Ambyros of Nander

Name: Ambyros Surname: Has no surname after being adopted by the Church of Nander. Uses the clerical title 'of Nander' in place of a surname. Age: 34 Occupation: Cleric of the Death God, Nander Appearance: 193cm tall, tall, rugged looking, somewhat long ash brown hair he keeps swept back out of his face, short beard that tapers to a point over his chin, wears simple grey clothes or a grey tabard over his plate mail, wears no helmet and no shield, carries a greatsword, wears a holy symbol as a necklace depicting a cow skull with a sword passing through Personality: Resolute in faith, dutiful, sarcastic, enjoys minor pranks and levity, rough around the edges, cold to enemies and extremely protective of the bereaved and orphaned. Is sometimes very very casual in his prayers, but despite appearances his faith runs unshakably deep, believing in the protection of orphans and the study of how to raise and put down undead.

Religion: The Church of Nander is of the belief that everything ends eventually. Even zombies eventually rot until they go still. Clerics of Nander vary, from necromancers letting people speak with loved ones one last time to get their will across, researchers into undeath, morticians, funerary directors, and hunters of undead.

Ambyros for his part has been in the church since his family farm burned down when he was just a child. He was taken in as an orphan until he was old enough then he chose to join the church. He was a theoretical researcher of necromancy and teacher, though necromancers often were less popular even amongst the clergy so he opted to continue his research hunting undead across the world. On the human-centric continent of Nordia where he was born and has returned to, worship of Nander is the most common among gods to worship.

Nander is patient and doesn't judge. He lets everything live it's time and die when it's due, and only is engaged by those who seek to indefinitely live forever like liches and vampires. To a Nanderite, a body is just flesh protecting a soul, so a corpse is no more sacred than a sword unless it's being mourned.

Ambyros doesn't fear death, and takes no special measure to protect himself. With the light grey glow of his holy magic and sword he wades into dangerous territory to hunt undead and will accept when his time comes.