Bio

Abandoned at birth at amongst an ancient grove of standing stones, Athron was a half human, half Shal foundling. He was raised in the wild edges of Torei near the Sa’iph borders by a childless elderly human couple. Life was harsh, but simple and happy. This life ended when Sa’iph soldiers cut down his adoptive parents for not paying for the rights to cull supposedly Sa’iph growth.

The second part of Athron’s life was filled with devoted and seemingly righteous rage. He quickly found an outlet amongst the army of Torei. Fueling the grudge between both lands, Athron helped conduct raids into Sa’iph. He cut down merchants and soldiers of the enemy. On one raid, the Sa’iph were prepared. The ambushed caravan was a trap, filled with skilled warriors and archers. All his military brothers were slaughtered. Though wounded, Athron was taken prisoner and was traded, like merchandise.

Athron’s life turned again amongst the Shal people, the other half of his blood. Despite the anger of his Sa’iph imposed “debt,” Athron became to see a different side of the Shal. He saw that in many ways they acted the same as the humans of Torei. They loved their children, they laughed at jokes, they cried with loss, they screamed in anger. His vision of the enemy changed, inexorably so, when the old Shal woman released him of his “debt” in her last will and testament.

Free, Athron wandered back to Torei and back to the wilds. He wandered empty, his soul drained of his hate. He could no longer fight against the Sa’iph, he did not have the desire to continue the cycle of vengence and retribution. Chance and hunger brought him to a remote Temple dedicated to the god Hamal. The cleric there taught him that Hamal was a god of justice and kindness. He was a father to all the creatures of the world. Like a father, he wanted his children to live in harmony. Athron found his soul filled with the light of this god and joined the cleric’s Order of the Dawn. He walked the path of the Order, bringing the light of Hamal to where it was not, bringing warmth were there was darkness of evil.

Athron continues this path, doing good works with smiling humility. This path often brings challenges to his faith. From the hereditary debts of the Sa’iph to the entry logs of Tarrish, the world seems so concerned with overt and subtle displays of dominance. In contrast, Athron’s faith demands brotherly and generous service for the good of all.

Athron stands at an unimpressive height a little over five and a half feet tall. However, his shoulders are broad and his muscles firm from a life of forestry and soldiering. His short, yet curly blonde hair is usually matted down from wearing his helmet. The curve of his ears and the subtle inhuman shape of his eyes belie his Shal heritage. Most people remember Athron by his eyes and smile: his deep dark brown eyes are pools of patience and understanding; his smile, a gentle curve, disarming in its honesty.

When defending the innocent children of Hamal (which is all the world, even if they have yet to see the light), Athron is armored in a suit of full plate mail. Over the suit is a white surcoat with a fiery sun. His right hand wields a hefty mace to smite evil, his left a shield with the same fiery sun to defend the righteous. Upon his back is a great axe, a symbol of his past and a reminder of his failings.