• Major access: Healing, divination, creation, summoning, necromantic, protection, all
• Minor access: Animal, weather, charm, guardian, sun, plant.

• Inmunity to disease and poisons
• Lay on hands (like the paladin's ability)
• Soothing word (Don't know the name in english, it is used to remove fear or to calm hostile crowds as detailed in the priest's handbook) 3 times a day
• Turn undead (any questions?)
• Analysis and identification: it is used to identify the disease or poison the victim is suffering from, an intelligence check is needed, modified according to difficulty

Kelvian is 1.85 mt. tall, he looks very thin, giving the impression that he doesn't eat much, his short hair is light brown and a thick mustache and beard cover his face, he has brown eyes and a merciful look in his face almost at all times. Despite his thin (maybe even frail looking) constitution, his pinky skin is rich and healthy, and his pearly white teeth give a special glint to his usual smile.

As for clothing, Kelvian always wears a common robe made with the cheapest material avalaible, tied with a simple piece of rope, with his faith's sacred symbol (nothing fancy, probably carved in wood) hanging from his neck. He believes that dressing expensive clothing is nothing but vanity, and that dressing like he does gains the trust of common folk.

He wears no armor and carries a wooden staff (for walking) that he may use as a weapon if necessary

He was born 32 years ago in a nation where a good church is the primary faith as the only son, his father was a fairly successful merchant and was able to provide his family with a good life. Since his birth (he was after 7 months of pregnancy), Kelvian was a very sick and frail child, having ashtma and contracting all sorts of other diseases easily.

As a result, Kelvian was a loner in his childhood and most of his puberty, mostly because his condition and his mother's worries kept him at home most of the time. On certain days, his mother had to help his husband and she would leave young Kelvian at the care of the town's priest (a healer as well); he loved that, because the priest was very kind with him, allowing him to do many things his mother did not, and the priest tought him many things, sciences, religion, basics of healing, etc.

When he was 14, his father died by the hand of a bandit, he and her mother were beside themselves with grief, and the priest stood by them and helped them with their sorrow. During those times, the priest took the young man away from her mother and told him something that Kelvian has never forgotten, he told him that whenever someone was very sad and crying, it did not matter if he was sad or not, if he wanted to help the other person, he had to be strong for that person.

After his father was gone, he had left them enough money to take care of their living, but Kelvian got a job and helped her mother with some money, saving some other to pay for a dream he had had for a long time, go to a bigger city and study to become a priest.

Three years later, on his 17^th birthday, he was accepted at the monastery with the help of the town priest, he then the money he had been saving and left town.

On the seminar, Kelvian excelled on everything, he was a very good student and a regular visitor to the library, developing an incredibe thirst for knowledge that brought him to the attention of high ranks among the priesthood.

Once he completed his training, he was not only a pious healer but also a sage in many areas, including geography, lenguages and philosophy.

In the years that followed, Kelvian came to the favor of high ranking priests for his devotion and knowledge, becoming a very respected priest. But he was not exactly happywith his church.

You see, like any medieval church, his church had engulfed too many aspects, it had a military force, riches, corruption, some priests taxed their followers, etc. His church, he believed, should use its influence to help peasants against the unfair feudal lords, he believed that the church should not have armies , and that its riches should be used to help the poor.

He started to include such feelings in letters to his superiors and even ocasionally included them in his sermons, needless to say, his superiors were not pleased with this, and ordered Kelvian to stop it, which he did, bound by his vow of obedience.

Some years later, a war broke out with a neghboring kingdom, and he was sent to the battlefields to heal wounded soldiers. In this war, Kelvian saw thousands of atrocities, while his beloved church supported this nonsense war.

And this was the last straw, Kelvian openly preached his disagreement with the king's war and his church's consent of it. After many ignored warnings, he was charged with high treason and he would have been arrested if not for the soldiers that were sent for him, for he had once saved the life of one of them.

They let him go, and now he roams the countryside as a travelling healer, going whereever his services are needed, preaching with example what he believes a priest should be, and harboring hopes that someday he will be able to rejoin his church.

Even though he is basically a fugitive, he doesn't act like one, he lives with a smile on his face and believes that no obstacle is too big, he definetely has a positive outlook on life.

He is a simple man with stoic tastes, and he is a firm believer in sacrifice, he will not eat more than absolutely needed, and he certainly is one to donate his supper or gold (if he has any) to the starving family in the outskirts of town.

When a tragedy happens, he will be the first one to try to talk and help the grieving person, and more often than not, his kind smile and words are enough to help anyone feel better.

He will never use offensive spells of any sort, and will use protective spells sparingly, saving space for his healing spells. In battle for a good cause, Kelvian will heal the party but rarely ever attack unless necessary, and he will NEVER intentionally kill anyone. He will always look for a peaceful way.

He does have one problem, however, one that started when he was in the war, after seeing so many mutilated soldiers, he likes alcohol, A LOT, if he starts drinking, he will get very very drunk. He has an impressive self control, but after too many battles, he drowns his sorrows in wine or ale.

He even carries a small flask filled with rum, he calls it "my antidote" or "my little bitter friend".