Name: Mordal Oridium
Age: 19
Height: 5'9"
Race: Angelae
Class: Templar
Abilities:
Flight - Mordal has the ability to sprout wings from his back, enabling him to fly when he chooses.
Description: Dirty blonde short hair, blue eyes, Caucasian skin.
Usual clothing:
When not wearing armor, Mordal usually wears a tan cloth shirt, brown cloth pants, and dark brown boots.
Personality:
Mordal always places the needs of others before his own personal needs, no matter what they may be. To those he doesn't know, as well as those who know him personally, he seems to be a kind-hearted and friendly young man. He is loyal to his friends and allies, and will protect those in need, no matter the challenge.
Although he is usually polite and friendly with the people he meets, it is difficult for him to do so when a person is rude to him or his friends.
Mordal has always admired the Harpies ever since he cloud fly. He feels a certain connection to them, being that he now knows the joys and wonders of flight.
Quirks:
Although Mordal knows that it is morally wrong for the predators of Felarya to eat innocent people, he is secretly a voreaphile, and will only tell those who he completely trusts.
Likes: Being near friends, protecting those in need, challenges, flying, traveling, fighting.
Dislikes: Rudeness, obnoxiousness, greediness.
Biography:
Mordal Oridium has been a native to Felarya his entire life. Since he was a boy, he has lived in Negav with his parents. Since the age of thirteen, Mordal has practiced the arts of swordplay and archery.
Mordal grew up to be a fine young man, and joined the Negav Templars when he came of age. As a Templar, Mordal vowed to place the needs of others before his own, as well as protect the innocent from harm.
On Mordal’s nineteenth birthday, his parents wished to speak to him about an urgent matter. When alone in the bedroom away from the party guests, Mordal’s father told him that he was not a human as he grew up to believe, but a member of an angelic race called the Angelae; a race of human-like people who were radiant and pure, and naturally skilled in combat.
Mordal’s parents’ confession overwhelmed him. It all made sense to him then, why he was so skillful with combat and why he was always friendly with everyone.
It was on Mordal’s birthday that his parents planned something truly incredible for him. Following a safe path through the Felaryan wilderness, Mordal and his parents arrived at the top of a large cliff that overlooked the city of Negav.
Mordal’s parents simply told him to leap off of the cliff, and concentrate on flight. Mordal was reluctant, but watched in awe as his parents did so, only to sprout white feathered wings, allowing them to soar safely back to Negav.
Mordal leaped off of the cliff just as his parents did. His heart raced as he closed his eyes, and he spread his arms out to his sides, concentrating on flight. Wings sprouted from his back, and he spread them, gliding safely toward the city. He felt so excited and happy that day.