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“I've failed us, haven’t I?” Father Credo addresses the two acolytes with his back still turned to them. There is a complete stillness in his tone, one of utter depression and defeat.
Acolyte Henrietta re-assures him, “You are too hard on yourself, Father. Their numbers were too great. The fact that we succeeded in preventing a complete annihilation is admirable in its own merit. Wouldn’t you say?” Both she and Acolyte Flavius put a hand on each of his shoulders. “Agreed. This could have turned out much more horrid had it not been for our effort and that of the Imperial army.” Flavius adds.
Credo quickly turns around, swiping their hands off him in a disgruntled manner, much to their surprise. “If only it were that simple...” With a hoarse tone in his voice, “Our effort will amount to nothing if for a second I allow the hounds of the daedra to overtake us once more. The fact that we allowed those apostates of sin to take even one, let alone a hundred of innocent lives is a testament to my incompetence.” Credo stopped to read the hopeful faces of his acolytes. It was obvious he had become obsessed with securing a victory in the failed attack, but he knew this pessimistic behavior would demoralize him and the temple.
“I… I’m sorry.” Now speaking calmly and steadily, “The fact that we saved one life, let alone the plenty that we did is a testament to our drive and courage. For that my children of faith, I am grateful.” He pulls both acolytes into a welcoming embrace that both equally return.
Father Credo
"Burn in my Light."
"Burn in my Light."
- Full Name: Credo Galaryien
- Nicknames/Alias: "The Warrior-Priest", "Father Credo", "Your Benevolence" (Used only by the most faithful/trusted within his Order)
- Race: Altmer/High Elf
- Gender: Male
- Age: 319 (his family lives up to their 900s naturally, so this would make him around early-30s in human years)
- Birthdate: 1st of Last Seed, 3E 315
- Birthsign: The Warrior
- Birthplace: Firsthold, Summerset Isles
- Affiliations: Thalmor Justiciar (former), Witch Hunter (former), Primate of the Chapel of Stendarr
- Religion: The Nine Divines (with a preference towards Stendarr, as he served as the Primate to his Chapel in Chorrol)
- Laterality: Right-Handed
- Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight
- Relationship Status: Single (Sworn Oath of Celibacy forbids sexual/romantic entanglement)
- Family: Father is deceased. Mother and two older sisters are alive and either serve or are linked to the Aldmeri Dominion, as such Credo has cut ties with all three women.
Appearance
- Height: 6'3"
- Weight: 212 lbs
- Face/Complexion: Skin is pale, gold, typical of most Altmer. Eyes are wide and golden as well. Hair is medium length, auburn brown and flows behind his ears to the back of his neck. Cheeks and jawline are very well structured and accentuate his almost regal-looking appearance.
- Build: Tall and lean muscled. He is more toned than the average Altmer due to his warrior background.
- Scars: Vertical scrape over left eye and a couple burns over left shoulder due to scuffle with Hagravens during his time as a witch hunter. Few scratches across his whole body accumulated over his time as a Justiciar.
- Tattoos/Piercings: n/a
Gear / Apparel
- Armor: Credo's armor is made from Refined Moonstone, as such, it is like a heavy variant of the typical Elven armor. Underneath the plating is black-dyed-leather to complete the set. The fancy armor is adorned with religious symbolism and gems.
- Weapons: Penance Blade - An Elven Steel sword whose design matches the Oblivion-era Elven Sword.
- Clothing: A Summerset Isle-inspired formal robe set. He wears this when not in battle. Despite this being his choice of casual clothing, it is still very high-end and expensive looking.
- Magic: Restoration (Expert- variety of Healing/Offensive/Support Magic), Destruction (Adept- Fire and Light based magic only)
Personality
- Personality: Wherever malice and contempt rears its ugly head, Father Credo is likely to be found not far behind ready to heed the call to action. Younger than most Altmer who would be in the position of Primate, he takes issues head-on with more vigor and energy than most religious leaders would. Credo is extremely driven and never falters on his morals. A man of religion, he believes the Divines are constantly guiding him, and it would take a tremendous emotional blow to deter him from this belief. He is incredibly cordial/formal to those he meets for the 1st time unless they are undead. He has zero tolerance for any vampire/werewolf/witch/etc, and will gladly treat them as being beneath him.
- Morality: Lawful Neutral
- Positive Traits: Selflessness, Strong-willed, Natural-born Leader to his people, A willingness to fight for those who can't fight themselves
- Negative Traits: Short Tempered, Confrontational, Can be incredibly short-sighted in situations that require an open mind
- Likes: Justice, Order, The Nine Divines, Good Storytellers, Strawberries
- Dislikes: Lawlessness, Chaos, The Daedra, Undead, The Thalmor, Getting Drunk
- Voice: Vergil (DmC3 & UMvC3)
History
(I won't go into full details, as I feel this should be fully explored within RP, not OOC)
(I won't go into full details, as I feel this should be fully explored within RP, not OOC)
- Childhood: Born in Firsthold, Summerset Isles as the third and final son to two wealthy parents. Lived quite lavishly with his noble parents and two elder sisters, enjoying a fancy, high-end lifestyle at the top of Altmer society. Eventually yearned for a more active lifestyle. Convinced his father to take up swordsman training while his sisters trained as mages. Would practice with royal palace guards. Lifestyle was interrupted by oncoming Oblivion Crisis.
- Teenager: Served with his father and eldest sister in the Aldmeri Dominion to help liberate the Sunset Isles from Daedric Forces. His father was killed in battle however before the entire conflict came to a close thanks to the Martin Septim and the Hero of Kvatch. This isnpired him to serve as a Thalmor Justiciar on the Tamriel mainland.
- Early Adulthood: Promoted to Justiciar and stationed to Valenwood, Credo was living out his childhood dream. The Thalmor however seized control of the Isles and began their bloody takeover of Valenwood. He regretfully participated in the violent takeover, and faked his death to leave his unit and the Thalmor altogether. He traveled up to Cyrodiil and enlisted with the Vigilants of Stendarr to correct his conscious.
- Present Day: Left the Vigilants (on good terms) and joined the priesthood of the Divines after the destruction caused by the Great War. After working his way up, he currently serves as Primate of the Great Chapel of Stendarr in Chorrol as its "Warrior-Priest".
RP Sample
(Context: Credo and the Order help liberate a village from hostile daedra, quite a few lives are lost however)
(Context: Credo and the Order help liberate a village from hostile daedra, quite a few lives are lost however)
“I've failed us, haven’t I?” Father Credo addresses the two acolytes with his back still turned to them. There is a complete stillness in his tone, one of utter depression and defeat.
Acolyte Henrietta re-assures him, “You are too hard on yourself, Father. Their numbers were too great. The fact that we succeeded in preventing a complete annihilation is admirable in its own merit. Wouldn’t you say?” Both she and Acolyte Flavius put a hand on each of his shoulders. “Agreed. This could have turned out much more horrid had it not been for our effort and that of the Imperial army.” Flavius adds.
Credo quickly turns around, swiping their hands off him in a disgruntled manner, much to their surprise. “If only it were that simple...” With a hoarse tone in his voice, “Our effort will amount to nothing if for a second I allow the hounds of the daedra to overtake us once more. The fact that we allowed those apostates of sin to take even one, let alone a hundred of innocent lives is a testament to my incompetence.” Credo stopped to read the hopeful faces of his acolytes. It was obvious he had become obsessed with securing a victory in the failed attack, but he knew this pessimistic behavior would demoralize him and the temple.
“I… I’m sorry.” Now speaking calmly and steadily, “The fact that we saved one life, let alone the plenty that we did is a testament to our drive and courage. For that my children of faith, I am grateful.” He pulls both acolytes into a welcoming embrace that both equally return.
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