Garron Udvenk,

Half-Orc, merchant's son, Paladin of the Ancients/Fey Warlock (Blade). An adventurous spirit and an expert merchant who grew bored with his father's business (which the DM decided was "nuts, and the occasional rug." A lot of jokes about my father's nuts were made, of course) and became increasingly hedonistic, while also buying himself a suit of plate mail and a greatsword because ever since he was a kid and heard stories of paladins he was a wannabe paladin (but in the homebrewed setting, the gods were generally feared or hated, being blamed for a deadly miasma that choked the life out of much of the world). After being summoned back home by a displeased father, he was shipwrecked and found himself in a forest, where he encountered a powerful dryad (powerful being more or less demipower), and they befriended each other, and found out that they both wanted this miasma gone, and they both wanted to see the world a happier place. Thus, Garron swore an Oath of the Ancients, while also making this dryad his patron, and drew both arcane and divine power from her (because demipower). He became known as the Green Knight due to a cloak he wore that covered much of his armor, and would fend off those who would defile the forest as he was training under the dryad. Once actually with the party, his exploits included going to a stronghold of oathbreaker paladins... and stealing an entire cask of their wine (20 strength is great) and carrying that on his back for the rest of the adventure. He was a fun character to play: always up for a song, a stroll through nature (and it became a running joke that, due to his 7 dexterity, the forest was the one place he didn't trip and fall every other step), or drinking the entire party under the table. Or smiting evil, especially if that evil has really good wine he can take.