ULROCK

Birthday: 22nd of the 2nd Monthe.

Paladin, Realm of A’hadak

A victim of abuse, a witness of his own mother’s death, a past to forget and a future to
build: this is what Ulrocks fate had for him.

LIFE
BACKGROUND
Ulrock, born in the town of Uulovos. A small town near the Holy River of Timet. The only
town that had not been cursed by the Curse of ‘Kor’ Liucam. Hence sealed off with walls that
would protect it so that people of the cursed land (Basically the whole world) would not wander
in. Ulrock: A Half Human and Half Were. The only one of his kind. Father a Werewolf and mother
a mere human. A secret that he never reveals.

Two of these people were of different nature, one was sweet and timid, whislt the other was rough
and demanding. Demanding to the point that Ulrocks father used to beat Ulrocks mother and
Ulrock himself. Throughout his life, he had two people who stood by him, through thick and thin:
Bobaros being one of them and his mother being the other. Bobaros was the bard in the town of
Uulovos. One of mischievous nature and cunning with the slight of hands.

On the dawn of the 19th of 5th Monthe of 158 Ce, Ulrocks father had beaten Ulrocks mother
almost to his death, but his mother kept standing there for she knew that if she moved, he would
beat Ulrock for there was some truth that was still unknown to him. Ulrock seeing that had stood
up and tried to punch his father. His father in turn decided to punish Ulrock and decided to take
away his vision, but only half of it. Along with that decided to unalive Ulrocks Mother.

That night, Ulrock decided to run away from this life, from this childhood. He only let Bobaros
know about it. Unfortunately, while fleeing, somehow his father got to know and tried to chase him
down, but luckily Ulrock was able to run away. While he looked back though, he saw FEAR. He
saw his fathers eyes, red, angry and looking directly at him while a locket radiating blue light was in
his hands. THIS was the first time Ulrock was afraid. Afraid to stand his ground. And this would be
his last time not standing ground.

A victim of abuse, a witness of his own mother's death, a past to forget and a future to build: this is
what Ulrocks fate had for him.

30 years later, Ulrock had become a Paladin for the Realm of A'hadak. He took the vows and
and alas, he returned, he returned to his home town, he saw that the walls were broken and the
town burned to the ground. He hurried to his old house, running through the bars, houses he once
had been a part of years back. When he reached there, he saw two bodies, burnt. Burnt to the
ground, one that resembled a werewolf and the other of a human. What he saw that stood out was
that a blue shining orb in the hands of that deceased werewolf that could be seen from the rotting
flesh.

As he picked it up, he felt a presence behind him; A figure. A woman. As he looked back he saw a
hooded person, a witch: Meredith.

(Does not like to tell anyone he’s a half breed. Does NOT take his bandage off (unless Dm says)
Rightous in nature. Will stand guard for his friends every chance he gets.)
Height: 6”2
Weapon of Choice: Hammer & Shield
Weapon CANNOT use: Everything else

Favourite Food: Grilled Radish

Food Allergic to: Tangerines

Favourite Person: Bard he grew up with

Fears: Heights & Werewolves.

ATTACKS:
Normal Attack – Divine Smash – Max Dmg 6
Special Attack – Normal Smash – Max Dmg 9
Ultimate – Smash – Holy Dmg Max 15 + Paralyze (1d4 turns)

SPELLS:
Spell 1: Shield of the World – Immune for 1d4 turns (can sustain attack for everyone,
cannot attack himself. Can use spells)

Spell 2: healing of Paradis – Heal 1d6 to self/other (single target)

Personality: Stand ground to defend. Shame ever non veg.

Traits: Cons -5 if Hp below 6
Ideals: Treats others with kindness
Bonds: Bard