Wandering Adventurer
The one man army, immortal warrior, never falling wall, dragon slayer, many names came to mind at the thought of him. Equipped with just a heavy shield and a sword miracles happened on the battlefield wherever he was. Soon enough becoming a candidate for becoming a paladin had come. Offering plenty of perks to further pursue his goal in protecting the people. During training he learned the art of healing, holy magic, the process of creating holy water, and became a symbol of the church. He was fortunate enough to be blessed with a generous pool of mana and a physique that would allow him to commit reckless acts helped bolster his presence when added to the holy army.
As time went on things within the church he believed in had started to change, what was supposed to be the act of saving others had become that of slaughter, bringing hope to the people had soon just been utter despair, and even donations had started to feel more like mandatory protection fees. Each act starting making him grow numb, the smile that used to be plastered on his face now gone. It was shameful to take advantage of the weak and only seek the riches of those higher up.
It didn't take long for him to deserted his position as a paladin, what he thought had been a pure cause was soon found out to be nothing more but a ruse. It angered him that the place he'd be raised by would turn out to be in such a way. Even despite internal 'cleansing' there didn't seem to be an end. The roots couldn't ever be pulled out of such a place, the only option left was to leave. No longer wanting to be associated with such a place that committed more harm than good.