Ganlon Martel
12-03-10, 04:04 PM
Name: Ganlon Martel
Age: 25
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 64 inches
Weight: 245
*Occupation: Ganlon was a small town healer.
*Personality: Ganlon is a person who is quick with a smile and a laugh. His humor is dry and often mistaken by those he is talking with as being insulting. If he cannot find something about you he likes he just doesn’t talk to you. Those he does like he will tell things like, “I know you don’t like me, but I like you anyway.” He often tells those dearest to him, “You know you really stink.”
Appearance: “There is something about that boy’s smile”, was what Ganlon’s one and only sweetheart said about him. By most accounts Ganlon is an unremarkable human of average build and height; however, when he does smile at you a light shines in his green eye that is the envy of any of the nobility.
History: Ganlon was the oldest. It was expected that he take over his father’s trade and changing bandages on the local farmer was what he loved as a small boy. His father’s ability to make the cough that the village children had vanish was magical when he was five. Even at thirteen when his father snapped a bone back into line on Emile Laboute’s leg it made him think that his father’s gift came straight from the Gods. At fifteen his father started to teach him the trade secrets. People his father taught him were no different than any other part of the world that they lived in. He taught him that just like the plants needed sunlight, water, and dirt, people needed to eat and drink. People got sick or broken just like the wagon wore out. The deer, the fox, the wolf, the birds, and the cows all got sick just like people. Watching them and what they ate often told you what you could eat and what to do to fix a sickness. The gods may choose to send horrible sickness and blight, but most of the time it was just the same cycle of life that ran over and over again. Babies were born, children got sick, and old people die. He made him swear early that the things that he taught him were secret. His father taught him that if everyone learned how to count the numbers, and read the formulas there would be no need for the village healer. His father didn’t hold a whole lot of stock in the village cleric. The man was a follower of a war god and often stated the only way to get into heaven was through valor. Ganlon’s father told Ganlon that Valor usually meant a whole lot of killing. How a divine being found the dying of its followers a good thing was something that he would have to find out after he passed on. This never stopped Ganlon’s father from teaching Ganlon to defend himself. As most of the village men had done Ganlon’s father had served in the army of the local lord. He had learned to hunt and live off the land. Ganlon gleaned these skills from his father and even learned to use the sword and shield his father hung on the wall of their hut.
Ganlon’s father knew it was coming the day that he passed away and told him he was just worn out. Ganlon didn’t waste any of the precious herbs that the two of them had collected and as his mother had passed on years before he took his father to the woods beyond his hut and buried him by himself. Ganlon passed four years doing what his father had taught him. He used Edlerberry to limit the winter sickness and made a man with a broken bone chew the poppy seed as he set his bone. Genove Lambert was in his life for a short time before the shaking sickness took her. She was the one that he would marry. When it came on the sickness would stop her words and she would wet herself. There was nothing in his father’s formulas that could fix her sickness and he braced himself for the end. Even though she had had a family of her own he buried her next to his father. He went months with out loving anything. He refused jobs and healed no one. Finally one day as he left to hunt he came upon a women lying in the road. He could hear the breath rattle in her lungs and knew there was fluid in them. He saw the hole in her side. He couldn’t stop himself and fell to his knees and plugged the hole with the coat from his back. He had roobis root in his pack and crushed them to help with the breathing. He sat next to her and wondered if he had been in time to help this person. He grabbed her hand and squeezed. He willed her to get better. He suddenly became extremely tired. She seemed to quiet. At first he thought she was dead, and he lay down to sleep. A flash awoke him. A woman stood in front of him. She was blinding and in her hand she held a wooden chalice. “You have been chosen.” The words were in his head. “For what,” he mouthed. She smiled, “to heal.” She handed him the chalice and his head was filled with Humans, Elves, and Dwarves dying on a hill somewhere far away. But it was the Demon standing in the middle of them that gave him the biggest shock of all. It looked right at him and smiled. Then the vision was gone and the women with it. Ganlon left his hometown that day and never returned. Ganlon still searches for the women gave him the chalice and the hill where he saw the Demon.
Skills: Ganlon can feel any creature’s pain, illness, and injuries. He can heal small wound with will power twice a day. The energy involves come from within him for small things and makes him tired. Larger healings are focused through the Chalice that was given to him. Ganlon needs to focus the energy through the chalice and it requires him to use his full concentration. He can only do this larger healing once a day. The minor healings happen instantly. The major healings can take 5 to 10 minutes depending how badly the person is hurt. When he is done with the larger healings he must sleep. The magical healing energy and the ability to expel minor demons from the plain come from the energy of living creature. The more willing creatures believing in his abilities the stronger his abilities will become. The focus for expelling the Demons is once again the Chalice and usually takes 2-3 minutes causing the creature to be expelled from the immediate area. Ganlon only has the ability to control the energy of four living creatures, such as Two people, a cow, and a horse. The ability to make himself glow with his own internal light is also available to Ganlon. Since he has ability to feel pain, he is empathic with any animal, giving him the semblance of speaking to them.
Equipment: Ganlon is never with out a pouch of healing herbs, poultices, and bandages. When he is not praying for guidance he can often be found looking at the roots, leaves, and berries in the woods around him. He wears simple home spun clothes of a bland brown. He carries his father’s hand and a half sword which is iron. His father’s wooden shield, a Steel Chain Shirt, and leather leggings are on him as he walks. In his back pack are a sleeping roll, a iron pot helmet, and the Chalice of the Healing Goddess.
Age: 25
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 64 inches
Weight: 245
*Occupation: Ganlon was a small town healer.
*Personality: Ganlon is a person who is quick with a smile and a laugh. His humor is dry and often mistaken by those he is talking with as being insulting. If he cannot find something about you he likes he just doesn’t talk to you. Those he does like he will tell things like, “I know you don’t like me, but I like you anyway.” He often tells those dearest to him, “You know you really stink.”
Appearance: “There is something about that boy’s smile”, was what Ganlon’s one and only sweetheart said about him. By most accounts Ganlon is an unremarkable human of average build and height; however, when he does smile at you a light shines in his green eye that is the envy of any of the nobility.
History: Ganlon was the oldest. It was expected that he take over his father’s trade and changing bandages on the local farmer was what he loved as a small boy. His father’s ability to make the cough that the village children had vanish was magical when he was five. Even at thirteen when his father snapped a bone back into line on Emile Laboute’s leg it made him think that his father’s gift came straight from the Gods. At fifteen his father started to teach him the trade secrets. People his father taught him were no different than any other part of the world that they lived in. He taught him that just like the plants needed sunlight, water, and dirt, people needed to eat and drink. People got sick or broken just like the wagon wore out. The deer, the fox, the wolf, the birds, and the cows all got sick just like people. Watching them and what they ate often told you what you could eat and what to do to fix a sickness. The gods may choose to send horrible sickness and blight, but most of the time it was just the same cycle of life that ran over and over again. Babies were born, children got sick, and old people die. He made him swear early that the things that he taught him were secret. His father taught him that if everyone learned how to count the numbers, and read the formulas there would be no need for the village healer. His father didn’t hold a whole lot of stock in the village cleric. The man was a follower of a war god and often stated the only way to get into heaven was through valor. Ganlon’s father told Ganlon that Valor usually meant a whole lot of killing. How a divine being found the dying of its followers a good thing was something that he would have to find out after he passed on. This never stopped Ganlon’s father from teaching Ganlon to defend himself. As most of the village men had done Ganlon’s father had served in the army of the local lord. He had learned to hunt and live off the land. Ganlon gleaned these skills from his father and even learned to use the sword and shield his father hung on the wall of their hut.
Ganlon’s father knew it was coming the day that he passed away and told him he was just worn out. Ganlon didn’t waste any of the precious herbs that the two of them had collected and as his mother had passed on years before he took his father to the woods beyond his hut and buried him by himself. Ganlon passed four years doing what his father had taught him. He used Edlerberry to limit the winter sickness and made a man with a broken bone chew the poppy seed as he set his bone. Genove Lambert was in his life for a short time before the shaking sickness took her. She was the one that he would marry. When it came on the sickness would stop her words and she would wet herself. There was nothing in his father’s formulas that could fix her sickness and he braced himself for the end. Even though she had had a family of her own he buried her next to his father. He went months with out loving anything. He refused jobs and healed no one. Finally one day as he left to hunt he came upon a women lying in the road. He could hear the breath rattle in her lungs and knew there was fluid in them. He saw the hole in her side. He couldn’t stop himself and fell to his knees and plugged the hole with the coat from his back. He had roobis root in his pack and crushed them to help with the breathing. He sat next to her and wondered if he had been in time to help this person. He grabbed her hand and squeezed. He willed her to get better. He suddenly became extremely tired. She seemed to quiet. At first he thought she was dead, and he lay down to sleep. A flash awoke him. A woman stood in front of him. She was blinding and in her hand she held a wooden chalice. “You have been chosen.” The words were in his head. “For what,” he mouthed. She smiled, “to heal.” She handed him the chalice and his head was filled with Humans, Elves, and Dwarves dying on a hill somewhere far away. But it was the Demon standing in the middle of them that gave him the biggest shock of all. It looked right at him and smiled. Then the vision was gone and the women with it. Ganlon left his hometown that day and never returned. Ganlon still searches for the women gave him the chalice and the hill where he saw the Demon.
Skills: Ganlon can feel any creature’s pain, illness, and injuries. He can heal small wound with will power twice a day. The energy involves come from within him for small things and makes him tired. Larger healings are focused through the Chalice that was given to him. Ganlon needs to focus the energy through the chalice and it requires him to use his full concentration. He can only do this larger healing once a day. The minor healings happen instantly. The major healings can take 5 to 10 minutes depending how badly the person is hurt. When he is done with the larger healings he must sleep. The magical healing energy and the ability to expel minor demons from the plain come from the energy of living creature. The more willing creatures believing in his abilities the stronger his abilities will become. The focus for expelling the Demons is once again the Chalice and usually takes 2-3 minutes causing the creature to be expelled from the immediate area. Ganlon only has the ability to control the energy of four living creatures, such as Two people, a cow, and a horse. The ability to make himself glow with his own internal light is also available to Ganlon. Since he has ability to feel pain, he is empathic with any animal, giving him the semblance of speaking to them.
Equipment: Ganlon is never with out a pouch of healing herbs, poultices, and bandages. When he is not praying for guidance he can often be found looking at the roots, leaves, and berries in the woods around him. He wears simple home spun clothes of a bland brown. He carries his father’s hand and a half sword which is iron. His father’s wooden shield, a Steel Chain Shirt, and leather leggings are on him as he walks. In his back pack are a sleeping roll, a iron pot helmet, and the Chalice of the Healing Goddess.