Astryloth

Summary
Sir Vincent Loreau was not always what he is now. Originally born to a Grand General father and a Priestess mother under the light of the full moon, young Vincent was... different. With glowing lavender voids for eyes and an aura of nearly tangible goodwill emanating from his very being, it was clear that the child was one touched by the angels: an aasimar. Trained from a young age in a variety of arts including martial arts, sword combat, military tactics, philosophy, religion, the sciences, the arts, and practically every other field that was offered, as the omens surrounding his birth marked him as the "chosen one", who would rise up to lead his home planet of Xenos and its order of Neo-Knights to cast the interstellar evil empire known as the Crimson Constellation back into the darkness from whence it came. However, this was not to be.

When he came of age sixty years later (decelerated aging due to his angelic heritage), he took up his father's mantle as head of the Xeno Allied Military, and led an assault against the Crimson Constellation fleet at the moment they were vulnerable. However, the traitorous Vizier Chedrin delivered the wrong order to Vincent's fleet, leading them into an ambush where they were all slain. Vincent, enraged, struck down Chedrin: however, it was at that moment that the Crimson Constellation's leader, Tyrant Mariv, arrived in the halls of the Xenos Alliance Organization, hacking down and casting into space Vincent for all to see before using his magical axe to wipe all life off of the planet.

But Vincent was not done yet. Tenaciously, he clung to life as he drifted through space... and, as it so happened, a demigod of rage known as Astryloth took note of the half-angel and the immense wrath he held for the one who broke his prophecy and massacred his planet... and decided that it had found a worthy host. It entered Astryloth, and in doing so fully awakened the latent powers of his heritage. Vincent, now Astryloth, returned to Xenos in but an instant, destroying it and the head of the Crimson Constellation along with it.

Astryloth, however, regained control of himself... and simply mourned, in that empty pocket of space. He had failed... for days, weeks, he simply stay there. Slowly, that lamentation converted to hatred, fury...

This time, though, it was tempered by something greater. Vincent, now in control of