Morgan Vestalis's page

Five Concepts:
1) His hammer is his most prized possession. Handed down to him from his father, the adamantine lucerne hammer has their family crest engraved into the head. He keeps it fastidiously cleaned and well cared for, and uses it as the focus for all of his magic.
2) His soul, that of the ancient Thassilonian hero Nathanael Asmodei, is the source of his celestial bloodline powers. He has dreams, flashes of light and fire and in the middle of it all a shining light flowing out of angel wings. He doesn't really know what it means, but it has led to an affinity in him for light and fire.
3) He is an affable and outgoing man, easy to laugh, but also somewhat socially ackward, a bit too loud for comfort but completely clueless to that fact.
4) Things have always just come easily to him. Physical stature is the most obvious of these blessings, as he is bigger and stronger than most without really trying. His mind is also sharp, and the magic of the world just flows through him naturally.
5) He is trained as a blacksmith, as his father was before him. He's always found something rather calming in the practice, and it reminds him of his father.

Two Goals:
1) Morgan wants to make a name for himself as an adventurer, to do something that would make his father proud.
2) He also wants to understand where his celestial powers come from, and to understand why all these visions plague his dreams.

Two Secrets:
1) Morgan thinks the whole concept of worshipping any of the plethora of deities worshipped in Golarion is somewhat silly, and is unclear on if there is really any difference between a "god" and a "really powerful person". To willingly subjugate yourself to someone just for power seems like a bad trade, and he prefers to rely on his own power. In part, this comes from the angelic nature of his dreams - he fears that some part of his soul is claimed by one of these gods, and strongly dislikes that fact. As this opinion tends to piss people off more often than not, he keeps it to himself.
2) Morgan is unaware that, since he left on his adventurer travels, his father has passed away.

Three People:
1) His father, Simion Vestalis, is probably the single greatest influence in Morgan's life. He was an adventurer in his youth, before settling down in Absalom to raise a family. The hammer that he used was passed down to him, and he in turn passed it down to Morgan.
2) Evelyn Caskbow, otherwise known as Aunt Evelyn, was an old traveling companion of his father's back in his adventuring days. She was a bard back in the day, but now, at the age of 72, she has retired to the city of Kerse, in Druma, to enjoy her wealth. When Morgan was growing up, she was a more constant presence in his life, as she lived in Absalom at the time. Morgan's mother was always jealous of her, but his father was oblivious to the tension.
3) Tolme Nete, a halfling sorcerer, was trounced rather harshly by Morgan in his early years of adventuring. He has since escaped captivity, and has been training up as hard as possible, hoping to take revenge on Morgan. Morgan, though, would barely remember him if he saw him.

Three Memories, Mannerisms, or Quirks:
1) I remember the first time my father showed me his forge. I was so young at the time, the forge seemed huge to me. I couldn't even lift the hammer! He showed it to me with such joy in his eyes, as if he was looking at another child of his. The smile on his face, as he explained that at the forge was one of the few places in this world where you could truly be in control, where all that mattered was your own skill and the materials you had gathered. It was pure, in a way few things are. I'll never forget those first lessons, or the first time, years later, when I first hit a hammer against that same forge, the pure sound that rang out.
2) I don't remember the first time I had the dream; it seems to have been a part of me for as long as I can remember. I can tell you want it was most likely like, though, because the dream always seems to be the same. It starts off bad; people are screaming. They are in pain, afraid, but I can't see where they are. There is smoke everywhere. Suddenly, a ray of light cuts through the smoke, almost painful in intensity. It burns away the smoke in a rush, but I can't see any better than before, because the light has taken the place of the smoke. The screams turn to startled yells, still afraid, but with a tinge of hope that wasn't there before. The roar of fire flames off at the edges of my vision, as new screams enter the fray, different from before. Monsterous, scary in their own way, yet the fear is present now in those screams. Then a form begins to take shape in the light, a blob begins to form, but it is still blurry and hard to make out. What becomes crystal clear a moment later is the wings spreading out from the light source. Sharp, espescially so in contrast to everything else, the wings seem to spread out over the scene. Then the wings encircle me, cutting me off from the screams and the smoke and the light and all of it, until there is only the wings, and finally only blackness. Pain sears my heart, and I wake up sweating. Is it a vision of the future? The past? A warning of something? I don't know. I mean to find out.
3) Setting out on my own for the first time, that was something. My father's hammer was so very heavy. Ha, I still thought of it as my father's hammer, back then. Before I made it my own. Before I earned it. There was an excitement to my step, as eager as I was to set out to see the world; yet there was also a nervousness. I had a lot to live up to. I hoped I was up to the task.