Cornelio Verti

Cornelio comes from a Rulatharian merchant family, the third youngest of seven children. With his father away at sea most of the time and his mother having a generally unattentive disposition, Cornelio's early life involved a lot of petty crime in the streets. Many of the boys he ran with were in stark poverty that gave a reason to their shenanigans, but for Cornelio it was pure sport. He may have remained on that path if it were not for a particularly nasty street fight that left him limping for a time, with little to do but read or visit the temple down the street when his sisters went. It was there that Cornelio met Father Grey, an aging priest of Saint Vokun, that took it upon himself to be a guide to the boy.

The old man met stiff resistance at first, but the man had a way with words and boundless patience that got through in time. He became like the grandfather Cornelio had never had, teaching him the ways of the faith. Some time later, Cornelio underwent a dramatic conversion after he felt that he heard the voice of Saint Vokun calling him to service in a dream. His entire life changed overnight, something that did not go over well with his street urchin friends when he tried to get them to stop their lawless ways and be pious. It didn't take, but they quickly decided that Cornelio had lost his mind. Confident in his purpose and calling, Cornelio was undeterred and spent the majority of his time from then on reading or in the temple. His father had no trouble bankrolling a formal priestly education, seeing a son in the clergy as a boon to the family's honor, and it was not long before Cornelio was on a path to serve Saint Vokun in a more official capacity.

It was during the final year of his studies that Father Grey fell ill in a way that the healers could not reverse. During their last visit, he gave Cornelio a small, oblong wooden box containing a very old spyglass. With a smile the old man talked of how he carried it in his youth when he traveled more, doing the work of a traveling missionary, and that he figured it may be of some use. The old man was in high spirits to the end, stating that he had lived a long and full life and that his time had come. He died in his sleep mere months before Cornelio was to be ordained.

Since then, Cornelio has left Rulathar behind and gone to the Karixti Acrhipelago, spyglass in hand, seeking to minister to those who need it and serve the cause of justice wherever he can. He lives a simple, pious life, avoiding intoxication and other activities that he feels weaken the mind. Honest and humble, he is not a shouting street preacher but a man of conversion via example and quieter conversation. This is not to say that he is not utterly certain of the truth of his faith and the general superiority of Sucrathist, human majority culture, though he is seldom strident about it.