Name: Oldus Vol
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Shaman
Colors: Red Green White
Appearance:
Personality: Oldus has a very interesting history that has left him with equal parts fierceness and inquisitiveness. Both wildness, and a sense of justice. He is quick to defend the weak, and equally quick to punish the wicked. He relishes combat, but also conversation. His thirst for knowledge is unfortunately often overridden by his impulsive nature. Though he desires to know about the world around him, he'll often take action before considering the possible outcomes. This leaves him with a lot of missed opportunities and a fear of regretting his actions.
Though he has been in the "civilized" world for over ten years, he still lacks any sense of modesty or decorum. He is often berated for his habit of nonchalantly stripping naked regardless of who is in the room, and will leave his home in various states of undress.
History: Oldus is the son of Burning Tree Clan's emissary to the other Guilds. His father is unknown. His mother carried him in her travels until he was four years old, and he saw more in his formative years than most children who are reared in the Gruul clans.
"Survival of the fittest" holds true, even for the youngest of the clans, and Oldus was one of the fittest indeed. He had something that many Gruul lack. A potential for intellect. He may not have been the biggest or the fastest or the strongest, but he outsmarted those who were, and grew into his strength and speed and size in his own time.
By the time he was sixteen, still a child by many culture's standards, he was already an accomplished shaman and warrior. And it was during this year that everything changed for him. A raiding party from his clan clashed with a Boros regiment defending the crumbling edge of one of the districts. Though the Boros were much fewer in number, they slaughtered the Gruul warriors by the tens. Most of his comrades cursed and grew angrier, but Oldus alone paused to think why they fought so. Were they stronger? No. They were mostly men, and in fact the Gruul had many larger beings with them. He saw, from a distance, the reason for their overwhelming victory. High above the battle, there flew an angel. Some would get superstitious and think that they were blessed, but Oldus again differed. He listened, and he heard that she was calling commands down at them. He realized that she saw the battle from a different perspective. One that the Gruul lacked completely. Oldus waited until she directed her gaze to a different part of the battlefield, and then hefted his spear, and lunged it with a spell to strengthen and guide it. It struck and injured her in the wing, and he rushed to where she plummeted.
Instead of striking a killing blow, Oldus spoke to the angel, as the battle raged on nearby. He asked her questions, and the two spoke until the sound of swords axes and spells halted. She told him about the white magic that she knew, and he was curious. Neither knew what would become of the battle, until a Boros search party came to find her. She celebrated their victory while Oldus was taken as a prisoner, destined, it would seem, to an Azorious trial. But it was the angel who intervened. She offered him a place under her in the Boros Legion, and he happily accepted that in lieu of interrogation and ultimate execution.
And so he was trained in the fighting tactics and battle magic used by the Boros, and soon fought beside them as a battlemage. His comrades soon forgot where he came from, and he was accepted into their ranks as if he had always been there. He fought beside them for the ten years that the Boros require of any recruit, and then left with the wages he had earned. Though he had grown to love and respect his comrades, his wild upbringing was always at odds with the strict discipline of the Boros. Still, the Legion had instilled in him a desire to protect the people of Ravnica's districts, and he continued to fight for them when necessary.
His spark ignited in a surprisingly mundane way. He heard a rumor that the angel who had brought him to Boros was killed in battle, and when he confirmed it and visited her grave, his grief sent him plummeting through the multiverse.
Before fully understanding his powers, he spent a lot of time in Theros, the first plane he arrived in. There he found a great deal of kinship with the Setessans, but as a man he was never viewed as a warrior by them. Even so, there are Setessan soldiers who considered him a friend, and he was known for a short time as a helpful defender. These are the soldiers that he bases his summons off of.
He met Ajani Goldmane while he was here and, as an older Walker helped him once before, Ajani taught Oldus about the mutliverse. Oldus wanted to find his own way, though, and after learning how to planeswalk on his own, he left Ajani gratefully.
He's visited many planes, and met a few planeswalkers, but he moves on quickly. The only places he'll stay for any length of time are Ravnica and Theros, and even those places he comes to quite seldom.
It was a meeting with another Walker that turned him toward the Infinite Consortium. He was viewed as a defender in those few planes where he would linger, and when it was discovered that he was a planeswalker, the Consortium sent an agent to offer an invitation. Oldus accepted, at least feeling that it was worth his time to look.
Style:
Often has beasts at his command, but also employs soldiers to work in tandem with them. He'll fight side by side with his subordinates, though, and is often in the thick of battles. Fights physically with a spear, either thrust or hurled with magical force. When that fails, he'll draw his khopesh sword.
His combat magic has evolved from when he was young. He still often uses shamanistic battle cries, but now instead of striking fear into his enemies, he uses them to imbue his allies with courage, endurance or strength(think, Vigilance, First Strike or +1/+1 etc).
Will often act to save or avenge his allies, calling solar flares or lightning to strike down aggressors. Though he prefers to fight alongside allies, he is capable of directing battle from afar, using the same kinds of spells to shape the fight in his favor.
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