Taxaelian

Of the man now named Taxaelian (Xael to his friends [if he had any]) almost nothing is known. Like all Elan he remembers things without context; places visited, objects handled and methods learned from the life before his rebirth.

How and why he came to join the Elan, Taxaelian cannot recall, but for the decades since he has resided with his new people in the Jarvia Desert of Riikano-Alinaria. He must have possessed an affinity for battle as his predisposition for close combat manifested itself in his pursuit of the path of the psychic warrior. Taxaelian emerged from his ritual an intimidating figure, more than 6 feet of midnight skinned bulk crowned in locks of the whitest snow with misted eyes as deep and impenetrable as ocean fog. As with most Elan he lost any natural charm and sociability he may have possessed in his past life as his consciousness of his surroundings grew with his psychic abilities. This left him with great difficulty in expressing emotion or nuance when speaking with non-psionic races. Any former aspirations also died with his old personality and Taxaelian now stands resolutely for order and the undoing of the unnatural and Chaotic elements of the world.

Taxaelian’s greatest enemy can be found among the same deserts in which he and his people now live; the self-proclaimed psion-sorcerer kings and their unnaturally created half-giant slaves. Despite their natural inclination towards good and gentle temperament when freed, half-giants are Taxaelian's most hated foe because to him they represent the greatest failure of his people. The evil sorcerer kings are themselves Elan Psions who used their combined magic and psychic might to gain dominion over vast swathes of desert and created half-giants through sickening breeding programs to cement their dominion. Early in his second life Taxaelian joined with many of his people in an attempt to destroy one of these renegade Elan but the force was almost completely slaughtered by the half-giant slaves guarding the sorcerer’s fortress. Upon recovering from near death, only possible through intense psionic focus, Taxaelian vowed to wipe these abominations from Iopia and dedicate his whole being to becoming mighty enough to stop them and their masters. So he set out across the sea, wrapped in his writhing cloak of shadows, to become a supreme slayer.