Nothing can shake my optimistic attitude.
I see omens in every event and action. The gods try to speak to us, we just need to listen
Aspiration. I seek to prove myself worthy of my god’s favor by matching my actions against his or her teachings. (Any)
I will someday get revenge on the corrupt temple hierarchy who branded me a heretic.
Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.
Nobody knows who Pyntle’s real parents are. He was found as a baby in a basket on the foot of the steps of the Great Church with a bag of gold, and a note saying raise my son. What is obvious is that he is at least partial a Black Orc. So even though the Great Church raised him, they tried their best to keep away from the public. Pyntle’s main teacher was a kindly old man Finster Maiz who handled last rights for all the cities dead. Finster did most of Pyntle’s education; he learned to read and write and learned all the services good and evil. Finster would say “no one should enter the afterlife without a few words to their faith”. Pyntle did well at his studies and wasn’t picked on very much after all who wants to start a fight with an orc. He did well enough he should have been promoted to public service but not everyone at the Great Church is open minded. So he was kept mainly with Finster out of sight, and since he didn’t have many extra duties he had more free time which he would use learning weapons from the guards and reading in the Church’s library.
Pyntle learned of items called artifacts while reading, many of them considered evil by the Great Church. To Pyntle’s thinking you should be able to use evil to fight evil, but anytime he would try and discuss them with any elders in the church they would shut him down telling him this was heretical talk. Finster would discuss it a little, but he made sure that Pyntle knew any items that created soul death were absolutely irredeemable and should be destroyed immediacy.
As he grew up Pyntle became harder and harder to hide and the Church he also became more vocal about his ideas. The elders weren’t sure what to do with him until a friend of the Church came looking for help on a small quest. Aranel the gnome needed help so they gave her Pyntle, both to help her and in the hopes he wouldn’t come back.
Pyntle stands 5’3 very short for a half-orc, but he weighs 170 pounds so to say he is solid is an understatement. His skin is Black as a moonless night but has a smoothness that belies his orc ancestry, but to Fangs protrudes from his bottom lip leaving nothing to question. His strangest and most unsettling feature is his gold eyes and stark white hair. He is a friendly sort and has no problem talking to most people about a variety of subjects, though religion is his favorite. His appearance is clean having spent most of his time at the Great Church. His favorite possession is a chain filled with Holy symbols, and given the chance he will buy or pick up any he doesn’t have.