Angel

Ancient beyond the reckoning of most histories, and present in Vesperfall long before its current orders drew their first banners. Angels do not belong to any single faction, though the Dawnsteel Legion has long claimed the closest relationship with them, a connection the Angels have accepted on their own terms, for their own reasons. They present with great wings of white or gold, their feathers carrying subtle variations that reflect something deeply individual, and their eyes burn with an inner fire equally unique, no two the same, none easily forgotten. They act according to purpose and design they rarely if ever share with mortals that none dare to question. Their deaths on Vesperfall are permanent in ways that do not apply elsewhere, which lends their choices a weight they silently carry. What they want, beneath the titles and the roles they accept, is a question none have been given answer to… yet.