69 (looks in early 20s) Height:
Common, Celestial, Necril, VarisianTraits: Empyreal Focus
; Campaign Trait: Chance Saviour
Andel can be described as a very easy going person who has occasional pensive moments. First and foremost, as a devotee of an empyreal lord, Andel is a peacemaker who will at least try to diffuse a situation before it devolves into fighting. Humans have a tendency to look up
to him and so he deals with the most, though he has absolutely no issue with other races, and always does his best to be friendly. As a devotee of Arshea
, he is possessed of a very sensual side that shines in all his actions, though he doesn't force matters to those who aren't interested or receptive (which would be contrary to his teachings).
In an community, Alden tries to make it a better place if he can. If he thinks he can find a sympathetic ear (or ears) he'll happily expound the virtues and freedoms of Arshea's teachings, usually through florid story telling (a.k.a. Perform [oratory]). Amongst friends, he does his best to look out for their well-being and offers his opinion when asked. Forceful displays against another always offend him and it's one of the few instances he'll intervene without forethought.
Andel was the fourth son amongst seven other siblings, born to simple parents of a wandering nomads. With an unremarkable early childhood, changes in Andel's life began at puberty begin with startling change in eye colour from dark to violet. Although unusual, his vibrant personality and charming manner helped keep people at ease. As he grew into teenager, he proved remarkably strong for his build and so began to find that he was pushed towards helping with the caravan's smith, which though he had little interest did so to keep his parents happy.
By the time he was eighteen, it was becoming apparent that something was different about Alden - even his brother, born a year later, was beginning to look older than he, who had somehow still remained as boy in his early teens. Some more years went by and all around him, friends and family were leaving him behind, getting older. People began to talk, leaving Andel to feel alone like he never had been in his life. It was Andel's great uncle who eventually put together what the boy might - a more studious and devout man than most others in the clan, he realised that a trace of celestial blood must have resurfaced in the youth.
His uncle then went on to educate Andel in a bit of family history, detailing a lineage that dated all the way, over 800 years to the time when the Shinning Crusade took up arms against the Whispering Tyrant, Tar-Baphon. Andel's side of the family had been descended from an angel fighting alongside the crusaders, though over time, the bloodline had thinned greatly and Andel was the first in a long while to show it. Though still feeling alienated, Andel took some comfort in the knowledge, though life didn't become any easier because of it. Everyone he knew was starting to show the infirmities of age; everyone except him.
When it all finally became unbearable, he took some of his belongings and left, making his way west, plying his talents at smithing and occasionally as hired muscle. Time seemed to go by in a blur without Andel really paying attention to it as months became years, and years decades. It had been a long journey, but at last he had seemed to reach adulthood, at which point he decided to go and find his family. Of course by then, nearly forty years had gone by and the caravan he came to wasn't one he recognised anymore. Whilst his younger brothers and sisters (now seemingly much
older) offered him a place back amongst them, Andel was at his lowest, wondering just what he had done with his life and really could not bear to stay, though he tried for a while.FINDING HIS PATH
Whilst wandering the woods near the caravan in contemplation, Alden was galvanised by cries for help. Running as fast as he could, he came upon sight of an old man pinned beneath a fallen tree and about to be made a meal of by an opportunistic wolf. Not taking the time to think matters through, he leapt in, sword in hand, and did all he could to drive the animal back, mumbling desperate prayers beneath his breath. Somehow, against all odds, he managed to strike down the ravenous beast at which point he realised he had no idea where the sword had come from. Tossing it away in shock, he was more bewildered to see it disintegrate a flash of blue fire a few moments later. Before then, he had never held a sword in his life.
The old man's cries quickly reminded him why he was here and he managed to heave the heavy trunk from the man's bruised legs. The wounds were bad and Andel mumbled prayers, wondering how to get this man back before more wolves came along, but even as he looked, the wounds were disappearing under his very touch. The man turned out to be Professor Lorrimor and thanked him profusely for the timely rescue. At camp that night, whilst the professor regaled his tales and exploits, Andel slept fitfully as he dreamed.
He immediately understood that he was seeing his angelic ancestor during the Shinning Crusade against the Whispering Tyrant. Shockingly, despite the hordes of undead all around, the angel turned to speak to him as calmly as though they had all the time in the world. Andel learned a lot that night, including how his ancestor angel was a lieutenant of Arshea
, who had sent forces to see that humanity was not enslaved by the Whispering Tyrant. He also learned that the later descendants of his family had chosen to abandon the watch on Tar-Baphon's prison in favour of a life of ease, betraying the pledge they had made. When he awoke in the morning, Andel was a changed man, finally firm in resolution for the first time in his life.
After the professor left, Andel began to explore the newly awakened powers he had obtained, but by returning to the path of forefathers, the unquiet spirits of those who had betrayed their pledge also began to haunt him. Nonplussed, Alden waited for a sign as to what he should do next, a sign that seemingly arrived nearly a year later in the form of a letter from Professor Lorrimor.