Look: Sharp eyes, strange hair (it's blacker than "black hair," almost vantablack), common garb, thin body

Istvan is a cleric of Noric, god of Darkness and Freedom (much beloved of thieves everywhere)...






Istvan Vanoson became a cleric in the oddest way-- Noric, god of darkness and freedom (and therefore of thieves), started speaking to him (well, whispering in his ear) as a child.

Maybe it was something to do with Istvan's father, Vano Djangoson, the pirate captain.

Maybe it was something about the spooky, half-haunted town of Hanging Tree where Istvan grew up.

Maybe it was just something about Istvan.

Maybe Noric was just lonely.

But for whatever reason, the god of darkness was Istvan's only childhood friend-- playing games (hide and seek was a big favorite), telling stories and secrets... And one day, Istvan realized he was almost 18 and hadn't learned a trade.

"Sure you have," Noric whispered to Istvan. "You're going to work for me."

And so Istvan set out into the wide world, to tell people about Noric and to do good deeds in Noric's name.

Noric said they were good deeds, anyway... (That strange old undead fellow didn't need that ruby pendant anyway, really...)