Family:

Parents:

Mother
Name: Lady Elysande Menethil
Alignment: Neutral good
Occupation: Merchant
Relationship: Friendly

Father
Name: Sir Alaric Mithrandir
Alignment: Lawful good
Occupation: legendary knight
Relationship: Friendly

Family & Friends:

Family: Born into the family. Mother is still a merchant well known were she lives. Father Still protects smaller places for his glory days are well past due to his age.
Family lifestyle: Wealthy (+15)
Childhood Home: Lived in small rented homes near the places that Father was in charge of protecting.
Childhood memories: Everyone ignored me for I was just a child but as I grew older they were expecting me to be like my father. A legendary knight but at first I didn’t want to live that lifestyle but it seems it fell into my lap.

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Class Training:

Class: Paladin

• Merlin became a paladin to honor his father’s legacy and uphold the ideals of duty and justice, dedicating himself to protecting others from the world’s evils. However, years of guarding Ebonveil, the Whispering Doom left him disillusioned, and its whispers convinced him that wielding its dark power could allow him to serve the greater good in ways his paladin oaths never could.

Class: Warlock

• Merlin became a warlock after Ebonveil, the Whispering Doom tempted him with power, promising control and greatness beyond his paladin vows. Disillusioned, he made a dark pact, believing it would help him protect others in ways his oaths could not.

Background:

Merlin Menethil Mithrandir’s life was one of duty and discipline—until the day everything changed. Born to a noble family of knights, Merlin grew up with strict ideals of honor and loyalty. As a young man, he enlisted as a soldier, rising to prominence as a protector of an ancient, cursed relic: Ebonveil, the Whispering Doom. For years, he stood as the sword’s vigilant guard, never daring to touch it—until the whispers began.

Ebonveil, the Whispering Doom had a voice of its own, ancient and seductive. It promised power beyond his wildest dreams, protection from all harm, and an escape from the monotony of his life. One fateful night, it convinced Merlin that his destiny was far greater than mere guard duty. Under the sword’s influence, Merlin stole The Sword from the sacred vault, becoming bound to it as both paladin and warlock, a strange mix of divine oaths and dark bargains.

In his travels, Merlin has found himself in the company of a group of adventurers who—despite their rough edges—have become something of a new family. He hides the true origin of his sword from them, letting them believe it is just a powerful artifact he stumbled upon in his former life as a soldier. His companions think Merlin is reckless, and they’re not wrong. His astonishingly good looks have filled him with an unhealthy dose of arrogance; Merlin believes he is invincible, blessed by the gods of beauty. “It is impossible to kill someone this handsome,” he often declares with a smug grin.

He speaks Common and Elvish fluently, having trained with elves in his early years to refine his combat skills and diplomacy. Despite his bravado, Merlin is haunted by the occasional, disquieting whispers of the sword, which constantly tests the limits of his willpower, tempting him to betray his allies for greater power.

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