Atticus Gregors (Illayethfaynsuryn) Ill ay eth fain sue rin
Atticus is an Aasimar but his parents are not. It is a recessive trait in his family. When he was 9 years of age, an older Aasimar by the name of Steren came seeking him out, drawn by his aura. His parents were torn. They did not want to lose their only child, but the older Aasimar assured them that if they tried to keep the boy for themselves, all manner of fiends would come for him, magnetized by his powers.
They needed time to think, but eventually came to the conclusion that it was the best for the Atticus. Through tears in their eyes they told the boy he was now under the guidance of the older man, and that he needed to follow his word diligently. Atticus was sad but he trusted his parents, thus he became the apprentice of Steren.
Life became tough for Atticus after that. The two set out into the wilds where they would travel the land. Atticus’s city life was a great detriment to this change of pace, but the older aasimar left the boy no opportunity to get comfortable. The first night only was food caught and prepared for him, but every night on he had to catch his own-or go hungry.
Sterin began his apprentice’s training in the art of swordsmanship, claiming it was one of the best well rounded weapons available to man and aasimar kind. Atticus was very rarely cut in his training, but he was beaten often by the flat of his mentor’s blade when he missed blocks or overextended.
In the beginning he would cry at night form the pain, but his sobs would only bring more bruises from that blade-the reasoning for this is that he should be able to handle his wounds silently, for letting out sound would only serve to alert enemies to his presence. It was a harsh way of learning, but it did work. He would continue to cry at night, but he learned to do so silently.
Though at the time to Atticus it may have seemed like his mentor did these things out of anger or hatred for with the gruff manner his mentor would take, when he grew into adulthood he would realize it was to properly prepare him for the world. While Steren was harsh in his training, he never let the boy do something that was out of his league, and would teach him things he would not be able to figure out on his own.
The reason for their isolation and travels through the wilderness actually served a multiple purposes, to teach the boy to fend for himself and shield him from watchful eyes of any creatures willing to attack him before he was ready. Six years in total passed before the duo ever returned to civilization in any real sense of the term. To Atticus it seemed like Steren just had a way of knowing things without ever having a reason to have found them out.
One of these things just so happened to coincide with the first village he had seen since leaving home. They just so happened to show up at a time that a monster was rampaging through it. Steren told the boy that the safety of the village entirely relied on him, he would not raise a finger to help the people. Atticus fought with all he had, but it was not enough. He eventually had to retreat back to his master and let the village die. Atticus was angry at himself, angry that he did not have what it took, but eventually would learn the lesson Steren wanted him to -that lives are not always in
While it was not unheard of for a celestial to claim an aasimar, the fact that Mystra, a celestial highly attuned to magic would claim Atticus did not sit well with Steren. For now there was nothing that could really be done, but he could not shake the feeling that something had gone very wrong. Even Atticus noticed the shift in his mentors demeanor. Many nights were now spent gazing into the dancing flames of their campfire instead of staring up at the stars like he usually did.
The man stood about six foot tall and appeared to be somewhere in his 30's. He had blond hair with a golden hue. His gaze was intense, but not harse, more searching. He tended to look with his eyes rather than body, standing rather still otherwise. He wore a long traveller's coat that was rather battered and worn with use. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows and some sort of chainmail could be seen hanging from his pack. At his side rested a longsword, and upon his back was strapped a shield with the emblem of Cormyr. When he spoke his voice was held soft, not wanting to attract more attention than necessary outside of walls.