Aestilon

Will An projects a towering, mechanical presence through his form-fitting and slender humanoid form. His body, masterfully crafted in an unknown metal, has visible scuffs and scratches, suggesting a long history of combat. Two small, concentrated blue light sources visually represent his gaze, indicating his focus and awareness. Only the keenest eyes, or the people closest to him, can catch any shift in their intensity, which otherwise contributes to his impassive and unsettling demeanor. He carries a heavy spiked warhammer, its end resembling an anvil. Despite its simple and worn look, there is more that catches the eye in his weapon. Slung over his shoulder, a satchel of worn leather from which he never separates.

Having awoken with no recollection of his past, he has more questions than answers to provide about his origins. He lived for years as a nomad, wandering alone or joining caravans along the path while seeking for answers about his past and the world he awoke into. Through an innate knowledge, he has tinkered with his body throughout the years to keep it functioning. However, lacking the proper tools and noticing its noble craft fading, one day, the needs of restoration drove him to seek a great city of men. A few days after crossing the city gates of Kalzendil, he meets a new fellowship of wanderers…a path perhaps chosen by fate.