He walked into the village with potions and pans searching for the next customer. Someone stopped him along the path, they noticed a glint of dirty armor beneath his cloak. At one point it must have been beautiful. As was he.

Name: Aesir (No given last name)
Race: Aasimar
Age: 24
Class: Cleric
Birthday: He remembers it being cold.
Appearance: Grey skin & hair, heterochromia, one eye black one white. Medium length hair with bits wrapped up. His hair is a gray that leads into dark black tips.
Personality: Faintly closed off but knows how to get around and avoid conflict.
Current Occupation: Traveling cleric, though a cheap one. As a cover he worships Lunara, Goddess of the Moon. It’s more like the show he puts on for people rather than anything he believes in. It’s just close to what it once was. Heals wounds, cooks meals, quite tasty ones as well.
He may stretch the truth at times, as though his meals offer divine favoring or healing properties. He hasn’t actively worshiped a god in many years.
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Youth.
Memories of his youth are quite vague. His earliest memory is a muddied conversation between a feminine visage and another. He can’t remember what was discussed, but it didn’t seem like a happy one. He was highly praised growing up due to his Aasimar heritage. They claimed he was an Aasimar of the eclipse and would lead the cloister to the eclipse event itself in the future. Some of his fellow youth acolytes were jealous of the unfair favoritism. In his youth he met Talia and Calum, two of the more understanding youths. They spent a lot of time together and learned a lot.
Teenage.
The true era of training began in the years of adolescence. More dangerous sparring, more dangerous missions outside of the cloister, and some of the Aasimar favor waned, though it maintained. All of them knew that the Nautical Twilight was incoming. A true test of one's faith in the Twilight and her one goal. Daereth, a dragonborn and paladin in training, became much more prevalent in these years, showing up Aesir in almost all categories. Perhaps he had grown soft, all the praise had gotten to his head. They both weren’t fans of each other though Daereth hated Aesir, he was not devout enough and undeserving.
Talia and Aesir also grew closer during this time, spending any free time together, either worshiping or simply reading. Calum tried to keep all of them in check, being the best of their class by many steps.
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