A broad-shouldered aasimar with pale gold skin, dark hair worn short for convenience, and folded feathered wings that look almost ash-gray at rest, as if they have been singed by grief. He wears a weathered chain shirt beneath a travel-stained priestly vestment, carries a halberd sized like a village banner pole, and has the still, watchful posture of a man who learned that prayer does not always prevent violence. His eyes burn with a calm, unsettling light whenever anger rises.

Quietly intense, relentlessly observant, and far more compassionate toward ordinary people than he first appears. He listens before he judges, but once he has judged an injustice, he becomes immovable. He is courteous to servants, mourners, and the injured, and cold toward anyone who hides cruelty behind doctrine.

He was born in a village that treated his wings as a blessing and a responsibility. His family never let that blessing become vanity. Instead, they raised him in the church, where he learned hymns before he learned his letters, and where the rhythm of bells, seasonal rites, and shared meals shaped the entire shape of his life. He expected to become a humble servant of the altar, someone who carried water, mended pew cushions, and offered comfort to the sick. He believed the gods were distant, but fair, and that patience was a kind of devotion. Then the dead came. The attack tore through the village faster than any prayer could keep pace with it. He begged, pleaded, and screamed for his family to be spared, but the heavens stayed silent. When he finally woke, everything had become ashes and silence, and standing among the ruin was a messenger of the deity he had trusted. The messenger told him the loss was for the best. Something in him broke, and something older and darker answered that break. In a burst of ruthless light and fury, he killed the messenger. Since that night he has sworn that no god is too high to judge, and no injustice too sacred to punish. He walks the world as a paladin of vengeance, not for a temple, but against the arrogance of power itself.