About Jaeger di Angelo
Calm at all times never seems to let things bother him. Extremely flippant, even when fighting for his life he jokes and taunts his opponent seeming to all the world to not care. Only grows angry and serious when those he cares for are threatened. Ethyra most of all.
White hair pushed back and spiked revealing horns. Eyes the color of molten gold with a dark ring around the iris the color changes depending on his mood. He has no discernible heartbeat, instead a strange orb rests imbedded in his chest right where his heart should be. It is black with a pulsating red center, his body is constantly hot to the touch, feverishly so. Bony plating runs along his arms and shoulders, his spin, and his shins. Dark copper skin highlighted by by bone plates. He wears multiple ear piercings and his left eyebrow is pierced a scar skips across his right eye. Wears a silver dagger on his hip that is the twin to the cold iron dagger Ethyra wears. It is part of a matching set they used in a tiefling marriage ritual which is how he has the scar along his inner forearm. Wears a distinctive red coat with silver charms and ornaments.
The story of Jaeger di Angelo begins some 30 years before his birth. Gared di Algeleo a paladin of Iomedae, crusader of Mendev, nearly died in the worldwound his men slaughtered, horse dead, armor rent, weapons shattered and broken. As he wandered lost through the wastelands that were once Sarkoris a hunting party of demon's fell upon him. Even with his skill of blade and god given gifts he was outmatched. He was tired and weary and was willing to just let it end.
It was in this moment of darkness that a man in dark platemail arrived, he leaped among the demonic horde His sword a blur of steel seeming too large for any man to wield it leaves a streak of crimson in its wake as he parts demonic flesh like cloth. When the demon's were dead the man slumped, resting his weight on the blade.
It was then then that Gared saw the terrible rent in his armor that seeped blood. "Are you alright Ser?" Gared asked as he stands. The man lifts his visor giving Gared a glimpse of his savior. It was clearly a demon, Gared recoils in fear drawing his last remaining weapon a small dagger that looked pitiful next to the demon's blade.
"Calm yourself mortal, if I wished you harm I'd not have gone through the trouble of saving you. I am...or was Roth'ves'yk I have no wish to harm you human...my ire is saved solely for mine brethern. Though I am dying its none of your concern. For you will make it back to your walls of stone and mortar. I just ask one boon of you...take my sword do not let it fall into the hands of those who wish to destroy all." At this Roth'ves'yk stands to his full height and offered the sword hilt first to Gared.
Gared accepted the strange demons gift as soon as Gared touched the hilt there was a flash of red light, when his vision returned the demon was gone and the sword had shrunk to a much more manageable size and had lost its demon it's appearance. Appearing as an ornate bastard sword.
When he finally crawled back to Kenabres he was a changed man. His divine connection to Desna was no more he wasn't sure if it was the deal with the demon or his own faith had been shaken. Time passed he became an outcast too important to get rid of but ignored as much as possible....
A boy sits in a small cell his skin clammy his eyes wide with fear. Another flash of light another body dropps lifeless to the floor. The cultist came to his cell and grabbed him by the throat and dragged him out towards their fell altar. He passed the bodies of his parents their lifeless eyes stared up at him. They placed chains inscribed with runes that when looked at to closely made it feel like your mind was unraveling. The cultists began their chant babbling voices to low to truly understand rang hollow in the room. A flash of light and instead of another body falling to the ground Jaeger's body floated an inch off the ground as energy flowed into his body. Somehow he had turned the energy towards himself and absorbed it. The manacles shatter like glass as he falls to his knees skin steaming as he screams out in agony. The cultists unconscious from the backlash of energy.
Gared exits his home only to find a small waif lying unconscious on the ground just outside his door. His first thought was that the child was dead for there was no pulse to be found, but his body wasn't cold...it was exceptionally hot. When Gared lifted the boy's shirt to check for injuries he noticed a fell stone imbedded into his chest. Gared lifted the sleeping child's body and brought it into his home. When he awoke he could remember not the days of his life before awakeing. Gared named him Jaeger or hunter in old Ustalavic.
It was here that he learned how to fight he took to swords like they were a part of him, it was also here that he met a young girl named Ethyra. She was the daughter of a cleric of Desna. Jaeger looked for any excuse to visit the temple of Desna if only to see Ethyra. She helped ground the often rash tiefling who always acted before thinking.
On his 16th birthday Gared brought him to his trophy room and offered him a beautiful sword made of polished steel.
Jaeger was caught off guard he had always admired the blade but it was the one sword that Gared never allowed him to train with, even though he himself seldom touched it. When he grasped the blade it felt as if it was an extension of his bod as natural as his own arm. As time passed and Jaeger continued to grow along with Ethyra he finally worked up the courage to ask her to marry him.