Camiel Starhand

Gender: Male (He/him)


Age: 21


Race: Elderblood (Astralblood)


Nationality: Dragon's Cradle


Appearance:


Camiel, from a first glance, is striking; bright cerulean eyes, which all observe, almost like a walking panopticon. Fair-haired to absurdity, with long, blondish-white strands of pure waviness which cascade onto his shoulders. Skin golden as the purest carats in all the realms, which irradiate a luminescent glow, and teeth white like marble. His chiselled jaw and high cheekbones give him a hawkish look, the veneer of an antique lord. Freakishly tall, possibly around 9'5 or 6. He is an object of angelically ascribed beauty, in all the depths of the abyssopelagic, and in all the haughtiness of the stratosphere; no face save for the gods' themselves could compete with this one. At least, that is what Camiel himself believes...

Personality:

Camiel is proud and can sometimes teeter on vainglory, yet deep within he is a man looking for righteousness and justice. He firmly believes in giving everyone what they're owed and subscribes to a (sometimes hyper-moralistic) set of ideals which, above all, value fairness. He despises unnecessary violence, yet isn't afraid to use it if it furthers his goals. An idealist at heart, his mind is full of ambition and, fairly knowledgeable about his astral birth, is fully driven to accomplish his goal: a world unified by kindness, devotion, and justice.

History:

Whilst he claims to be of the Dragon's Cradle, he shares little in either values or costumes with the ones from the Cradle. Always a visionary, even since his youth in Stormgale, he had always longed for more. "My divinity must be something else than just a curse," he always thought, "I must be something else than a plague!" At eighteen years old, he left the comfort of the city's walls and ventured into the wildlands, only to discover that he was much more ill-equipped than initially thought. A massive angelbeast swooped from the sky whilst he rode on a beaten path, taking his mount and narrowly missing in taking him too. Essentially coinless and with little but a bag of goodies, he ventured into the crag-riddled landscape of the Cradle, miracolously reaching Hearthside alive. Convinced that this was divine intervention (and, consequentially, his sign to begin adventuring once more) he decided he would make it his mission to traverse the length of the Cradle, acquiring as much knowledge and experience as he could. And so now he roams the lands, preaching, teaching, learning and fighting.