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When not wearing armour, Aerodus can be found wearing a simple white tunic over a pair of baggy tan canvas trousers and turned down black leather riding boots.

While attired for battle, Aerodus wears his heavily polished and flawlessly mended armour with the mark of Sarenrae emblazoned on the back of the left gauntlet.

Aerodus’ wings are thick downy, the stereotypical angel wings, in the cleanest of whites.

Aerodus’ skin appears to glow with a warming, pleasant light.

Aerodus grew up in the small town of Falcon’s Hallow, bordering the Darkmoon Wood, in Andoran. His father worked as an Explorer and a Merchant and spent his life travelling the world from Osiria to the Shackles, the Land of the Linnorm kings to the Mwangi expanse and everywhere in between. Aerodus never knew his mother, she had died giving birth to him. He had been raised by his fathers brother and his wife, a blacksmith and a seamstress. He spent the long years of his childhood growing up in and around the Darkmoon wood, learning the art of woodscraft from a local tracker. On the days where the tracker was not available to teach him, Aerodus spent his time with a local farmer, learning how to care for and train horses.

The coming of Aerodus’ rise to adulthood was marred by the news that his father had perished during one of his adventures to the north. The plan had always been that, upon his 60th birthday, Aerodus would join his father in his travels, becoming a Merchant Explorer just like his old man. With his father dead, Aerodus suffered a crisis the likes of which he had never known before, a lack of direction. He struggled for a long time, flitting from place to place, having left Falcons Hollow in a daze. It was not till he reached Ustulav, some nine years later, that he truly found clarity of purpose.

Travelling through Ustulav, from Caliphas, Aerodus witnessed the atrocities and mistrust that the undead had bred throughout the land and they gave him pause. Ustulav was a country under siege and he had the means to help. Aerodus signed on with a band of mercenaries based out of Thrushmoor, a small fishing village on the Avalon bay, called the ’Nights Regard’. Dedicated to ridding the lands of the undead, Varin spent three years in their employ, fighting side by side with his new friends.

Aerodus was happy to stay in Ustulav, to keep on as he was going, at first at least. As time moved on he found himself longing for more. Yes Ustulav was in trouble and yes he was doing good, but this was not the world ending disaster he had supposed it to first be. He began to talk at length with a couple of the people he had befriended, a Human man by the name of Denith, a woman by the name of Gillian and a Halfling man by the name of Elwin, and slowly they began to agree. There was more good to be done in the world than what they could do here. WIth the decision unanimous, the four friends broke from the ’Nights Regard’ and began to make their way to Mendev.

This trip was a slow and winding one, taking almost two years to complete, as they traveled far and wide, aiding any who needed it. Their aid went beyond mere martial aid and spread to acts of kindness and charity. Aerodus spent time working as a field hand and as a labourer, all the time keeping his sword skills sharp. upon reaching Mendev they enlisted with the Crusades, choosing to dedicate themselves to the fight against the demonic hordes that threatened from the Worldwound.

Seven years seemed like a lifetime. Aerodus spent seven long and painful years in Mendev. First to fall was Gillian, taken in the night by some evil being of unknown origin. Second was Denith, murdered by a Cultist of Baphemeth. Finally when only Aerodus and Elwin were left, the Halfling broke. Aerodus found him saddling his pony one morning and never asked why, he already knew the answer, the Worldwound had done its job and had struck the last blow against both of them. Elwin rode off and Aerodus stayed behind, broken inside but dedicated to doing his piece.

It was during this time, five years into his tour in Mendev, that Aerodus came across Valour. The foal was barely an hour old, still unable to stand, when Aerodus found him alone in the wilderness with no sign of his mother in sight. Taking pity on the beast, Aerodus rushed him to a nearby Crusader outpost, one that bred horses. Aerodus managed to save the foal and in doing so gained a trusty steed, the only good thing to come out of his time at the Worldwound.

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