Skin: Dark pale, Eyes: Serious, black eyes in dark sockets, Hair: Black and Shoulderlength, Speech pattern: A bit like Mr Anderson in Matrix, Interests: Death, Personality trait: Dresses in black, personality trait: Soft voice, undecicable age
Dark clad, dark haired Bolin Cook is easy to overlook among people. Walking about in his own business carrying his holy symbol openly, he is often left in peace by officials as well as the underworld. But should some ignorent think of this lonely, dark wanderer as an easy victim, the scythe in his hand is often enough to warn that he is not at all what he looks like at the first glance.
He is kind and polite.
After having fought a small outbreak of undead about a month ago, Bolin is looking for his next duty. Kelemvor has been kind and allowed Bolin a small holyday, to recover from the horrors of that last duty. But now, Bolin grows restless. The desire to serve is rising within him. Bolin seeks out the church; more often than not, Kelemvor speaks to him through the church.
Strange, some would say, that the god of Death would be served by a man, who so loves life. But they have not seen Bolin in battle... They have not seen Bolin fight the enemies of Kelemvor.
Kelemvor kneels before Izanami: "This servant of yours, Bolin Cook, he has passed the test. It is time for him to prove that he will serve well", "Yes, my Lady."
Bolin's parents were killed, when he was a child of two years. Found among the belongings of the clerics of Kelemvor, God of Death.
The clerics raised him and found that he was blessed by Kelemvor: he was chosen.
Bolin wears a chain mail, a cloak, a small steel shield, a scythe and a crossbow. His fondness of black clothes and equipment is evident: All except all without exception are black. He seems to be able to find in the blackness any number of colours and moods.
He stands tall, has dark eyesockets back in the head, dark hair and dark eyes. He is clearly a priest, carrying a holy symbol of an upright skeleton hand holding the golden scales of justice. Ever so often, people are first relieved, then almost dissapointed, to see a human underneath this black cloathing, not the skeleton servant of Kelemvor that brings souls to the god.
This is the holy symbol of Kelemvor, the god of death. A just god that promises a fair treatment in the afterlife. The church work among the living handling funerals, last wills and orphans. The god is a sworn enemy of undead and destruction as well as effords on living forever.