A bringer of purifying flame from the heavenly realms! Altan is a warrior, first and foremost, but all that has changed for him is that once he used his scimitar and brute force to accomplish his goddess's tasks. Now he does it with magic, and through, ideally, training and broadening the combat disciplines of his group.

None but his closest friends and family have seen his face without his mask on. Why he wears it, none can be absolutely certain, but he sleeps with it on, and rarely moves it upwards to eat. Some people presume it is shame, or some disfigurement. Still others think he is hiding a dark secret. And yet, it might be none of these at all. What can be sign from behind the mask? Sky-blue eyes, looking like they are always ready to bring rain. Occasionally a tuft of red-turned-silver hair can be seen flowing out from under his hooded chain mail.

He generally wears a blend of scale and chain mail, donned beneath his clerical robes of Sarenrae. There is no doubt to his allegiance -- he wears the dawn flower's symbol with pride. Notably, he enjoys wearing chain mail gloves. It shows that even cold and earthy things can contain the light of his Goddess, to be used according to her needs.

Always willing to give advice about his many years of life, or to take a wiser course of action from his younger but experienced peers, Altan tries his best to lead. Men have died under his leadership, and others have risen to greater things in many fields. He hopes that his newest group can support each other as they need.