Church

Church, once a scholar, a purveyor of peace between the races. The bastion of the grand Syrinx Empire. He held many titles from the order he hailed.

History
His induction was not grand, he did not appear in some burst of glory. If anything, it was nothing more than a regular day. The sun shone above him, his beak buried in a book for the next lecture he was attending, when he just, fell. The portal swallowed him before he knew what was happening, and he was shoved out into The Bloodlands City.

Since then, he has taken his time, calculated risks, and every opportunity he could wrap his talons on. He has grown from the arts of the sword, into the might of magic.

Over the many years since his isolation, he has become more than he ever thought possible. Reality warps before him as he pleases, his wings can fly him higher and faster than any around. He could touch the very star above him if he wished.

And yet, home is further than ever. He has resigned himself to remain in this damnable plane of existence. However, that does not mean he will sit idly by.

Idle hands are the devil's tools after all.

Abilities
A skilled spell caster, he excels in single combat, ensuring he never enters combat without being confident in his victory. He favours using manipulation and schemes to find the ends to his goals, but if push comes to shove, he takes a few moments in ethereal space to reach his full potential, returning to reality as the very embodiment of his enemy's fears.