Sir Paul



Tomb Warden Personnel Report

Unit: Strike Team 13

Name: Sir Paul

Gender: Male

Species: Indomidable*

Height: 6'8"

Weight: 80lbs. though it can change with armor modification

Hair: N/A

Eyes: N/A

Class: Armiger

Alignment: Lawful Good

Weapons Specialization: Polearms and similar weapons

Magical Abilities: None

Biographical Information: *Before being able to understand how Paul came to be, one must first understand what an Indomidable is. Indomidable are usually created when people become trapped in locations where food and water is absent, causing most to wither away and eventually die. However in certain individuals the body dies while the mind goes on, driven with purpose. Clinging to whatever oaths and causes they are sworn to, the now Indomidables are composed entirely of willpower, encased in the heavy suits of plate armor their bodies died in.

Before Sir Paul became an Indomidable, he was a member of the Order of the Crimson Moth, an Andoran based quasi-knightly order that primarily focused on helping the people that needed it, rather than serving kings and lords. Not biased as to who they helped, members of the Order had been known to even assist Chelaxian hellknights and other people and creatures commonly thought to be evil. The only exceptions to this rule was the various creatures from other planes such as demons and archons, the reasoning being that many outsiders were indisputably evil and the others feigned good but rarely actually helped anyone. Paul became an Indomidable while escorting several pilgrims through a cave that collapsed on them. Paul, rather than give up and die, decided he wasn't going to let the innocent pilgrims just starve to death and vowed to tunnel out. Unfortunately that process was easier said than done, and when the tunnel was complete, all the pilgrims had either starved to death or killed each other out of desperation. As for Paul, he was a changed man: his body had long ago crumbled to dust while his belief that he could still save the doomed pilgrims had kept his mind alive. The temple the party had been heading to was certainly surprised when a lone man in heavy plate armor knocked on the door with around 20 skeletons claiming he had successfully escorted them through the mountains. After that it was understandable that he ended up with the Tomb Wardens, as few others would take him.