Armeddon is a large,even by human standards.Standing at just under seven feet tall,he cuts quite the obvious figure.He wears the plate mail of a Battleguard,with a red dragon motif,spattered with his own blood,as well as that of past enemies.His pride and joy Fury,a longsword he fashioned and consecrated on Tempus' altar,hangs at his left hip.A finely wrought warhammer smacks against his right leg with a dull 'clunk' with every step he takes.
Armeddon was born to soldiers of the Flaming Fist in Baldur's Gate.His parents died before he reached his first full year of life,and Armeddon was given to the Temple of Tempus as a ward.Armeddon grew up strong in body,and faith,with such role models as Battleguards.He was taught how to craft weapons and armor,to read/write his people's tongue,to ride a horse,and the ethos and dogma of the Tempuran Church.His weapon skills were honed by hours of training,every day for years,with Battleguards of the Flaming Fist.Armeddon envied his elders,and was in awe of any who wore the emblem of the Fist,be they Battleguards,Paladins,or the lowliest pikeman.When Armeddon turned eighteen,he was ordained a Battleguard of Tempus,and his first duty was to serve in the Flaming Fist for a four year term.Armeddon took to his life as a military men with great fervor,and his combat skills coupled with healing magic sent from the Lord of Battles,became a great asset to his platoon.He spent his free hours studying the arts of war,including siege defense and assault,guerrila warfare,military logistics and command techniques.Unfortunately for this young,hungry warmonger,there were not enough incidents to truly test his skills.His term in the Fist was mostly spent on routine patrols,where he encountered bandits,orcs,hobgoblins,bugbears and the occasional troll.Armeddon grew impatient with the structure of the Flaming Fist,and when he was released from service,decided to take up the life of a missionary spreading the word of bloody battle,at least for awhile.Armeddon bade farewell to his fellow soldiers,the Battleguards who raised him,and the city he called home for twenty-two years,and set upon the road to a place called the Dungeon of Death,steadfast in his belief that in this place he would find the spirit of his Lord.
