Cruril Swordhand

Aasimar Paladin


Name: Cruril Swordhand
Race: Aasimar
Class: Paladin

Age: 20
Alignment: Lawful Good
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2"
Weight: 200lbs
Eyes: Blue/Black
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale White


  • Proud
  • Intelligent
  • Strong
  • Driven
  • Loves to have companions
  • Thirsts for Justice and Good
  • Would do anything for a nice Mutton, Lettuce and Tomato sandwich. Maybe with a little bit of mayo with it. Mutton needs to be Medium. Not Rare, not Medium Well, not Well done.
  • Commonly befriends those who are smaller than him or need defending.

Cruril was born into a slave family, to an unsuspecting mother and father. His eyes glowed a dark blue that was unfamiliar to this world. He was an inquisitive and obsessive child, always wanted to find the answers to his questions. His family did everything they could to raise Cruril with modesty and good morals—which were hardened within him by the suffering of his parents.

He was raised in the metropolis of Westcrown, his family working as slaves in the neighboring mines. This was not symbolic of the history his family had in Westcrown—a history that stretched back centuries, to when it was a more enlightened place rules by enlightened people—not thugs.

As Cruril grew, he was taken to the mines to work alongside his parents, where they would sing songs with the other slaves about the distant past of their city, a past that included Priests, Goodly Kings, Scholars and Paladins. Ashamed to speak it aloud, Cruril felt a connection to the ideas of the Paladins—their nobility, their honor, and their quest for justice. It connected with him on every level. This just continued to grow with Cruril.

Near his 18th birthday, Cruril was on his way to the mines when his masters were ambushed and attacked, Cruril was at first nervous by this attack, by the men in shining plate armor that were cutting down his unsuspecting slave masters. Then…Cruril decided it was time to actually fulfill the destiny he had concocted in his mind over all of those years—he needed to escape this oppressive life and do what this men were doing now—enact justice and fight for good. So Cruril ran, away from everything he knew, the parents who loved him, the city he was born in—but he promised that he would return someday to bring justice for his parents and his home.

After some time wandering, Cruril was found by a wandering Priest with his Paladin companion. Cruril struck up a kinship with this Elder Paladin and was eventually brought into the fold as his squire and given the surname of Swordhand. Under the tutelage of his mentor Cruril Swordhand would grow into a staunch defender and bastion of good. However, he would never forget the horrors he suffered as a child or the promise he made to himself to bring justice for his parents and his home.

Cruril Swordhand

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