Valerius "Valor" Tradivantsi

Name: Valerius "Valor" Tradivantsi

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 27

Height: 5'9

Class: Pact of the Chain Fiend Warlock / College of Eloquence Bard (formally Oath of the Crown Paladin)

Race: Sun Elf Fallen Aasimar (formerly Scourge Aasimar)

Background: Noble

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Backstory:  Born with it all, Valor was raised spoiled and shallow. Having blessed the royal family, and his kingdom, with his aasimar status, he was given anything and everything he could ever want. With this blessing, though, came a lot of expectation and responsibility placed on him from birth. He was raised as a soldier, placed as the captain of the royal guard, and expected to hold up and defend the kingdom as a symbol of hope and power. Along with that, he was set to marry a young noblewoman from a neighboring kingdom, in order to unite the two. Having this arrangment mapped out since the beginning of their lives, Valor and his soon to be wife, Clarisse, knew each other since thet were young and grew up as close friends. They begrudingly came to terms with the agreement, thinking better to marry someone you're friendly with than a stranger.

As Valor grew, he became restless and jaded. Night after night, he'd wish to know what it was like to exist beyond his kingdom. He yearned for freedom more than anything. One night, however, he was given a sign from his patron Hayliel to leave and start a new life. Little did he know, the angel had grown quite fond of him, and wished to free him from the life he had been shackled to. Still, Valor was naive, and easily taken advantage of, not knowing life outside of the smothering duties of the palace. In a chance encounter with a pact devil he shed his aasimar status in exchange for success in the music scene. Now, having disgraced his family, he's on his own to make his name in the world with nobody but the eyes of his patron watching him through Taboo, his hell hound familiar.

Extra Lore/Info:  Instead of skeletal wings, Valor's wings as a fallen aasimar exist in a shadow behind him when he uses his necrotic shroud. His blood is black and acidic, before he fell, his blood was golden like ichor.

His patron, La'Zurcaan, is a direct descendant of Glasya. He reached out to Valor, offering him fame and fortune in exchange for his soul. The catch? Valor couldn't die, destined to serve him forever. Valor thought this was the perfect deal, and it carries no downsides. Fame, fortune, AND immortality? It was too good to be true. With this deal, Valor doesn't age, and can't be killed unless it's via decapitation. Any fatal wound will heal itself, although it leaves the non fatal wounds to heal as they are. Valor doesn't seem to understand the extent of his pact. This devil essentially owns him, and has the ability to charm him to carry out whatever deeds it wants, an ability completely unbeknownst to him despite its liberal use by his devil.