Description: Sebell is long and lean. As a servant of the goddess of ocean waves and the daytime sky, he is sun-kissed and smiling. Flecked with gold, his mop of curly brown hair is rarely styled or controlled even when all other things are.

Personality: There is technique involved in gracefully gaining the trust of any congregation ...and any cleric worth his or her salt would be hardpressed to apply such practices to the hot-blooded, short-tempered, foul-mouthed people of Thrax. Sebell is the first to raise his voice and raise glass. He is the first face you see screaming on the sidelines of a friendly match, splattered with droplets of another man's blood. He's there to make the necessary sacrifices for those setting sail or to comfort the widows of those who did not return. Ever respond to a shark attack? Sebell has. It isn't all clean clerical robes, ship christenings, and wine tasting -- okay, fine! A lot of it is wine tasting.

Background: Long before ever coming to Arx, Sebell hailed from the coasts of the Mourning Sea as the adipose, bastard-born whelp of a Thrax thrall. His mother worked in the kitchens of Tyde Hall as an indebted servant. Sebell's youth was spent in one of the poorly constructed shanty towns known as the Thrall's Lament, scrounging for every morsel of fish that he could wrap his hands around and ducking the constant barrage of bullying and aggression that life in a warlike society brought. His mother's debts as an indentured servant only increased until Sebell reached an age at which it was appropriate for him to begin working them off as well.

In the choppy social waters of Tyde Hall, the boy received his start as a child informant or "little bird" to the sometimes remote organs of the Faith of Pantheon ...and more specifically the Mangatans of the Mourning Isles. As an easily overlooked detail of the scenery, he was able to come and go as a casual observer to any number of private rendezvous and conversations. This resulted in aiding members of the faith whom he was still loyal to in attaining and sustaining their own influence.

After his mother had passed, he leveraged his usefulness into a discipleship. He shadowed senior priests in the many rites and hardships specific to strong seafaring folk. He even accompanied quite a few vessels over the years -- in both missions of peace and dangerous conflict, all the while continuing to inform select higher-up members of their religious sect ...until he took vows of his own. Capitalizing on the infinitesimal superstitions that surround the sea, Sebell managed to reinvent a name for himself without ever having to become proficient in the art of war ...in a society which almost exclusively respects just that.

After his growing popularity made the incumbent Seraph feel challenged, the young priest was relocated to Arx where he could expand his studies and continue to be of use to the Mangatans. He does his best to keep the religious zealots who plucked him from obscurity happy and (as far as they know) informed. In reality, he's much more interested in testing the worthiness that wine (in the goddess's name, of course) and finding someone new to play the bigger, badder shark to his remora.

Relationship Summary

Acquaintance:

Maximilian - Blessed child of the Gods. Generous with his rum.

Orazio - Sentinel Priest