Cleric of Lathander

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ANON

   --- A small excited noise escapes the elf’s lips. Of course, the puppy had gone in no way unnoticed, his keen blue eyes spotting it almost instantly as it bounded over to him. He simply found himself blessed that the tiny animal had chosen to sniff at his feet. What smile there had been on his lips grew as he stripped his hands of his gauntlets, before reaching down to scratch the tiny puppy behind his ears.

A bark and Olithier’s heart soars. What a perfect little creature this small puppy is. It takes all of his restraint not to utter another small excited noise. Yet his attention is to remain solely on it and it isn’t long before he simply scoops the small wiggly bundle of joy into up and into the air. Holding it but an inch from his face. Laughing softly as his nose is all but assailed with the tiniest of puppy kisses. 

Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honour and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest. Detailed Results: Alignment: Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (32) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (28) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (24) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (26) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (22) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXX (9) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXX (5) Law & Chaos: Law ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Neutral - XXXXXXXXX (9) Chaos --- XXXXX (5) Good & Evil: Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (19) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Evil ---- (0)

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best, you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

RESILIENCE

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

@sunnysojourn

I’m gonna assume you’re the anon who sent basically the same thing on my main blog ;)

Altzmyr drew a deep sigh.  This wasn’t the first time when he brought up the idea of immortality or just extended life people said they’d be okay with a designated lifespan, even a short one.  At times, the necromancer wondered if he was one of the few people who truly loved life and everyone else just didn’t want to have death forced upon them and would let the gods choose. 

But he noticed the other’s change in tone and demeanor.  This wasn’t just run-of-the-mill “Oh I don’t want to see the world change around me so much I’m an antique” or “But then all my loved ones will die around me”, this was different, this was something more like some of the words uttered by his own father at the worst of times…

His face wasn’t bitter anymore, rather worried.  His shoulders tensed and his eyes fell to his cup. 

“I…I’m sorry.  Something awful must have happened to you…I’m sorry…but why has life been like this to you?” He replied.

   --- Now, it wasn’t as if Olithier truly hated life, if anything it was the exact opposite. He knew that compared to most he’d experience more of it than many. It simply was this, that he believed that a false life was not a true life. It was not a life gifted by the Morninglord but granted unto themselves by means of darker magics. Still, the other’s words were to turn the elf’s attention back on them. 

A smile returned to his lips, albeit a sad one, as he shook his head. <I have only a wish to see people happy, to regale my tale to one I seldom know would bring no joy to either of us,> For but a moment, Olithier’s hands would tighten around his own cup of tea, one that had, until that moment, been entirely forgotten. <We are handed trials, it would seem. Those that we must endure. That will either break us or make us stronger,> he paused, sipping his now cooling tea, <I am sure the same can be said of yourself.>

Another sigh escaped him. Yet this time he’d only remain quiet for but a moment, his expression turning thoughtful,

What Olithier is is slow.  He learns and he retains information well enough, he just does it slower than most. Olithier’s actions stem from his naivety and his incredibly sheltered upbringing. He was, after all, never supposed to see the world outside his family home so he was never taught how to act in certain situations.

When talking to Olithier in his mother tongue he will come across as a lot more enlightened and certainly a lot smarter simply because he knows how to put what he wants to say into words. He cannot do that in common yet. 

"Don't listen to it! You are the purest of pure, Pretty Boy."

“Pretty Boy, there are millions of possibilities. Depends on what or who ya wanna be! Heck, I could dress up as you for Halloween if I wanted to! Ain’t gonna ‘cause that’d be weird, but you know what I mean, right? Is there anythin’ you’ve wanted to be?”

The chance to teach a person about a whole holiday was rare, since most people she knew were well aware of the tradition. It was almost like taking in a little brother, except he wasn’t little or young at all — those details aside, she was excited to educate him on the spooky and thrilling.

“Depends on what you want too. Do ya wanna look creepy, cute or cool?” She was going to leave out the fact that he was always cute.

   --- For but a moment, surprise dawned on the elf’s face. She could, had she had entirely wanted to, dress as... Him? What kind of strange holiday was this? For it to be okay to take on the identity of another oh so casually. To be someone or something else for a day. 

Lips would thin into a line, however, expression changing to one of surprise to that of discomfort. His hands he would rise to hold before him, fingers twisting together. Her question falling on deaf ears as his mind lingered on what she had said only previously.