Bio

Aiden has no idea who his parents are, no idea about his blood line. His mother and father took refuge in a small farming town that is on the border of wild forests. The mother and the father were killed out of fear when their innate magical abilities were discovered by the head of the community. (He is not entirely evil, more of a moron who fears loosing what pathetic amount of power he has). He was unable to take the life of Aiden being a defenseless child. He was instead brought to a temple to be cared for by clerics Helm in Waterdeep.
As he grew up he was told nothing of his heritage. He trained and studied with the other clerics but his differences become apparent. He was utterly unable to turn undead, as well as not being able to complete his studies nearly as well as his classmates (Wis of 12). His ability to cast the spells began as flashes of power brought forth by his strength of character rather than by simple prayer.
His inability to follow the normal path of progression in his “cleric” studies, the priests found other uses for him. He was often passionate in his discussions about Torm and was able to draw and entertain a crowd for hours in his discussions/lectures about divine connection. He was asked to go through neighboring towns and eventually farther out to try to convert the masses. As he travelled he met many people, and others who shared his faith. One thing remained the same every time he talked to one of his brethren about his connection, they did not understand it. It was almost like trying to describe the color green to a blind man. Something so alive, and vibrant! How could they not understand?!
Most often times other clerics would decide him to be of lesser stock. He was not nearly as wise, and was more fanatical than they were comfortable with. Aiden was not able to get the hang heavy armor and had to resort to a breast plate. For this he was ridiculed on a regular basis during sparring drills with his colleagues.
Resentment and misunderstanding grew to the point where the head cheese of the church chose to step in and asked for the sake of both the church as well as Aiden that he leave their service to find a more fulfilling role in the world. Almost as if he were being commanded to do so by Torm he set off immediately.
He spent many years traveling the land. He would escort travelers for their safety, and for very modest payment. Usually just food and supplies needed on the road. He was staying in (insert town name here) when there was an attack from a wave of undead. They came running into the town as if being driven by something. Aiden, knowing he was the only one capable of protecting the commoners in the area, immediately grabbed his sword and ran out to meet the foe. Slashing wildly, casting where he could to protect himself in the middle of the throng, he was eventually over taken and knocked unconscious.
He awoke to a man wearing heavy amour removing his palm from Aiden’s chest. Undead littered the ground unmoving. Shortly after being knocked down, a group of paladins burst in on their celestial mounts and routed the undead. They had been chasing down a much larger group that had been in the area when this group broke off to escape. Tallis thanked Aiden for holding them off just long enough for them to arrive, and was happy to report that the only injuries that were sustained were Aiden’s.
Talis thought it strange for a cleric of Aiden’s skill to be in such light armor and casting in an unusual manner. In fact something about him seemed odd all together. He was interested, and asked him to join on their patrols in the area. They could always use a good sword arm among them.
As time went on, Talis proved to be a mentor. He was patient in instruction with fighting, he also took the time to guide Aiden in the use of heavier armors so that he might be better protected. Talis was also more forgiving of Aiden’s near fanaticism and tendency for rash actions. A year within the service of Talis taught him many things, and Torm graced him with a few of the paladins abilities.
Aiden began to fell his heart pulling himself elsewhere. He wanted to understand more of what he was , that seemingly normal rules need not apply. Ice nor acid caused much damage, praying wasn’t necessary, and his fighting ability with Torm’s chosen weapon exceeded that of anyone in his class.
Talis offered to bring him to a stronghold that was overtaken by a very powerful paladin. Cormack might be able to help him find the answers he needed, or in the least find a better use for his talents.