Valadyn the Blessed

Valadyn the Blessed

I am Valadyn the Blessed, son of Mdlin and Sonofir Falinh. I have a slender build; on the shorter side, with russet eyes, pale skin, and light brown hair. Throughout the last decade or so I have worked diligently as Fenir the Wises prentice, gathering herbs; organizing vials, tinctures, potions, poisons, poultices, and extracts; keeping track of finances, transactions, and inventory; and even brewing the occasional potion. This is all good and well: I have learned much about alchemy, but little about magic. Fenir had himself admitted that I have the innate ability to work magicks, after seeing me fend of the bandit.
Three years ago I was sitting in Fenir the Wises cellar, scribing accounts of the days purchases. The endless monotony brought my mind to a low buzz. All of a sudden, I heard a clattering above. Jumping up, I opened the cellar door and ran upstairs. There seemed to be a scuffle of some sort going on in my masters bedroom. Peering in, I saw a cloaked figure being batted over the head by slippers held in Fenirs hands. A thief! I gasped.
The figure turned, and began to move towards me. Fear rose up my throat and I backed away, then turned and ran down the stairs, aware that I was being followed. Just before I reached the bottom, I tripped! Spread-eagled, I heard my heart throbbing in my ears. It was the end, I thought.
But the bandit rushed by me. He wasn't attacking me, he was escaping! I stood up and ran after him. Something seemed to ignite within me. As the figure, darkened by shadow, fled across the street with something tucked under his elbow, I raised my hands and summoned some sort of primal energy inside of me. A presence grew between my handsan indescribable force, a thickening of the air. Silver light began to coalesce there. Just before the bandit rounded a corner, I felt the energy pulse, and it rushed out of my hands and slammed into the thiefs back.
He toppled. It was then that I earned the title Blessed, for the celestial light I summoned was seen by Fenir and he praises it to this day.
The feeling that came over me when I worked celestial magic was that of joy and determination. I would do anything to be able to learn magic; to control and refine it. In my dreams I see myself not as a herb-sifter, a cellar-custodian, or a scribe, but as an adventurera magic-user that finds evil throughout the lands, and purges it.