The War of Seven Sceptors
“The blood of the holy plane of Celestia courses through my veins”
Durring the War of the Gods, many wounded angels fell to the material plan. Several were killed by the savage monstrosities that roamed it’s surface, but a few were discovered by human, who took the celestial beings in and cared for them. The angels were moved by the compassion of mankind, and humans could not help but loose themselves in the radiant beauty of the denizens of the upper planes. It was inevitable that they would come to breed.
Their couplings ushered in a new race of beings. With the unnatural beauty of angels and the drive and determination of human beings, the Aasimar soon found a world that not only accepted them, but waited eagerly for what was assumed to be their legendary deeds heroism. Many felt obligated to fulfill this imposed destiny placed before them, adhering to their ancestor’s nature of servitude. Others fell to the constant pressure and abandoned their homes and family’s in search of a life away from the talk of fate and divine duty.
Aasimar are possessed of a great beauty, which is as much a curse as a blessing. Some have gone as far as to perform scarification and other acts of disfigurement, only to find that the marks leave only beautiful patterns upon their perfect features. Their hair runs from brilliant copper, to golden blond, to an almost glowing silver.
The largest contingency of Aasimar live within the sprawling city of Avandra, though they can be found most places on Myth’ren, in towns, hamlets, but more often than not in the service of the temples of Aequitas and Bahamut