Here is a quick write up I did for a character in a homebrew game a friend is running. The character is an Aasimar warlock with The Celestial patron. I was trying to decide between playing another cleric or trying a warlock for the first time when I found The Celestial in Xanathar’s Guide to Everything. It’s basically a “heavenly” take on warlocks, the inverse of a class that’s considered “dark” and frequently evil. It’s a path that let’s a warlock heal his or her allies between bouts of Eldritch Blast. I wanted to attach a typical dark side to my character for the sake of providing inner conflict so the character has the “Haunted One” background, leaving him stuck with an dark apparition that plagues him. Anyways – enough with the D&D preamble. Here’s my Celestial ‘lock Jamison.
I’ve lived most of my life around Routil. I grew up just to the southeast of the city, working with my family in our small farming community. I was born there thirty years ago to John and Emily. A few years later my kid sister, Sara, was born. We were happy and life was simple for a time. I’ve since left behind our family name. It was one of many steps I’ve taken to protect them. I am a guardian and they were my first and most important wards.
The visions began when I was seven. My parents initially thought it was a reaction to Sara coming along. A simple case of a jealous sibling, assuming I was making things up for attention. The voices started at eleven. Neither the visions or voices stopped. They prepared me for what I am — an Aasimar, chosen by Gods to guard this world and given gifts from the divine residents of Mount Celestia to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.
A Guiding Light
I would come to realize my dreams were an education and my teacher, an astral deva or angel, was known as Valandras. Practical and lighthearted, Val was in many ways what I strived to be and in many more what I could never become. He taught me how to make my way in this world and to seek glory in the astral plane. He strengthened my bond with Helm in ways I’d never understand until I was older. Valandras became my patron. Our celestial pact gave me the power to heal and defend my allies.
I would not realize until later that I had a darker being with me.
An Annoying Shadow
Celestial warlocks are rare. I knew I was special but I hadn’t yet learned why I excelled at an art that many considered dark. Was I not a being of light, after all? I can’t blame Val. Angelic guides see the best in the Aasimar they teach. There are some lessons that you have to learn on your own.
Valandras had spoken to me for years of hidden knowledge I would eventually have to seek out to the north. The famed Sanctuary of Cass would call to me and I would answer. So it was that shortly after I turned seventeen I began making my way to the north-most Sanctuary of the Shield that protected our region. My trip had been mostly uneventful between home and the capital of Cass. It was on the journey from the capital to the Sanctuary itself that I’d meet an old family friend I had never been told about. I’d made camp, yet a few days out from the church I was making my way to.
I was staring into my small campfire when I heard a voice I didn’t recognize. By now I was used to most of my celestial messengers and this voice alarmed me.
“You need to put that out. Be quick about it.”
I looked up to see a tattered, cloaked figure beside me. “Hello stranger. Where did you come from?” I asked.
He pulled back his hood, revealing a decayed, translucent face. There was no flesh on a good portion of it and I could see his teeth through his left cheek as he spoke again, “Fool! Do as I say.” He had glowing ruby eyes that grew fiery with his agitation. I stumbled backwards to the ground, picking up my quarterstaff. I swung at the figure but hit nothing. He disappeared.
“Do it, now!” his voice rang out from where he’d previously stood.
I rose to my feet and started kicking the loose ground onto my fire.
“What’s this then?” said another voice I didn’t recognize, “Over here boys!”
The bandits beat me within an inch of my life, mostly upset that I didn’t have any valuables worth their trouble. I awoke late the next afternoon and could barely move.
“You listen to that god awful angel all the time. Where was he last night, boy? Huh? Hrmph!”
I could barely open one eye for a look at the apparition. He was hooded again. Who are you? What are-,” I mumbled before he interrupted, “I am Frederick, young Jamison, and I think it’s time for us to have a chat.”
Now I find myself in the center of our realm looking for more answers than ever. More than a decade after meeting Frederick, every day is a struggle between the gifts of light and this apparition that has plagued my family for generations. The ghost that my own parents failed to tell me about. I assume they thought my celestial blessings prevented him from haunting me too. I can only guess. I have been back home in years.
- Protect those unable to protect themselves. (Aasimar/Celestial goal.)
- Learn why I seem to be so skilled at what most consider a dark art. Frederick can help me learn about my ties to the path of the warlock. (Haunted One/Warlock class goal.)
- Reconnect with my family. I have a small locked box that quietly hums a lovely melody at night but I always forget the tune when I wake up. I believe it’s related to Frederick’s ties to my family. (Haunted One)
Jamison Smith is a tall, tan human Aasimar. He has thick, shoulder-length black hair. Although broad, he appears to be nothing more than a large human man at 6’4″. Approach him for a better look under his hooded cloak and you’ll see dark amber eyes looking back. Jamison says little and sees much. He can often be seen scanning his surroundings, looking for those in need of help.