Valkrynn
Fallen Celestial of the Greylands
HISTORY
My birth in the Heavens was flawed, a broken and incomplete creation. Seeking acceptance I tried to copy my siblings. They were not pleased by my actions, only seeing it as debased mockery and hollow mimicry of themselves. I was cast out, plummeting through Creation into the Greylands.
Battered and in shock, I wandered the plane. My skin was stained and scoured by the ashen winds and my eyes turned black like shards of pneuma flint. My recollection of that time is vague and hazy, but it was in that time I found my true purpose. I found myself in the presence of a Greylord.
Wylan, the Father of Blades, stood before me.
I still do not know what he thought of me... pity, perhaps? I only know that he placed the sword in my hands and cast me from his isle. On a distant shore choking on black, poisonous water, I arose with the realization of my purpose. If the love of my siblings was a lie, I would embrace the truth of their hate and cruelty.
I became mercenary and vigilante in equal parts, working for myself based on the desires and payment of others. Sometimes I harvest the soul of a unique eidolon, while other times I am cutting down the faithful of the Greylords. Yet still other times I march alongside the Infernal war bands or set traps for the Celestial hosts.
They will rue for all time allowing me to see beyond their lies.
RUMORS
Many misconceptions on Valkrynn exist. One of the more popular is that the Fallen Celestial was the vestigial result of a twin birth. The one sibling inherited all the beauty and grace of a Celestial, leaving the other a deformed husk. It was in its mistreatment that it grew envious of its 'twin,' eventually killing it and fleeing retribution.
APPEARANCE:
Tall and androgynous with rough, ashen-grey skin. Hair is black, braided, and dreadlocked, filled with primitive beads and other more gruesome decorations. Frame appears stretched and underdeveloped with arms and legs incredibly long in proportion to the torso. Eyes are large, black orbs set in an underdeveloped face. Its ears are little more than holes in the sides of its head. Hands have seven digits in total, composed of two thumbs and several fingers, with similar digitation on the feet. No fingernails or toenails, instead digits seem to terminate into dark, hard points. Body lacks nipples and a navel, as well as any hint of sexual organs.
GEAR:
Spite- a huge, two-handed great sword made of black metal and inscribed with various magical symbols. Screaming faces flicker in the traces of energy that occasionally dance along the blade edge when drawn.
TENENTS:
- The end justifies the means.
- Know the enemy and do not underestimate them.
- Destroyed enemies do not tell tales, nor come back to haunt you.
- The weak are to be dominated by the strong. This a basic principle of nature and leadership.
- Seize opportunity without regret or recrimination. It is an obliging enemy that turns their back or bares their throat.
- Eye-for-eye, life-for-life – revenge is sweet.
- Patience is a virtue - think before you act. Remember always, opportunity does indeed come to those who wait, and revenge that must wait tastes all the sweeter when it finally comes.
- Respect and honor he who pays/employs you, at least until a new master replaces him.
- Loyalty and word of honor have their merits and will lead to employment and opportunity.
- You have but one true ally: yourself. Never betray yourself.
- Never work directly for the Celestials. Goals may align, but never forget and never forgive.
