Cletus

In the devil-worshipping heart of Cheliax, being a Tiefling is already a curse. But being born of demonic rather than infernal heritage? That's social death.
Cletus was raised on whispers and hatred. His animal-like eyes, horns, bristling hair, and ashen skin marked him out—a child of the Abyss, in a nation that revered the Hells. Most couldn’t even tell the difference between a devilspawn and demonspawn, and no one cared to try. He was “hellspawn” to them all—a pariah by blood, blamed for sins he didn’t commit.
To survive, Cletus learned to be clever. To lie, steal, and twist expectations in his favor. He wriggled his way into the Church of Iomedae—not as a believer, but as a servant. Cleaning boots. Polishing swords. And listening.
That’s how he learned about the ritual. A minor celestial, an angel named Andromeda, had agreed to be magically bound to a chosen knight-captain—an honorable pact to enhance Iomedae’s holy warriors.
But Cletus saw an opportunity: if the world would never see him as worthy, he’d take worth for himself.
And so he stole the relic—the sealed, swordlike form of Andromeda—and performed the binding on himself.
It worked.
The angelic weapon ignited in his grasp, the bond complete. Her radiant power surged into him—and her furious voice rang in his mind.
Then came the escape.
He fled Westcrown before dawn, chased by righteous fury, leaving behind scorched banners and furious paladins.

    In South-eastern Varisia's Korvosa, Cletus found work as a sellsword, tackling goblins and local threats. He and Andromeda forged an uneasy partnership, laced with sarcasm, scorn, and reluctant trust.
She is dutiful, loyal, and noble—at least in theory.
He is a street-smart rogue with a conscience buried under charm and defiance.
She often lectures. He often smirks.
They argue constantly—about morality, methods, divine will, and the proper way to clean a longsword.
But in battle, they’re unstoppable. Andromeda strikes with radiant fury, while Cletus dances around enemies with wit and steel. He learns to take his role as protector seriously—partially because she won’t shut up otherwise, and partially because he’s started to believe in it.