Christophor

Christophor is a very old wandering Sek-Agkelos working for the Agothonian military. He is almost seven feet tall and slightly on the slim side. His large wings are a light grey, but his clothes usually consist of dark colors or black. He has very dark brown hair that is less than an inch long.

Christophor was born 1837 years ago in a small village on the southern edge of the continent of Polus. His parents traveled a lot, but stayed in this village for the first 10 years of his life in order for him to start an education. When Christophor was continually unchallenged in his school they moved north and into a larger city for him to complete his education. His father was a banker, and his mother a scribe. Chistophor's father helped him in arithmetic classes occasionally but he never needed help in any other subject. In college he majored in foreign histories. His parents soon continued their travels, and offered for him to join them, but he wasn't done with his education. He never saw his parents again.

During the end of the 6th age he went to the small islands of the south and lived out the madness. He found it peaceful, but could never get the peace of that land to permeate his mind. He never forgot his parents, and frequently found himself wondering where they where or if they still lived. while on the islands he wandered and explored. He enjoyed the time there and the people, but always hated the lack of meaning that he and the people's lives had. When the chaos stopped He quickly left the south in search of a more meaningful life.

The world changed a lot over the next many many years. His race slowly vanished and he lost all hope of meeting his parents. During the 6th age he began to dabble in the arcane arts, but found them soon limited when the Age of Erevno began. He quickly saw how the world would progress and found it necessary to join a nation. The Republic of Agathos seemed to be in many ways what he needed. When he couldn't find a job that satisfied his wanderlust he came to work in the military in their small arcane division. He was then able to travel around aiding in ways necessary. During the years that he work with the military he was able to move up to the rank of first lieutenant. Being one of the government's best mages he got to go on many special assignments and ended up with the special forces group.

Just killed dozens of “civilians” in order to save the party. It cost 2 XP, but we didn't lose the battle.

He will be spending the rest of his life making up for his sins. He hopes he has enough time.

After the events of The Chaos Miracle, Reiko entrusted what was left of the Chaos Bomb to Christophor, leaving the potentially dangerous item in what she thought were wise and unbiased hands. Christophor knew the energy of the Chaos Bomb would give a great technological advantage to any faction that could research it, yet in the indecision of such an important choice he would let the energy slowly fade, and by AE 240 the Chaos Bomb disappeared completely. This would mean the USC monopoly of Chaos Technology would continue well after the Federation's entrance into the Long War. Who knows how much time and how many lives were lost in vain due to Christophor's paralyzing fear of Man's evil and his under-estimation of Man's goodness.