge’ back tah me in five years.” And Alistair became an Inquisitor in training.For ten years, he trained in mental conditioning, martial training, and divine studies. He loved the order that it brought the his chaotic city life. Upon his final test, he was given his first assignment: Go out into the world; seek truth, enact justice, and root out lawbreakers at any opportunity. At once, Alistair packed a small bag, grabbed his Holy Symbol and notebook, and said goodbye to his family. He set out from Hadria, prepared to defend the truth with all his heart and ready to bring justice to those who deserve it.Divine Words: Word of Consciousness, Word of ForceWeapons: Alistair prefers the feel of a plain steel longsword in his hand but will resort to using his silver darts in case of undead/demonic baddies.Quirks: Alistair is a bit of a collector and note taker, and if something catches his eye, he will find a way to get it. Because of this habit, his person is a bit encumbered by a series of pouches, bags, and bandoliers. Though the storage system looks something like “throw this rubbish here and that there,” Alistair’s need for order has created the perfect storage system in his mind.Just so everyone knows, our inquisitor has switched blogs to this address, so please follow them here instead. -- source link

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