Born in Valor, with a cleric for a father and elven maiden as mother,
Velajuel was no stranger to the ways of light and goodness. In fact, he
grew ever bored of it, tired by the endless preachings of self-pious men
around him.
The son of a middling family, with no sense of belonging due to being a
half-breed, Velajuel soon fell in with a gang of local thugs, where petty
theft grew to assault, assault to extortion. The band grew to encompass
some half-orcs, even a duergar, but Velajuel didnt care. Soon, even his
middle family cohorts left, tired of the company, eager to get on with their
lives. Velajuel stayed, pleased by his abilities to bully and take what he
wanted.
The highwaymen were quartered in a cave. Eventually, they became too great
a nuisance to ignore, and a band of Knights, led by a paladin, came to
dismantle things. A fight broke out and the band scattered, yet Velajuel
had his left eye badly wounded from the combat. Never again would he be
able to wield and use a dagger as precisely as he used to. As he lies
there, waiting to be dispatched, the paladin came upon him.
Mildly surprised to find a half-elf in the band, the paladin began to speak.
He asked Velajuel what had led him down this path, this path that had so
damned his soul. As the words sunk in, Velajuel began to realize his
internal peril. The words bit deeply into him, his remorse growing and
growing. The paladin had hoped for this, for he believed there was a chance
for redemption, and offered young Velajuel a chance.
He gave him an opportunity to relocate to an isolated monastery, one
teaching the precipts of the Light through Sun itself. Velajuel seized on
the chance, realizing he might have another shot at purpose in life. Though
it might sound cliche, the kindness and mercy showed to him really did have
a life-changing effect on him.
Upon being escorted to the Tainted Valley by the paladin-knight, he vowed to
dedicate his life to the Lord Soluminus, eternal Sun, to make amends for his
vile ways.
After several years passed and Velajuel started to show promising signs, the
elders decided that it's time to send him back home, to serve the Castle of
Valor, as a part of reinforcement package for the Knights that dwell there.
Description:
The ebon hue of an eye patch stares out of this roughly six foot tall
man's face, scarring arcing out from beneath it like lightning bolts to
scatter themselves over the left side of his face. Despite the numerous
scars, he looks rather handsome, with fine, chiseled features supported by a
strong, square jaw. Long, pitch black hair hangs behind him, tied back with
a simple bit of leather twine which fails somewhat as few stray tendrils
manage to flail around his face. Narrow shoulders support his arms which,
while lacking any large amount of muscular bulk, are very well toned and
athletic. Clean slices, ragged tears, puckered punctures and rippled burns
mark the rest of his form, scattered across it and marring the smoothness of
muscle with lighter tan marks of healed tissue and his deep, bronze hued
skin bearing further evidence of days spent basking in the sunlight.
Strange runic symbols seem to have been cauterized into the skin of his
hands and fingers, covering them almost completely.
