Demetrie the Pale

## History

Starting out as an impressionable squire to a well known Paladin, Demetrie lived a simple life in his teen years. Polishing Armor, taking care of his master's steed, and serving the paladin and his compatriots well cooked meals. However this time was cut short, as before Demetrie was about to ascend to paladinhood, he tagged along with his master and party on a quest to clear out a so called cult in in the woods. The party along with the young paladin to be was ambushed during the night, captured, and kept as prisoners in separate cells.

The Paladin was the first taken away, but then one by one. each person was offered a seat at the dinner table. Those who denied were still taken, till it came time for Demetrie's turn. By this time it had already been a couple weeks, the boy was near starving and he eventually accepted.

Being then released and taken to the table, he was met with a rather delightful smell. Bowls of a dark brown stew placed around a fine black velvet clothed table, with various other delicious looking morsels. It all felt rather strange to the young man, they came here to clear out these cultists, but they are offering him all this?

More of the cult soon followed in line to the feast, all taking there seats, and began to eat. There was no talking, no family like gathering or chit chatting, just eating, and eating, and eating. The occasional glare's though would eventually get to Demetrie before he to actually joined for fear of his own well being.

The food was delicious for the young man that was near dying, and seeming so long as he continued to eat, the glances and glares would cease as the cult goes about there own business of stuffing themselves. However towards the end, everyone looking as if they could eat no more, a final platter came out. Being the 'house guest' Demetrie was offer first as he nearly expunged the food he had just eaten by the platter presented full of rancid fruits and other spoiled foods.

"Take one and eat, or you two will join your companions on the dinner table..." the man with the platter said to him with a wicked slime on his face.

After joining the cult, Demetrie, using his training with his previous Paladin master, he eventually became a Paladin of Urgathoa, or what other would refer as an Antipaladin.

## Appearance

Although he will eat and feast as if he had a bottomless pit in his stomach, Demetrie looks as if he was malnourished, his hair also beginning to grey as well. His skin appearing thin, would still show the bulk of muscle he had worked for during his youth and training in the Wargrove. He wears the now blacked dyed and modified armor of his previous master, while also carrying his chosen weapon to represent his Goddess, the scythe.

## Personality

Demetrie is a calm, but sometimes seen as cold person. Although to followers of his religion, he would appear caring. Often volunteering to cook during the times of the feast.

## Loves

1. A good meal.
2. A strong drink.

## Hobbies

Demetrie is a man with simple hobbies. He occasionally spends time with carving, stitching, and material working. While also being a surprisingly good cook. Just don't ask what the 'mystery meat' is in the bowl of chili he serves.

## Friends

Those that affiliated with the Wargrove he gets along with rather well.

## Enemies

Those who disturb and inhibit the Wargrove will eventually become his next meal.

## Aspirations

Demetrie keeps to the Antipaladin Code of Urgathoa:

* The grave opens to us all. We hasten the living on their inevitable path.
* The deathless are the true expression of existence, for they are beyond life and death. I will emulate their ways and destroy those who would defile their timeless perfection.
* I have no duty but to my hunger and my goddess.
* Existence is hunger. Both life and death feed on life. I am an instrument of transition.

But in the long run, his one true goal is for he himself to become deathless, timeless perfection.