Fallen Aasimar Warlock/Mechanic

I was born with a gift. My angelic heritage was expressed so strongly that my parents thought they'd given birth to an actual Deva. I had bright, pristine wings. I could even fly, once I was old enough. My life changed when I met Abraxas. I was too young to know a demon when I saw one, and he was a friend to me. Eventually he introduced me to his boss, Belias. Belias offered me a job, in exchange for which he would grant me great power. What boy doesn't dream of having superpowers? Of course, I accepted. It was an easy job. A fun job, in fact. After a few jobs, he offered a permanent position. Abraxas would be my liason, and I would get to keep my powers. There was a presence in me that I had never acknowledged that faded away that day as my wings burned away. It was replaced with something else. Had I known what I was giving up, I may have taken a bit longer to consider. Now that I am an adult, Belias rarely intervenes in my life, but Abraxas has remained my constant companion.
 
When I grew up I discovered that there was real work to be done, and I had to find some such creature to pay the bills. The guilds were the obvious place to start. The Clairvoyant took an interest in me, due to my apparent skill with magic, but I knew that my skill was only gifted to me, not earned. So I learned to work with machines and eventually became a Mechanic of the Engine. That is where I reside and work to this day.

Gender

Male

Eyes

pale blue

Hair

dark grey

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

pale blue

Height

5'9"

Weight

160