Altan Solare is a man who was born with a purpose. In the kingdom of Sol, every year or so, a handful of children are born with strange yellow eyes, a mark of their birth that heralds their nature as one of that kingdom's greatest assets- the lumimancers. These "light mages" are taken from their families, and trained by their fellows of generations past in a secluded monastery, where they are given a brutal and grueling education on the matters arcane and mundane both. Each of them is expected to dedicate their lives to the kingdom, as its sword and shield, a human reduced to little more than a living weapon. For in a world of monsters, and other sapient creatures far stronger than humans, is it not for the greater good that they do so?

Well, when the time came to swear the oath, Altan said "Fuck that." and never showed. Not out of a particular lack of interest in safeguarding the people, mind- but rather, because when one is faced with an entire *world* of suffering, and injustice, how can one raised on such lofty ideals be expected to dedicate himself to only *one* small kingdom of humans?

He's a vagabond, an adventurer, now. Simply wandering the world in search of purpose, places he can put his powerful magic to use, to heal and protect- or when no other option presents itself, to burn away the threat with the power of the light. He's met dragons, demons, orcs, and manticores, but no matter where he goes, he's found one thing remains a constant.

Everybody loves a healer.