Tyrael

Tyrael

Mundane Name: Shawn, "That guy"

Mundane Occupation: Student of Aerospace Engineering. Yes, Belegarth has a rocket scientist in its ranks. Currently: Senior Airman, US Air Force 2009

Race: Halfbreed (Fallen Angel)

God: God

Affiliations: House Dregoth, Tir Asleen, and my wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, creative, sexy, only reason I get out of bed in the morning, mother of my kittens, wife Magdha [Tyrael note: wow, who knew Holly knew how to mess with Wiki stuff?]

Currently Residing: FE Warren AFB Cheyenne, WY

Fighting Since: 2003-ish

Weapons of Choice: Sword/Shield; Whatever I can get my hands on

In the times of the Second Uprising, the Heavens and Hells were torn asunder with battle of angel against angel, demon against demon, and many of the heavenly and hellish host were cast from their ethereal planes in the chaos that ensued.

A young astronomer angel found himself in the middle of such a chaotic warfield within the Sixth Heaven, Zebul. The Gates had been ripped down, allowing legions of hellspawn to spew forth through the Heavens. The fledgling angel, inexperienced with battle and until then caring only for study and praise of God, watched in horror as the innocence of angels fell before him. Blood and ichor spraying him, he took up a shield and sword and joined in the many ranks of angels attempting to push the hellish horde back to their abyss.

In the mass confusion that ensued, the angel was grappled by one of the Hellspawn and together they wrestled down through the Heavens. Cast from Heaven, the two continued to struggle with one another on the Earth until the angel's sword found itself in the chest of the demon. His wings severed in the fight, the angel came to the horrible realization that he was no longer angel, but not of Man, either. Only sons and daughters of Adam may enter the Gates upon death; "halfbreeds", as they are called, must do much more than simply repent their sins and believe in God's Son.

Thus the angel, assuming the name of Tyrael, one of the great Archangel generals of the Heavens' armies, began to wander the world. With no place to call home anymore, he must achieve great feats and prove himself worthy of his lost wings.

If only life were that simple.

Another halfbreed immediately saw Tyrael for what he was. Gader'el, the angel cast from the Heavens for giving Man the inventions of the sword, breastplate, and shield, began to scheme a way of further gaining favor with Samael, Lucifer, or Satan. He created weapons, which he gave to Tyrael with the illusion that he was simply trying to "aid a fellow halfbreed in the trek home". Instead of aiding the young angel's attempts to go back to the Heavens, these weapons instead taint their user, bringing forth the same darkness of heart that enabled the Morning Star and his ilk to forsake the Heavens and the will of God. Slowly, but surely, they are swaying his heart towards the all-engulfing darkness and leading him down a path that leads only towards damnation. Once damned, any entity that is not a human soul is beyond salvation and cannot ever be allowed back into the Kingdom of Heaven. Instead, the pitiful thing must exist in servitude to the lord of the Hells. If a fallen angel, the creature becomes a general of legions of Hellspawn; a powerful piece, indeed, for whomever gains him first...

A fan of free food, hilarious stories, and good company, Tyrael has thrown in his lot with the (rather peculiar) people of House Dregoth.

Currently awaiting the return of Gozer

What? no witty remarks for me Tyrael?! - Alleria/Brenna