Brigur Hadriel Anduin

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Brigur
Male Half Monadic Deva, Half Human
Player: vronsky
General Information
Full Name: Brigur Hadriel Anduin
Nicknames:
Age: 22
Deity: Haelyn, Cerilian Greater Power of Noble War
Alignment:
LG LN LE
NG TN NE
CG CN CE
Occupation: Crusader, Monument-Builder, Tactician
Faction/Rank: Planes-Militant; Watchman
Place of Birth: Excelsior
Physical Attributes
Height: 6'3
Weight: 175-180 lbs
Eyes: Sacred-lit emerald
Hair: Reflective onyx
Complexion: Golden tan
Physical Build: Mount-blooded athlete
Physical Features: Deliverance from Death, Elemental Ease, Protective Aura
Skills
Persuade, Sense Motive, Craft: Building, Discipline, Heal, Taunt (Shieldbash), Tumble
Equipment and Items
Trinket: The Wings of Wisdom - a necklace handed down from Marshal Lilian Ero'Myr of the Planes-Militant


Bloodline - Monadic Deva

As each of their kin, monadic devas have their assigned role: to watch over the monad, the indivisible, the material elements of the multiverse. They are those aasimon sent to fight evil amongst the Inner Planes. Some are dispatched from the Upper Planes to act in the name of good against foes hiding amongst the elements, while others are regular servitors of those powers of Good that dwell within the elements: Ahto, Geb, Shu, and other such gods. They act as both soldiers and diplomats, seeking war and peace interchangeably as befits the situations they find themselves in.

Monadic devas have dark brown skin, jet hair, and piercing green eyes.

In the Chant

Chant is some bloody halo's about the Cage, crossing gates gearward and taking a dip at the Flame Pits. The lily deva's got some zills -- been spotted carrying top-shelf armaments over shoulder to some clocktower alley in the Chessboard. A tick later, halo comes out a different door -- Palace of Pain proper, piking off the jester.

It's a square deal when a deva's involved, a body can be sure, but why's this cutter so productive a wagger might ask? Here's the true dark. This blood's a recruiter, one of them squareheads from the Planes-Miltiant it figures. Some say a Watchman but the OPM can't keep their own straight. The lots high-ups in Sigil keep getting boxed -- you'd think they'd earn a book and bolt the cage entire, back to that shiny burg.

Not this halo. He's got agood gatekey and now the blood is rattling for paladins and true squareheads like himself to come for a ride. Follow a Monadic opium dreamer on some cakewalk? Your risk berk. Best bring your ears for a lot of 'Belief screed.