Sargas of Tor-Elan

Once a soul-forged working in the great forge of the Dawnspire, he was awakened early one morning. The Dawnspire morning prayers were interrupted by him, who quickly dispatched one of the Oathsworn, named Leon Corvax. Over the next year he faced scorn, then reluctance, and finally acceptance. He became a cleric after a particularly brutal training period. Some called him the "chosen" of Tor Elan, due to his near immediate devotion and dedication to the Sun.

Built many years prior to his awakening, he is precisely six feet tall. As a labor automaton, he is particularly burly with wide shoulders and relatively long arms. His metal skin is covered all over his body in the holy script of Tor Elan, having been etched into him similar to how other races get tattoos. His face though, is a mystery to all those who meet him. Only those at the dawnspire in the weeks following his awakening, and the ecclesiarch know how he looks. Recently, the forge master of the dawnspire added secure mounting points all across his body, allowing his plate armor to be modified and mounted to him more directly, like a second skin.

Until recently, Sargas was uncertain if Tor elan chose him or not. These fears were alleviated recently, after speaking with the ecclesiarch. Even more so was when he visited a seer, after being told about two of his party's experiences. A voice he believes to be Tor Elan himself spoke "His fate is mine" before the seer's visions were cut off completely. Sargas took the seers orb before leaving, as a memento.

Sargas has a tendency to take command of most situations, acting as the highest authority in the room. Only those of royalty, very very high ranking members of the churches, or leaders of the regions, are shown deference. He harbors a particular hatred for anything demonic in nature.

Though he hides it, he is growing fond of those he has traveled with since leaving the dawnspire. Much of his time while the party sleeps, he dwells on coming up with what he has heard of as "nicknames" for his new friends.

Personality

He's direct in his speech, with very little sense of humour due to 'growing up' in the Breath of the Sun. Takes much joy in claiming the heads of powerful adversaries, and gifting them to his god. With a special hook on his side, he hangs the (still dripping blood) heads on his hip until he can reach an altar to Tor Elan.

Ideals

Seeks to serve his god in all things, as well as expand the Breath of the Sun to become a major religious sect in the Federated Nations area.

Bonds

His worship to his god is his life. He would never give up his weapon, nor remove his armor. He feels a pull towards his fellow soul-forged, and would seek to help any he crosses paths with. Though he has never spoken to another of the awakened, part of him looks forward to that day.

Flaws

Rigid in his beliefs. Does not take kindly to his god or the Breath of the Sun being spoken of in a negative light.

Alignment

Lawful Good, leaning LN (observed)